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paixaorpg2009-01-11 07:45 pm
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An entrance long overdue. [Active]
Character(s): Koromaru and whoever'd like to come say hi to the doggy.
Content: The canine member of S.E.E.S. makes his entrance into Paixao, not at all pleased.
Setting: The surrounding area of Vanaheim.
Time: Week one, afternoon.
Warnings: Uhh nothing yet. Stay tuned!
At first, things were very confusing, and he was relatively upset in more than one way. Anger, worry... The teenagers he was taken from were just about to engage in the biggest battle ever, against the strongest foe they'd ever faced, and here he was in this strange place. Even if he didn't participate directly in the fight, he wanted to be there to support them.
Now, things were just frustrating. He knew he was no where near Port Island, let alone Japan. Yeah, most of the S.E.E.S. kids had hair unlike many of the people in Japan, but he knew there was no chance in the world that there'd be so many--what was the word?--Aryan looking people that were actually Japanese.
That meant that this was an entirely different place.
His ears flicked again, pinning back as he continued down the street warily. The journal the woman at the gate gave him bounced lightly against his chest, though stilled with a final, quiet thump once he stopped to sniff the air. Things smelled so... fake in this Paixao place. The first patch of grass he saw actually glistened, and he'd just noticed the smiling sun up above him.
What in God's name was this city?
Content: The canine member of S.E.E.S. makes his entrance into Paixao, not at all pleased.
Setting: The surrounding area of Vanaheim.
Time: Week one, afternoon.
Warnings: Uhh nothing yet. Stay tuned!
At first, things were very confusing, and he was relatively upset in more than one way. Anger, worry... The teenagers he was taken from were just about to engage in the biggest battle ever, against the strongest foe they'd ever faced, and here he was in this strange place. Even if he didn't participate directly in the fight, he wanted to be there to support them.
Now, things were just frustrating. He knew he was no where near Port Island, let alone Japan. Yeah, most of the S.E.E.S. kids had hair unlike many of the people in Japan, but he knew there was no chance in the world that there'd be so many--what was the word?--Aryan looking people that were actually Japanese.
That meant that this was an entirely different place.
His ears flicked again, pinning back as he continued down the street warily. The journal the woman at the gate gave him bounced lightly against his chest, though stilled with a final, quiet thump once he stopped to sniff the air. Things smelled so... fake in this Paixao place. The first patch of grass he saw actually glistened, and he'd just noticed the smiling sun up above him.
What in God's name was this city?