http://havelovetoo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] havelovetoo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-07-14 02:51 am

koyoi wa dare ga umarekawaru [Active]

Character(s): Gwen, Laharl, eventually Vyers
Content: Gwen enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: afternoon, week eight
Warnings: none

Gwen was settled down on a surprisingly grassy sort of place. The quiet made her ears ring slightly, and it was then when she realized she was in her old body, and it felt far more real than the half-spiritual one she had only moments before. Her husband was nowhere to be found, in either form she'd seen him in. Nor was her son anywhere she could see. Not that she could see much, aside from ruins behind her and a dome in front of her.

It wasn't long before she decided to follow the outline of the dome--it was the only real landmark, and getting lost here wouldn't help at all. She followed it in a short curve before she reached a gate. There was a guard at the door. Well, she could start there--he appeared human, so she wondered if she'd ended up in the human world somehow.

"Excuse me," she said, smiling. "I seem to have gotten lost?"

The guard smiled back, in an I-don't-care sort of way, and handed her a smooth, violet device. "Welcome to Paixao, ma'am!"

Paixao? She'd never heard of the place, and told the guard so, but he was vague at best and evasive at worst, she'd decided the best thing to do was explore on her own. And so she took her first steps into this strange domed city.
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[personal profile] overlords_wrath 2009-07-22 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Laharl took a breath in and slowly let it out. As much as he wished she didn't have to know, she needed to know. Hiding it wasn't exactly a good idea either. Leaving her in the dark was too dangerous. He had to tell her.

"She's one of the members of the Organization who's been a thorn in my side since I got here," he began slowly, glancing to his mother as he explained then looking away as he uttered the woman's name.

"Larxene."

The name was spat out with so much distaste, hatred and anger. The name alone soured his mood.