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paixaorpg2008-01-13 07:26 pm
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Confusion [Active]
Characters: Sora, Roxas, and Mewtwo :D :D
Content: Sora arrives in Paixao and is, well. Confused.
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: Not at present.
When one is in that split-second moment between dreaming and being startled awake, all the parts of their dreams suddenly come flooding back to them in a rush of color. It's as if an eternity passes, but since they are not fully awake, they don't realize that they're rushing through lightyears in time just in that groggy state of being. And then, within thirty seconds of "waking up" the dream completely disappears, gone forever.
Sora could not remember what he dreamed. He hardly remembered waking up. All he knew was that his clothes were way too tight and he was being ushered through the tall, majestic gates leading into a ancient-looking, domed room.
It took him an hour in all, as he drifted from room to room, swept up in the traffic. At some point he was issued an electronic journal of some sort, shiny and black. He almost immeadiatly dropped it, denting one side.
And then he was in.
Standing in the crowd of busy people that actually knew where they were going, all Sora could do was stare up at the tall, painted ceiling. He felt himself being pushed to one side and landed rather ungracefully in the lap of an old lion statue.
Sora rubbed his head. Where was he? Where was everyone else, or at lease, the people he knew? What had just happened? Had he just... sleepwalked in through the gates?
Naminé's memory restoration worked, but it worked slowly. Sora had to click his tongue a few times and hum under his breath for at least five minutes, earning him a few concerned stares, before he was confident he could speak again.
"What is this?" The words dropped off his tongue like dry stones clacking on the ground. The brunette adjusted his too-tight shorts, wondering... had he always been this tall and large? When had he grown a whole three inches?
It was all just too weird. Sora longed for his peaceful dreams once more.
Content: Sora arrives in Paixao and is, well. Confused.
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: Not at present.
When one is in that split-second moment between dreaming and being startled awake, all the parts of their dreams suddenly come flooding back to them in a rush of color. It's as if an eternity passes, but since they are not fully awake, they don't realize that they're rushing through lightyears in time just in that groggy state of being. And then, within thirty seconds of "waking up" the dream completely disappears, gone forever.
Sora could not remember what he dreamed. He hardly remembered waking up. All he knew was that his clothes were way too tight and he was being ushered through the tall, majestic gates leading into a ancient-looking, domed room.
It took him an hour in all, as he drifted from room to room, swept up in the traffic. At some point he was issued an electronic journal of some sort, shiny and black. He almost immeadiatly dropped it, denting one side.
And then he was in.
Standing in the crowd of busy people that actually knew where they were going, all Sora could do was stare up at the tall, painted ceiling. He felt himself being pushed to one side and landed rather ungracefully in the lap of an old lion statue.
Sora rubbed his head. Where was he? Where was everyone else, or at lease, the people he knew? What had just happened? Had he just... sleepwalked in through the gates?
Naminé's memory restoration worked, but it worked slowly. Sora had to click his tongue a few times and hum under his breath for at least five minutes, earning him a few concerned stares, before he was confident he could speak again.
"What is this?" The words dropped off his tongue like dry stones clacking on the ground. The brunette adjusted his too-tight shorts, wondering... had he always been this tall and large? When had he grown a whole three inches?
It was all just too weird. Sora longed for his peaceful dreams once more.