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paixaorpg2007-10-16 07:08 pm
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Entry tags:
Out of Utopia [active]
Character(s): Harpuia, Envy, Zero and anyone who wants to see a robot
Content: Harpuia enters Paixao and meets a familiar face.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
Content: Harpuia enters Paixao and meets a familiar face.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
Harpuia made his way to the conference room, his metal boots clicking on the marble floors with every step. Plans, plans, they were always making plans. Plans to bring the resistance out of hiding, plans to preempt them, plans to rebuild the parts of the palace that had crumbled during Zero's raid. But Harpuia didn't mind; he was the one who made them, with the help of his siblings, of course.
The reploid stopped in front of the door and watched it hiss open before he walked on through, straight into... some place that definitely wasn't the conference room.
Somehow he had ended up outside with no sight of Neo Arcadia in any direction. All there was was a line, and a rather long one at that, stretching to what Harpuia could only assume was the entrance to the domed city in the distance. Having no other leads, he stepped into line and waited his turn patiently, making it up to the gatekeeper far quicker than he thought he would.
"Welcome to Paixao!" the blond-haired man said with a smile on his face as he handed Harpuia an odd green device and a pamphlet (why did Harpuia suddenly feel like he was on vacation?). "I'll need your name, please."
Harpuia was hesitant to give any information to a stranger, but, seeing as he had no other choice, he'd go ahead and go along with it. After all, it was just his name he was giving. "Harpuia," he said, doubting the gatekeeper would know the meaning behind--or even care--about his title. Once the blond man nodded in acknowledgment, Harpuia headed inside the gates, hoping to figure out what exactly had happened.
The reploid stopped in front of the door and watched it hiss open before he walked on through, straight into... some place that definitely wasn't the conference room.
Somehow he had ended up outside with no sight of Neo Arcadia in any direction. All there was was a line, and a rather long one at that, stretching to what Harpuia could only assume was the entrance to the domed city in the distance. Having no other leads, he stepped into line and waited his turn patiently, making it up to the gatekeeper far quicker than he thought he would.
"Welcome to Paixao!" the blond-haired man said with a smile on his face as he handed Harpuia an odd green device and a pamphlet (why did Harpuia suddenly feel like he was on vacation?). "I'll need your name, please."
Harpuia was hesitant to give any information to a stranger, but, seeing as he had no other choice, he'd go ahead and go along with it. After all, it was just his name he was giving. "Harpuia," he said, doubting the gatekeeper would know the meaning behind--or even care--about his title. Once the blond man nodded in acknowledgment, Harpuia headed inside the gates, hoping to figure out what exactly had happened.