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paixaorpg2009-12-13 09:29 pm
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Character(s): Asch, anyone else!
Content: Arrival~
Setting: By the Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early morning, Week 15
Warnings: Maybe some light swearing if Asch gets pissed off? (Which is not hard to do...)
He wasn't really sure what to think at this point. Just how much time had time passed since his last breaths on Eldrant and awakening from his "nap" here at these gates? He used his free hand to shake out his tabard, still able to feel a few stray pebbles from the shore that had found their way under the many layers of his clothes. In the other hand he held the device the guard at the gate had given him. He couldn't help but sigh, clearly still frustrated with how useless the guards had been.
Asch could feel the stares of the few remaining to were witness to his tantrum at the guards. Annoyed with the attention, he quickly distanced himself as far as possible from the entrance.
"Paixao," he found himself muttering under his breath. That was the name the guards had told him, wasn't it? "What an odd name to give hell."
Content: Arrival~
Setting: By the Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early morning, Week 15
Warnings: Maybe some light swearing if Asch gets pissed off? (Which is not hard to do...)
He wasn't really sure what to think at this point. Just how much time had time passed since his last breaths on Eldrant and awakening from his "nap" here at these gates? He used his free hand to shake out his tabard, still able to feel a few stray pebbles from the shore that had found their way under the many layers of his clothes. In the other hand he held the device the guard at the gate had given him. He couldn't help but sigh, clearly still frustrated with how useless the guards had been.
Asch could feel the stares of the few remaining to were witness to his tantrum at the guards. Annoyed with the attention, he quickly distanced himself as far as possible from the entrance.
"Paixao," he found himself muttering under his breath. That was the name the guards had told him, wasn't it? "What an odd name to give hell."
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"Keeping in touch with the other people here. It's like a portable clacks."
Or... at least it was tolerably close. She still wasn't sure how they'd managed to get the towers to be that small, much less how the machines knew which device was talking to which, but she'd that sort of thinking to the wizards.