http://generalfloozy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] generalfloozy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-11-14 01:50 pm

I am a general; don't ever forget (Active / Open)

Characters: Celes and anyone who feels like helping out a grumpy ex-general
Content: Celes comes through the gate and finds herself in a very strange place
Setting: Close to the Vanaheim Gate
Time: midday
Warnings: TBA


Celes' hand gripped the remains of the bandana around the dove's neck as she lay there. Sopping wet from her jump off the cliffs and into the water, and her subsequent float through the water to the shore just in front of the cottage where Grandpa had taken care of her for so long, the blonde-haired woman probably looked like a mess, wherever she had landed. The dove was gone now and she could tell she was no longer on the beach on that little island, but she really had no clue where she was.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up and began to wring the water out of her hair. Every inch of her was still wet and she smelled like salt water, which really couldn't be helped much considering the fact that she'd just come out of a nice long swim in the ocean. Holding herself together, somehow, she sat there for a moment before she dared to glance around. Where on earth was she?

With any luck, someone would show up. With more luck, they'd have a way for her to dry off. She would, for now, try not to use her magic, as she wasn't sure who would be open-minded enough to accept her magic and not run screaming from her. The War of the Magi had really damaged the peoples' view of magic. Well that and the Empire now.

Celes sighed wearily and let her eyes close for a brief moment. She needed to get her bearings, and no matter what, she had to put Grandpa behind her. As much as she missed him, he was gone. There was no changing that. 

[identity profile] withwingstofly.livejournal.com 2008-11-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Setzer could hardly disagree with that. The world had been destroyed, to say nothing of his ship. A ruined world, ruled by a madman. Not precisely anything he would call fun. It was on the other hand a very nice challenge. The queen of spades had been raised to a god, but nothing said they couldn't take him on for the sheer hell of it. Enough people, and they might actually win.

"The world was destroyed," he pointed out. "But any gambler will tell you that sometimes luck can make a bad hand halfway decent."