http://wicked-apostle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wicked-apostle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-09-16 02:12 am

Is this a dream? [ACTIVE]

Character(s): Joshua Christopher, Reno, OPEN
Content: Joshua’s arrival.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and the area around it.
Time: A time that is very timely in its grand timeliness on the epic scale of time. Yes.
Warnings: Er… Joshua’s insane.

The first thing that had entered Joshua’s disorderly mind was confusion. He should have been used to it, really. There were a lot of things he missed, things just went over his head sometimes, things he had no control over catching. Sometimes he couldn’t care enough to remember them.

He came into the world of Paixao with a rushed step forward and found himself stumbling into a line of people. Joshua nearly slammed into them, had he not been quick enough to catch his balance before it got the better of him. Blond brows drew inward as he studied them. Where was he – how had he gotten here?

Was he dreaming again?

He fell into line with the other lambs, wearing their soft coats while hiding the fangs of a lion, even if the truth glinted in his eyes. It took a few minutes until he reached the front of the line and stepped through the gate.

“Where am I?” He asked, innocent enough.

He got an answer and a journal shoved into his hands before he was shuffled along. Joshua didn’t like being pushed around. He wasn’t a part of the herd. If he had to be a sheep, then he was the black sheep, waiting and plotting in secret, wanting so bad to escape. He scanned the area from the left to the right and saw blond hair and blue eyes on more people than he would have liked.

If this was a dream, it certainly made sense. Was he supposed to look through all of the faces for his sister? For his Rosette? He was so uncertain. His dreams were usually memories and a lot warmer than this. He didn’t want to search a faceless crowd for the face he had finally recalled.

Joshua came to the realization that it very well might have been reality. But why would Aion send him away in the middle of achieving the destiny he had chased for so many years? It didn’t make any sense at all. He looked down at the journal in his hands as he kept walking, paying no mind to the people he may or may not have bumped into.

At least the horns atop his head weren’t visible, for the time being. It made him blend in.

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
While he might blend into the general populace of the city well enough to fool your average bystander, it was a little harder to fool someone who'd been trained to notice things. Admittedly, he wasn't exactly on the clock at the moment, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to keep an eye out all the same.

Besides, he'd only really ever seen the 'newcomers' use the journals, much less pay any sort of attention to them. They didn't even seem to post on them. So as far as he was concerned, having a journal was a pretty good indicator of someone of worth. Having been around to see the kid's entrance certainly hadn't hurt either.

"Might wanna pay 'ttention t' where you're goin'," he commented, falling easily into step behind Joshua.

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, he had to give the kid that much at least. And while normally he wouldn't bother interrupting someone's fun, that wasn't always the safest plan in this city.

"There ain't any," he answered, shrugging nonchalantly and doing his best to look relatively harmless, if not innocent. "But this place ain't exactly one'f the safest places, yo. Pretty sure you wouldn't wanna 'tract th' wrond kind'f attention."

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-18 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Worry about himself? He was more than capable of taking care of himself when he had to. It wasn't like he didn't have any weapons after all, not that any that any of them were visible at the moment. And until it looked like he needed them, they'd stay hidden.

"No need t' worry 'bout me. Not if I'm not gonna worry 'bout you."

Actually, he didn't really care enough to worry about the other. But he was hardly going to mention that. Or at least, not yet.

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
To all outward appearances, Reno appeared like a rather lazy sort of corporate drone, shirt only partially tucked in and jacket unbuttoned. The half-bored slouch only served to reinforce the image. Admittedly it was an image carefully built to misdirect and force people to misjudge him, but by and large it tended to serve its purpose.

For the most part, anyway.

"'Sa journal. Lets you keep in touch with th' rest 'f th' people in the city."

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
'Not now'? That was an odd sort of thing to say, even if the kid did look like he had a headache coming on. It wasn't like anyone could control that sort of shit, right? Admittedly, his answer to headaches tended to be to simply squash it with pain pills and most of the time his headaches were sort of self-inflicted anyway, but it the same general idea at least. Headaches came and headaches went but always on their own schedule.

"Something the matter?" he asked. Hopefully his curiosity wouldn't get him into trouble this time. But if it did it wasn't like he was a stranger to having to get out of messes of his own making.

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The noise? It wasn't any noisier than it usually was around the gates and what little noise there was was simply the mindless chatter and bustle that came standard with people milling around.

"It ain't that noisy," he answered, voice trailing off as horns appeared on the kid's head. That... was probably not good. Form shifts rarely were, in has experience. Not that he was going to be getting the hell out of the area just yet. Not when he wasn't sure that running would be just as much of a problem as staying.

He was however, not going to go without arranging things so that he could protect himself, hand closing on his EMR even if he didn't bring it out into full view just yet.

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-21 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Empty buildings? Of course there were empty buildings. Any city had its fair share of unoccupied buildings. But he had his doubts about taking a kid who could apparently freeze people (some kind of strange Stop materia?) with little more than a thought anywhere, much less an empty building.

On the other hand running was probably not the best of solutions either, and he really didn't want to find out first hand what else the kind was capable of. Besides, Rufus would probably want to have words with him if he found out that he'd gotten himself Stopping my some kid. He was a Turk after all, and Turks were supposed to watch out for that kind of thing.

"Ah... yeah," he finally answered. "They ain't exactly close though."

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-09-26 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Afraid of heights? Why in Shiva's name would he be afraid of heights? He flew helicopters after all, and a fear of heights was not exactly something that anyone wanted to see in the guy making sure you stayed up.

Not that he expected the other would know that, but really, it wasn't any of his business. Well, not unless it came up in conversation, but how often did 'oh, I just happen to fly planes' come up in casual conversation?

"Nope. Heights're just fine by me."
Edited 2008-09-26 00:54 (UTC)

[identity profile] theansweris4.livejournal.com 2008-10-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
After the terror of Sephiroth, someone rather abruptly sprouting wings wasn't all that unusual. It certainly didn't fill him with confidence, especially when it came to the likelihood of of him getting out of this whole thing unscathed but he'd (hopefully) manage.

"'S that way," he answered, pointing approximately southeast.

Hopefully a hospital would be quiet enough.