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paixaorpg2009-07-24 06:38 pm
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Entry tags:
belldandy | love song no. 001 | OPEN/ACTIVE
Character(s): Belldandy, anybody else.
Content: Belldandy enters through Joutunheim Gate.
Setting: Joutunheim Gate.
Time: Evening, Week Nine
Warnings: I might suck D:
There was darkness.
Then... there was still darkness.
Her consciousness slowly returning, the Goddess First Class wondered if this was the gateway to Hell. It would make sense, but she could not trace the energy signatures of her sisters... or sense Keiichi... anywhere near her. They had all entered together, had they not? This made no sense.
Stepping through the gateway, everything was dim, and it took only a few seconds for Belldandy's eyes to adjust to the darkness. Vines. Thorns. Thorned vines protruded from everywhere... while it definitely would fit certain definitions of Hell, this certainly wasn't the Hell Belldandy was expecting. For one, no trace of Nidhogg or any demonic energy could be found.
Second of all... trying to find her sisters' energy signatures was resulting in nothing.
Clutching the journal she somehow had procured in her hands, she bit her lower lip.
This was quite distressing.
Content: Belldandy enters through Joutunheim Gate.
Setting: Joutunheim Gate.
Time: Evening, Week Nine
Warnings: I might suck D:
There was darkness.
Then... there was still darkness.
Her consciousness slowly returning, the Goddess First Class wondered if this was the gateway to Hell. It would make sense, but she could not trace the energy signatures of her sisters... or sense Keiichi... anywhere near her. They had all entered together, had they not? This made no sense.
Stepping through the gateway, everything was dim, and it took only a few seconds for Belldandy's eyes to adjust to the darkness. Vines. Thorns. Thorned vines protruded from everywhere... while it definitely would fit certain definitions of Hell, this certainly wasn't the Hell Belldandy was expecting. For one, no trace of Nidhogg or any demonic energy could be found.
Second of all... trying to find her sisters' energy signatures was resulting in nothing.
Clutching the journal she somehow had procured in her hands, she bit her lower lip.
This was quite distressing.