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paixaorpg2008-01-29 06:02 pm
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Unchaperoned [Completed]
Character(s): Naminé, open
Content: Obligatory entrance post
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: none
One more blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl standing quietly in the queue was nothing unusual, except that this one seemed almost unduly fascinated with the gate in front of her. It was a weird feeling of familiarity combined with newness, all so surprisingly... real. And at any rate, so much better than the white room. Naminé supposed she should be grateful for that. To be honest, she had only been half sure she wanted to come at all, but now that she was actually here, it was much easier to believe that she did.
Although she was on her own, she had no illusions of being unsupervised. She never really was. It was only because they'd allowed her this little bit of autonomy that she was here at all, and they'd made it abundantly clear that if she so much as put a toe out of line, she'd be gone just as quickly. Well, all right, she could handle that, couldn't she...?
The line moved ahead, and she finally came up to the front. However nice it was, it was just a change of scenery, nothing more.
"Welcome to Paixao, miss!" said the man in the booth. "Can I get your name?"
She gave him the best smile she could. "It's Naminé."
Content: Obligatory entrance post
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: none
One more blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl standing quietly in the queue was nothing unusual, except that this one seemed almost unduly fascinated with the gate in front of her. It was a weird feeling of familiarity combined with newness, all so surprisingly... real. And at any rate, so much better than the white room. Naminé supposed she should be grateful for that. To be honest, she had only been half sure she wanted to come at all, but now that she was actually here, it was much easier to believe that she did.
Although she was on her own, she had no illusions of being unsupervised. She never really was. It was only because they'd allowed her this little bit of autonomy that she was here at all, and they'd made it abundantly clear that if she so much as put a toe out of line, she'd be gone just as quickly. Well, all right, she could handle that, couldn't she...?
The line moved ahead, and she finally came up to the front. However nice it was, it was just a change of scenery, nothing more.
"Welcome to Paixao, miss!" said the man in the booth. "Can I get your name?"
She gave him the best smile she could. "It's Naminé."
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How frustrating this place was. And the blondes. The young blondes. She scowled, tapping the long, spiky club against her shoulder, mumbling as she scanned the folk entering the gate, looking for potential candidates for her company. Well, that seemed like a waste of time.
But then she noticed something strange; a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl coming into the city. What's this? Why would a Paixaoan have left? That was just a bit suspicious.
She approached the girl, nose wrinkling as she looked down at her, giving the club another tap. "Oho~ Isn't this quite peculiar? Now why would a Paixaoan be coming into the gates? I thought you folk were too damn afrrraid to leave? Ha! What was so interrresting outside, hm-hm~?" She leaned forward at that, a bit more down to the girl's eye level, and narrowed her eyes.
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It was actually a slight relief when she realized the cat woman had just mistaken her for a local, but it still took her a couple of seconds to find her voice with Naja's face glaring right into hers. "I - I don't know what you mean," she stammered. "I'm not from Paixao at all, I only just got here..."