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paixaorpg2007-11-17 02:24 pm
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Character(s): Montblanc, Ahnassi, and Juro
Content: Obligatory entrance post, plus two.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Noonish?
Warnings: None
To say Montblanc was confused right now would be an understatement. He'd been out in the Estersand with his friends, looking (unsuccessfully so far) for the red Saurian they'd been hired to hunt, and they'd just decided to head back to Rabanastre and call it a day when he'd stumbled - not even really tripped - and suddenly he was here.
He frankly couldn't think of any way it could've happened. It didn't make sense.
He'd gotten in line, told them his name, been given a journal - funny device, that was, he kind of wondered what Nono would think of it - and gone inside. But what he'd found when he put up a notice on the journal didn't help him make sense of things much. Balthier and Fran were here, and apparently Basch, too, but - Prince Rasler? He'd been dead for more than two years, Montblanc was pretty darn sure of that. There'd been a funeral and everything.
Well, he'd have to worry about that later. For now, his priority was figuring out what to do next, and heading out to find a place to stay for now seemed like a good first step.
Content: Obligatory entrance post, plus two.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Noonish?
Warnings: None
To say Montblanc was confused right now would be an understatement. He'd been out in the Estersand with his friends, looking (unsuccessfully so far) for the red Saurian they'd been hired to hunt, and they'd just decided to head back to Rabanastre and call it a day when he'd stumbled - not even really tripped - and suddenly he was here.
He frankly couldn't think of any way it could've happened. It didn't make sense.
He'd gotten in line, told them his name, been given a journal - funny device, that was, he kind of wondered what Nono would think of it - and gone inside. But what he'd found when he put up a notice on the journal didn't help him make sense of things much. Balthier and Fran were here, and apparently Basch, too, but - Prince Rasler? He'd been dead for more than two years, Montblanc was pretty darn sure of that. There'd been a funeral and everything.
Well, he'd have to worry about that later. For now, his priority was figuring out what to do next, and heading out to find a place to stay for now seemed like a good first step.
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He made a little sound in the back of his throat, one that could have been a chuckle of some sort. "I suppose so," was his reply. Looking at it made him slightly hungry, but at least trying to talk to this creature wouldn't have been as bad as that one rat Ahnassi had tried talking to - a rat that definitely would have become an appetizer, had Juro been the one to find him instead. Who knew, maybe at the very least this strange rabbity thing could give him a bit of amusement; after being in this city for so long, he felt like he could use some.