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.

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