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paixaorpg2008-04-01 06:10 pm
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In which Oyashiro-sama's aim is a bit off [Active/Open]
Character(s): Keiichi, open~
Content: Obligatory intro post
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Early morning
Warnings: None
When Keiichi came to, he remained lying there on his back long enough to notice three important things: 1) that he didn't seem to be dead, 2) that this wasn't the forest, and 3) ... that he didn't seem to be dead. Okay, one and three were the same, but whatever. At that point he began to figure that he wouldn't get any further by lying around, and sat up to get a better look at the place.
Yep, the forest was definitely gone. Where it had been, he now found himself in a barren wasteland populated by an enormous upside-down fishbowl building that didn't look like it belonged on Earth, much less in Hinamizawa. A hundred different questions ran through his mind. Am I hallucinating? What is this? The afterlife? Why is there a line? "Huh... I didn't think the afterlife would be so space-age," he muttered to himself, standing and dusting off his shorts. "-Eh?"
A glint of metal caught his eye nearby - Satoshi's bat, still right where he'd dropped it. After a second's consideration, he picked it up and propped it casually on his shoulder. Even if he didn't wind up needing it here, Satoko wouldn't want him to lose it.
He could swear the line of people outside the (tacky) gate came to a grinding halt the second he was actually in it, but he tried not to get impatient. It wasn't a really long line, anyway, and if he was dead he had all the time in the world, right? At some point, he caught himself feeling his chest for the bullet hole - it wasn't there, and his clothes were mostly clean. No blood, no hole, no pain, nothing but his own pulse.
"..xt. Next!"
A few seconds late, Keiichi realized he was at the front of the line, mostly because the second person in line had thought to remind him with an "accidental" shove. "Hey, watch it!" he snapped over his shoulder.
"Can I get your name, sir?" the attendant in the kiosk asked. He sounded like he was going to drop dead of boredom any second.
"Maebara Keiichi," he replied promptly, and watched the guy scribble it down. "So is this the-"
"Welcome to Paixao," the man interrupted, shoving a brochure and a plastic book at him over the counter. Keiichi accepted both automatically, and had to stare blankly at them for a second before he seemed to realize he was holding them.
"Huh? Thanks, but I need to know if-"
"You can find any information you need in the brochures and the message board," replied the attendant. "Now if you'd please-"
"Hey, hang on a minute! You never answered my ques-"
"-step inside the gate, there are people waiting in line-"
"-tion! Is this the-"
"-and please enjoy your stay. Next!"
"You're not even listening to me!" Keiichi exclaimed, then stumbled as the second person in line shoved roughly past him (okay, that had definitely been on purpose) to the kiosk. "Oh, for- it's a freakin' yes or no question!!"
But the attendant was already serving the pushy guy, very pointedly ignoring Keiichi's presence. Keiichi clenched his teeth and advanced half a step on the booth, but then reconsidered, bit back his frustration and let out a deep breath. "All right, fine," he grumbled, turning back to the gate. Let it go, Kei. It's not worth making a scene over.
Finally, he rested the bat over his shoulder again and shoved the informational stuff into his pocket. "Nothing for it, I guess," he sighed, starting forward and inside. He'd just have to ask somebody else.
Content: Obligatory intro post
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Early morning
Warnings: None
When Keiichi came to, he remained lying there on his back long enough to notice three important things: 1) that he didn't seem to be dead, 2) that this wasn't the forest, and 3) ... that he didn't seem to be dead. Okay, one and three were the same, but whatever. At that point he began to figure that he wouldn't get any further by lying around, and sat up to get a better look at the place.
Yep, the forest was definitely gone. Where it had been, he now found himself in a barren wasteland populated by an enormous upside-down fishbowl building that didn't look like it belonged on Earth, much less in Hinamizawa. A hundred different questions ran through his mind. Am I hallucinating? What is this? The afterlife? Why is there a line? "Huh... I didn't think the afterlife would be so space-age," he muttered to himself, standing and dusting off his shorts. "-Eh?"
A glint of metal caught his eye nearby - Satoshi's bat, still right where he'd dropped it. After a second's consideration, he picked it up and propped it casually on his shoulder. Even if he didn't wind up needing it here, Satoko wouldn't want him to lose it.
He could swear the line of people outside the (tacky) gate came to a grinding halt the second he was actually in it, but he tried not to get impatient. It wasn't a really long line, anyway, and if he was dead he had all the time in the world, right? At some point, he caught himself feeling his chest for the bullet hole - it wasn't there, and his clothes were mostly clean. No blood, no hole, no pain, nothing but his own pulse.
"..xt. Next!"
A few seconds late, Keiichi realized he was at the front of the line, mostly because the second person in line had thought to remind him with an "accidental" shove. "Hey, watch it!" he snapped over his shoulder.
"Can I get your name, sir?" the attendant in the kiosk asked. He sounded like he was going to drop dead of boredom any second.
"Maebara Keiichi," he replied promptly, and watched the guy scribble it down. "So is this the-"
"Welcome to Paixao," the man interrupted, shoving a brochure and a plastic book at him over the counter. Keiichi accepted both automatically, and had to stare blankly at them for a second before he seemed to realize he was holding them.
"Huh? Thanks, but I need to know if-"
"You can find any information you need in the brochures and the message board," replied the attendant. "Now if you'd please-"
"Hey, hang on a minute! You never answered my ques-"
"-step inside the gate, there are people waiting in line-"
"-tion! Is this the-"
"-and please enjoy your stay. Next!"
"You're not even listening to me!" Keiichi exclaimed, then stumbled as the second person in line shoved roughly past him (okay, that had definitely been on purpose) to the kiosk. "Oh, for- it's a freakin' yes or no question!!"
But the attendant was already serving the pushy guy, very pointedly ignoring Keiichi's presence. Keiichi clenched his teeth and advanced half a step on the booth, but then reconsidered, bit back his frustration and let out a deep breath. "All right, fine," he grumbled, turning back to the gate. Let it go, Kei. It's not worth making a scene over.
Finally, he rested the bat over his shoulder again and shoved the informational stuff into his pocket. "Nothing for it, I guess," he sighed, starting forward and inside. He'd just have to ask somebody else.
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"Coincidence, dood," Bellatrix replied flatly. One of her squad was missing or worse - though she wasn't quite sure how it got worse than being a prinny, but she wouldn't deny the possibilities - and she really didn't have time to waste here with the crazy person.