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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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Far and away, wherever the sudden doorway led to, Luffy's legs had reached the other side and were likely causing anyone nearby to freak out as a pair of sandal-clad feet began dangling out in midair, connected seemingly to nothing. Being on the opened end already, it seemed that Luffy simply had to go through, defying some kind of law of non-physics by existing in both ends.
Shrieking sharply in a panic as he felt himself being drawn in, Luffy had nearly passed entirely through when he reached back and lashed out an arm, letting it stretch across the sidewalk to a nice, sturdy lamppost on the corner. Gripping it tightly, he held on for dear life while gruning furiously.
"Sneaky...bastard!" he snarled, his arm lengthening further as the portal pulled even harder. "...I'm gonna find you again...and kick your ass!"
Several of his fingers forcibly released, leaving him hanging on by only a few digits. The strain on his face, in his hand, and in his arm, were painfully apparent, the contortion of his features and the tightening of his surprising mass of muscle.
He looked quickly to Naminé, looking his best to appear reassuring. "Don't worry! I'll...save you!" One more finger went slack, leaving him with only his indext finger holding tight. "I'll come for you!"
His last finger released, and Luffy's arm suddenly sprang back, swiftly hurling him through the dark portal. He was gone in an instant, leaving behind only the finger-shaped indents that his massive grip had carved into the post's metal frame.