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paixaorpg2009-07-09 08:16 pm
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And this is an interesting nightlife [Active]
Character(s): Seras Victoria
Content: Seras enters Paixao under the cloak of night.
Setting: Niflheim gate area
Time: Week 8, Night
Warnings: none at the moment
"Master? Sir Integra?" Seras asked aloud, before realising what she was doing. She focused her gaze for a minute, turning instead to instinct. She couldn't sense her Master around here. Using instinct to navigate, rather than human sight in the dim light, and noticed the small crowd. She approached the area, finding the booth with the line around it at a gate that glittered with silver ice. The gatekeeper gave her a small smile, "Welcome to Paixao! Your name?"
Seras stared at him momentarily confused, before answering, "Seras Victoria." She was handed a scarlet journal and brochures before being hurried through the gate. She looked around, idly grateful for the fact that dawn hadn't broken yet. Nighttime was preferable overall because she didn't have to feel like hiding as much. Most people didn't know what to look out for at night, after all.
As Integra had told the Wild Geese months ago, Hellsing had always been good about keeping people out of the know. Seras had a feeling that keeping the secret would be ideal here as well. She didn't know anyone here or the way they would treat someone inhuman. Not that this place seemed anything like London. What she could tell of the city was that it reminded her of an artwork in a museum with its architectural style and painted skies.
Content: Seras enters Paixao under the cloak of night.
Setting: Niflheim gate area
Time: Week 8, Night
Warnings: none at the moment
"Master? Sir Integra?" Seras asked aloud, before realising what she was doing. She focused her gaze for a minute, turning instead to instinct. She couldn't sense her Master around here. Using instinct to navigate, rather than human sight in the dim light, and noticed the small crowd. She approached the area, finding the booth with the line around it at a gate that glittered with silver ice. The gatekeeper gave her a small smile, "Welcome to Paixao! Your name?"
Seras stared at him momentarily confused, before answering, "Seras Victoria." She was handed a scarlet journal and brochures before being hurried through the gate. She looked around, idly grateful for the fact that dawn hadn't broken yet. Nighttime was preferable overall because she didn't have to feel like hiding as much. Most people didn't know what to look out for at night, after all.
As Integra had told the Wild Geese months ago, Hellsing had always been good about keeping people out of the know. Seras had a feeling that keeping the secret would be ideal here as well. She didn't know anyone here or the way they would treat someone inhuman. Not that this place seemed anything like London. What she could tell of the city was that it reminded her of an artwork in a museum with its architectural style and painted skies.