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paixaorpg2008-09-17 05:54 pm
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A New Journey [Open, Active]
Character(s): Amelia, anyone else
Content: Ameliakind of trips is blasted into Paixao.
Setting: Nifleheim Gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Amelia lay face down in the grass, inhaling the scent of dirt and… plants? She didn’t have any plants on her ship. The captain flipped to her feet instantly, brushing her coat off in a dignified manner, and strode immediately to the guard. “Welcome to Paixao,” he began.
“Now,” Amelia chided, prompting a confused look from the man, “don’t begin with that load of nonsense. I want to know why I'm here and what you lot have done with my ship immediately.” There were no signs of the ship anywhere, after all, nor was there any indication of her crew being around, which meant they’d either left (and knowing Mr. Arrow and his loyal efficiency, that had certainly not happened) or had landed somewhere else entirely. There was no smoke rising from what Amelia could see; perhaps they had been captured.
The captain’s line of thought was firmly interrupted by the guard shoving a royal blue, rectangular box in her hand and waving her through the gate. The feline would have glared but for the vacancy in his expression (which told her he knew nothing); nevertheless, she gave him a firm look. “That’ll do,” she told him, prompting another puzzled look, “resume your post.” Normally, Amelia wouldn’t dream of commanding a soldier that wasn’t hers, but after his vacant lack of manners, she figured she would set him in his place.
Examining the box, her pupils dilated, the captain entered the city, ears perked up for any signs of her shipmates.
Content: Amelia
Setting: Nifleheim Gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None yet.
Amelia lay face down in the grass, inhaling the scent of dirt and… plants? She didn’t have any plants on her ship. The captain flipped to her feet instantly, brushing her coat off in a dignified manner, and strode immediately to the guard. “Welcome to Paixao,” he began.
“Now,” Amelia chided, prompting a confused look from the man, “don’t begin with that load of nonsense. I want to know why I'm here and what you lot have done with my ship immediately.” There were no signs of the ship anywhere, after all, nor was there any indication of her crew being around, which meant they’d either left (and knowing Mr. Arrow and his loyal efficiency, that had certainly not happened) or had landed somewhere else entirely. There was no smoke rising from what Amelia could see; perhaps they had been captured.
The captain’s line of thought was firmly interrupted by the guard shoving a royal blue, rectangular box in her hand and waving her through the gate. The feline would have glared but for the vacancy in his expression (which told her he knew nothing); nevertheless, she gave him a firm look. “That’ll do,” she told him, prompting another puzzled look, “resume your post.” Normally, Amelia wouldn’t dream of commanding a soldier that wasn’t hers, but after his vacant lack of manners, she figured she would set him in his place.
Examining the box, her pupils dilated, the captain entered the city, ears perked up for any signs of her shipmates.