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paixaorpg2008-11-26 11:39 pm
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Lost by the Bell (Active)
Character(s): Shalua and anyone around
Content: New arrival, very confused new arrival
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Midday
Warnings: Snark mostly and pessimism.
Fate was a cruel mistress for Shalua. She couldn't think of any better way to explain it as she headed through the gates with the handy little device they'd been giving out at the doors. She had no idea what it was but it looked like something she could figure out when she wanted to take the time to do so. Right now, however, she was agitated. Agitated and annoyed. She'd come so close to finding another clue, the first in ten years, as to what might have happened to her sister, only to get taken somewhere else entirely and have that clue slip right from her grasp.
Ironic... or completely diabolical.
Shalua sighed a little and adjusted her lab coat with her good arm so it fit a little more securely over her mechanical arm. She could feel her gun in the pocket of her coat and its familiarity and weight was a nice comfort to her. She took several breaths as she glanced around and tried to figure out where the best place to go would be. First thing was first: food and a place to sleep.
Content: New arrival, very confused new arrival
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Midday
Warnings: Snark mostly and pessimism.
Fate was a cruel mistress for Shalua. She couldn't think of any better way to explain it as she headed through the gates with the handy little device they'd been giving out at the doors. She had no idea what it was but it looked like something she could figure out when she wanted to take the time to do so. Right now, however, she was agitated. Agitated and annoyed. She'd come so close to finding another clue, the first in ten years, as to what might have happened to her sister, only to get taken somewhere else entirely and have that clue slip right from her grasp.
Ironic... or completely diabolical.
Shalua sighed a little and adjusted her lab coat with her good arm so it fit a little more securely over her mechanical arm. She could feel her gun in the pocket of her coat and its familiarity and weight was a nice comfort to her. She took several breaths as she glanced around and tried to figure out where the best place to go would be. First thing was first: food and a place to sleep.
no subject
Or there was one in his anyway and he didn't see any reason that suggested that the journal he'd gotten was any different from anyone else's. He hadn't even messed with it much, for a change. Then again it worked just fine the way it was. Which okay, yeah, hadn't stopped him before but whatever. He hadn't had to pay for it, so it was all good in his book.