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paixaorpg2009-07-08 12:02 am
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Entry tags:
[complete / solo log ]
Character(s): Joshua, and anyone that happens to be around Niflheim Gate.
Content: The Composer arrives! ...and hes certainly not impressed with his predicament. He jumps to a parallel Plane, discovers some tin-pin nerd (with snazzy glasses) in the parallel Dead Gods Pad, messes with a parallel emo kid, and then finds himself at the Gate with no way to get back. Solo log!
Setting: Niflheim Gate / Reaper Ramen.
Time: Week 8
Warnings: hardcore psychic power abuse~ or rather, a reference to it. A really small one.
It was a curious note that one youth hummed as he made his way through the Niflheim Gate. Really, he was quite confused; confused of course being a state of complete and utter placidity externally, yet on the inside a small sense of wonder and a much larger feeling of unrest that stemmed from being seperated from Shibuya rising, circulating... and spreading throughout his highly refined Soul. Finding the bizarre door in the Room of Reckoning in the parallel plane was quite unexpected. More unexpected was the fact it led here. Still; his facade was flawless. He looked very much unperturbed, almost a local as he walked through the gate. A small smile curled at his lips and rather violent violet eyes glinted ever so slightly -- small hand still curled around a certain feather as he moved through the gate with all the mannerisms and grace of a princess making her way through a field of completely non-threatening daisies.
He would never allow himself to seem the victim. This was exceptional, he knew that already. But showing weakness? Showing anything aside from perpetual smugness? Not likely. Not even for events like this. He accepted the journal of course, spoke his false name truly eloquently to the guard, complete with a small giggle before snagging of course some leaflets about his new habitat as a matter of course -- very much like he'd actually intended to come here. But inside... Different story. This would likely prove fascinating. That was a certainty among this whole experience.
So, stepping forward a few paces -- he cast a small look around the streets. Very different from Shibuya, its UG, and all of the alternate Planes associated with the city. But a certain sign... Reaper ramen?
...Marvellous, he was starving. He'd never really been able to adapt to a human bodys little quirks and features -- such as requiring just as much feeding as any other 15 year old boy would. In short? a Hell of a lot. As a result; Joshua could be found a few moments later looking over the leaflets between a bowl of salted ramen. The bill had been taken care of -- though novel means had been used to pay it. He'd simply managed to manipulate the store tender into mentally believing he'd paid, and that he had quite a chunk of change to be returned. So of course, that was spends for the next week accounted for.
He tilted his head slightly; eyes looking over a certain place displayed on the leaflet. Then looking over the place name again, widening ever so slightly. Wildkat cafe. Now that... he thought to himself, mid noodle-slurp. Is anything but a co-incidence.
Content: The Composer arrives! ...and hes certainly not impressed with his predicament. He jumps to a parallel Plane, discovers some tin-pin nerd (with snazzy glasses) in the parallel Dead Gods Pad, messes with a parallel emo kid, and then finds himself at the Gate with no way to get back. Solo log!
Setting: Niflheim Gate / Reaper Ramen.
Time: Week 8
Warnings: hardcore psychic power abuse~ or rather, a reference to it. A really small one.
It was a curious note that one youth hummed as he made his way through the Niflheim Gate. Really, he was quite confused; confused of course being a state of complete and utter placidity externally, yet on the inside a small sense of wonder and a much larger feeling of unrest that stemmed from being seperated from Shibuya rising, circulating... and spreading throughout his highly refined Soul. Finding the bizarre door in the Room of Reckoning in the parallel plane was quite unexpected. More unexpected was the fact it led here. Still; his facade was flawless. He looked very much unperturbed, almost a local as he walked through the gate. A small smile curled at his lips and rather violent violet eyes glinted ever so slightly -- small hand still curled around a certain feather as he moved through the gate with all the mannerisms and grace of a princess making her way through a field of completely non-threatening daisies.
He would never allow himself to seem the victim. This was exceptional, he knew that already. But showing weakness? Showing anything aside from perpetual smugness? Not likely. Not even for events like this. He accepted the journal of course, spoke his false name truly eloquently to the guard, complete with a small giggle before snagging of course some leaflets about his new habitat as a matter of course -- very much like he'd actually intended to come here. But inside... Different story. This would likely prove fascinating. That was a certainty among this whole experience.
So, stepping forward a few paces -- he cast a small look around the streets. Very different from Shibuya, its UG, and all of the alternate Planes associated with the city. But a certain sign... Reaper ramen?
...Marvellous, he was starving. He'd never really been able to adapt to a human bodys little quirks and features -- such as requiring just as much feeding as any other 15 year old boy would. In short? a Hell of a lot. As a result; Joshua could be found a few moments later looking over the leaflets between a bowl of salted ramen. The bill had been taken care of -- though novel means had been used to pay it. He'd simply managed to manipulate the store tender into mentally believing he'd paid, and that he had quite a chunk of change to be returned. So of course, that was spends for the next week accounted for.
He tilted his head slightly; eyes looking over a certain place displayed on the leaflet. Then looking over the place name again, widening ever so slightly. Wildkat cafe. Now that... he thought to himself, mid noodle-slurp. Is anything but a co-incidence.