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paixaorpg2007-12-15 05:36 pm
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Picture Perfect [Active]
Characters: Pegasus, Seymour, anyone else who feels like wandering in?
Content: Pegasus is back up to his old tricks again. Not stealing people's souls and cheating without getting caught..... but painting. Seymour shall appear as well, and hopefully an interesting time will be had by all.
Setting: H4-ish, or something. Wherever.
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warning: Uh.... petting the dog moment? =D; Even villains need a break sometimes. Especiallygleefully flamboyant displaced artistic ones like Pegasus.
Content: Pegasus is back up to his old tricks again. Not stealing people's souls and cheating without getting caught..... but painting. Seymour shall appear as well, and hopefully an interesting time will be had by all.
Setting: H4-ish, or something. Wherever.
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warning: Uh.... petting the dog moment? =D; Even villains need a break sometimes. Especially
It had been a long, long time since he'd done this. Far too long, in his opinion. But this place had stirred his hope of getting his Cecilia back, not by violence and trickery, but by the potential benevolence of the random and mysterious process that had brought him to Paixao in the first place. What a hope, hmm?It almost made him wonder if he were going mad. To think that of all the possible people in all the possible worlds, this Paixao would choose them both....
Well, a hope was a hope, no matter how farfetched. And it had encouraged him to spruce back up and find a place to stay, to comb the journals daily in hopes of spotting some clue to her existence, to get himself a few suits of clothing so he could live here comfortably for the time being..... and to pick up some supplies for his long-neglected passion. After all, it wasn't as if he was hurting for money here. All that time creating cards..... as interesting as it was, as artistic as he could make it, that was a commercial endeavor, not an artistic one. It didn't give him a full-sized canvas to love upon and work his magic with--his own, natural talent, rather than the magic of his Eye, which he knew he would have a difficult time explaining to Ceciliaif when she arrived.
So here he sat, somewhere deep within the city, perched on a bench with an easel, canvas, brush, and palette. A few more canvases were piled near his feet, ready for use; in the meantime, he was people watching, searching for interesting-looking people to immortalize along with the fantastic scenery. It was quite a Wonderland in some respects, wasn't it? Maybe he should try out his hand at Surrealism or Impressionism.....
Well, a hope was a hope, no matter how farfetched. And it had encouraged him to spruce back up and find a place to stay, to comb the journals daily in hopes of spotting some clue to her existence, to get himself a few suits of clothing so he could live here comfortably for the time being..... and to pick up some supplies for his long-neglected passion. After all, it wasn't as if he was hurting for money here. All that time creating cards..... as interesting as it was, as artistic as he could make it, that was a commercial endeavor, not an artistic one. It didn't give him a full-sized canvas to love upon and work his magic with--his own, natural talent, rather than the magic of his Eye, which he knew he would have a difficult time explaining to Cecilia
So here he sat, somewhere deep within the city, perched on a bench with an easel, canvas, brush, and palette. A few more canvases were piled near his feet, ready for use; in the meantime, he was people watching, searching for interesting-looking people to immortalize along with the fantastic scenery. It was quite a Wonderland in some respects, wasn't it? Maybe he should try out his hand at Surrealism or Impressionism.....