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paixaorpg2008-07-31 06:11 pm
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I only wished to become something beautiful [Completed]
Character(s): Lenne, Sinspawn, Karst, Shuyin
Content: Lenne says hello to Paixao
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Sinspawn decides to welcome Lenne... in a way.
The darkness had become overwhelmingly loud. And in the darkness she became acutely aware of a sharp pain... her tail bone?... What the?...
Returning consciousness was... not fun, to say the least. Slowly Lenne became aware of every part of her body, nerves, aching muscles, the sharp pain of air re-entering lungs unused for hundreds of years. Almost more painful were the flooding memories, her mind rebuilding itself... her last memories the most vivid, and infinitely the most brutal. Remembered fear swept over her, she could feel the aches in her legs from running, lungs heaving... the look in his cold blue eyes, love mingled with deep regret... the gunshots echoed painfully through her mind... A shrill scream ripped from her throat.... Wait, I didn't scream.....
Her eyes shot open, and she swiftly shut them again tight, the unexpected bright light causing her eyes to water, along with the sudden pain of a raw throat. She waited there a moment, letting her eyes slowly adjust, now aware she was sitting, knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her eyelids crept open bit by bit to reveal an unfamiliar landscape. Waving grasses, bright sunlight, and upon turning her head to the left she found a strange domed city, long lines of people waiting to get in, or so it seemed. Also, her Summoner's staff lay beside her. Then the inevitable, "Where... am I?"
She picked up her staff and stood swiftly, and wavered, shaking her head a moment to clear the dizziness, and shrugged lightly, walking slowly to join the line nearest her, brushing the dirt and dried plant-parts off of her skirt. "If only this is the gate to the Farplane... nah..." Her mind wandered, the others around her just fleeting, instantly forgotten memories, none leaving a lasting impression. A few moments later, she found herself greeted by the nondescript Caucasian presently doing their job.
"Your name, Miss?"
"Le-" she coughed suddenly, clearing her throat, her face flushing softly. "Lenne," she finally answered. "Sorry, been a while since I--"
"Welcome to Paixao," she was interrupted, "Here is a map of the city and your journal. Enjoy your stay." She took the items offered her, and at that she was ushered within the domes. She shook her head sadly. "Such emotionless eyes."
Her own eyes wandered the sights before her, large domes, an artificial sky, everything seemed hyper-real. "Well... it beats being... dead." But who's to know I'm not...
Content: Lenne says hello to Paixao
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Sinspawn decides to welcome Lenne... in a way.
The darkness had become overwhelmingly loud. And in the darkness she became acutely aware of a sharp pain... her tail bone?... What the?...
Returning consciousness was... not fun, to say the least. Slowly Lenne became aware of every part of her body, nerves, aching muscles, the sharp pain of air re-entering lungs unused for hundreds of years. Almost more painful were the flooding memories, her mind rebuilding itself... her last memories the most vivid, and infinitely the most brutal. Remembered fear swept over her, she could feel the aches in her legs from running, lungs heaving... the look in his cold blue eyes, love mingled with deep regret... the gunshots echoed painfully through her mind... A shrill scream ripped from her throat.... Wait, I didn't scream.....
Her eyes shot open, and she swiftly shut them again tight, the unexpected bright light causing her eyes to water, along with the sudden pain of a raw throat. She waited there a moment, letting her eyes slowly adjust, now aware she was sitting, knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her eyelids crept open bit by bit to reveal an unfamiliar landscape. Waving grasses, bright sunlight, and upon turning her head to the left she found a strange domed city, long lines of people waiting to get in, or so it seemed. Also, her Summoner's staff lay beside her. Then the inevitable, "Where... am I?"
She picked up her staff and stood swiftly, and wavered, shaking her head a moment to clear the dizziness, and shrugged lightly, walking slowly to join the line nearest her, brushing the dirt and dried plant-parts off of her skirt. "If only this is the gate to the Farplane... nah..." Her mind wandered, the others around her just fleeting, instantly forgotten memories, none leaving a lasting impression. A few moments later, she found herself greeted by the nondescript Caucasian presently doing their job.
"Your name, Miss?"
"Le-" she coughed suddenly, clearing her throat, her face flushing softly. "Lenne," she finally answered. "Sorry, been a while since I--"
"Welcome to Paixao," she was interrupted, "Here is a map of the city and your journal. Enjoy your stay." She took the items offered her, and at that she was ushered within the domes. She shook her head sadly. "Such emotionless eyes."
Her own eyes wandered the sights before her, large domes, an artificial sky, everything seemed hyper-real. "Well... it beats being... dead." But who's to know I'm not...
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She grinned. Much as her Psynergy powers had weakened from disuse, she'd missed the way it felt to swing a scythe in close combat with a foe just as much. So she charged back toward the monster, intent on distracting it from the apparently weakened man. If she took some friendly fire (literally) in the process... it didn't matter much.