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paixaorpg2007-08-24 10:08 pm
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Enter Fox McCloud [Complete]
Character(s): Fox McCloud and Youko Kurama, drop-ins welcome
Content: Lylat's most famous mercenary arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: morning
Warnings: none, really; maybe some language
Fox woke abruptly, as he had no memory of going to sleep. Furthermore, as he surveyed the area, he had no memory of a place like this. He was sure he hadn't been drinking--the last thing he could remember was pacing the corridors of Great Fox, feeling restless. And now he was... Wherever here was. Standing, ears twitching atop his head at any sounds that might be worth hearing, he checked his wristcom. Unknown location.
That meant he wasn't in Lylat any more. But that was impossible; he didn't even have a starship with him. But fine, if this wasn't a dream--and he was pretty sure it wasn't--he was here now, and he would have to figure out what to do. There was a building that he had been resting against, and nearby, a gate that resembled two large, almost apelike creatures, clubs crossed at the top. He looked inside. A city.
Domed cities weren't unheard of in Lylat, but the air outside of this dome wasn't toxic, and even if it were to the residents, the gates were open. This warranted more exploring--it was certainly the most interesting thing in the area. He stepped into the line, and soon found himself facing another creature he'd never seen--another primate, but with a decided lack of fur--blonde hair, blue eyes, and young-looking, but who knew how long they lived?
"Welcome to Paixao!" the guard said, smiling broadly. "Name please?"
A place that demanded the names of those who entered was one he was suspicious of. "James." The dead didn't care if you used their names.
The guard handed him a brochure and a thin, dark blue machine of some sort, then turned her attention to the next one in line. Thus was Fox intruduced to the city, and thus was he immediately suspicious of the city in a dome. He turned his attention to the device he had received. It didn't take him long to figure out how to work the journal--it was an interesting piece of technology, but Lylat had better. Still, it could prove useful; he would keep it. Maybe someone else from Lylat was here--anything would be better than the parade of blonde-haired, blue-eyed primates that seemed to populate the city.
It was then he noticed the grass. What served as grass, at least--it was definitely not alive. He crouched to examine it. Cloth? Then the tree... Fake, too. What kind of place got rid of real plants to replace them with sparkly cloth? He plucked a leaf from the tree--it glittered in places as if it were woven with gold.
He definitely wasn't in Lylat any more.
Content: Lylat's most famous mercenary arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: morning
Warnings: none, really; maybe some language
Fox woke abruptly, as he had no memory of going to sleep. Furthermore, as he surveyed the area, he had no memory of a place like this. He was sure he hadn't been drinking--the last thing he could remember was pacing the corridors of Great Fox, feeling restless. And now he was... Wherever here was. Standing, ears twitching atop his head at any sounds that might be worth hearing, he checked his wristcom. Unknown location.
That meant he wasn't in Lylat any more. But that was impossible; he didn't even have a starship with him. But fine, if this wasn't a dream--and he was pretty sure it wasn't--he was here now, and he would have to figure out what to do. There was a building that he had been resting against, and nearby, a gate that resembled two large, almost apelike creatures, clubs crossed at the top. He looked inside. A city.
Domed cities weren't unheard of in Lylat, but the air outside of this dome wasn't toxic, and even if it were to the residents, the gates were open. This warranted more exploring--it was certainly the most interesting thing in the area. He stepped into the line, and soon found himself facing another creature he'd never seen--another primate, but with a decided lack of fur--blonde hair, blue eyes, and young-looking, but who knew how long they lived?
"Welcome to Paixao!" the guard said, smiling broadly. "Name please?"
A place that demanded the names of those who entered was one he was suspicious of. "James." The dead didn't care if you used their names.
The guard handed him a brochure and a thin, dark blue machine of some sort, then turned her attention to the next one in line. Thus was Fox intruduced to the city, and thus was he immediately suspicious of the city in a dome. He turned his attention to the device he had received. It didn't take him long to figure out how to work the journal--it was an interesting piece of technology, but Lylat had better. Still, it could prove useful; he would keep it. Maybe someone else from Lylat was here--anything would be better than the parade of blonde-haired, blue-eyed primates that seemed to populate the city.
It was then he noticed the grass. What served as grass, at least--it was definitely not alive. He crouched to examine it. Cloth? Then the tree... Fake, too. What kind of place got rid of real plants to replace them with sparkly cloth? He plucked a leaf from the tree--it glittered in places as if it were woven with gold.
He definitely wasn't in Lylat any more.