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paixaorpg2010-01-19 02:49 pm
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Vanaheim's Gate: Nasira Arrives
Character(s): Nasira, anyone
Content: Nasira wakes up at Vanaheim's Gate, confused and irate
Setting: Near Vanaheim's Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Some cursing
Could this get any more insane? Waking up in a foreign world was the last thing Nasira expected to happen after being attacked by a bunch of thieves. Even when it seemed she had to upper hand, everything collapsed as if she just died on the spot. The last thing she saw were the theives running in the other direction and then her vision failed her and so did all the other senses. Nothing else was remembered, Agrabah was gone and never seen again. After waking up on a patch of fake grass, instinct told her to look around. Beautiful, yet fake, vegetation surrounded the area. Materials of all kinds made up the scene, allowing each plant its own beauty, some woven with gems to reflect the sunlight, giving a glow. Was it the same sun that watched over Agrabah? The atmosphere seemed normal, but what was amazing were the large domes. Their size seemed to have no limit and it appeared to have the majority of the world inside the titanic walls. It was nothing short of stunning.
Damn, maybe one of her spells backfired or something.
Nasira got up and found a line of people leading to a gate on a dome wall that swallowed the end of the line. The gate, itself had two large trees on each side, each with some fruit. All fake of course. Finding that she wasn't going to get any answers here, Nasira reluctantly joined the line, arms crossed. The people in the line seemed to be just as confused as her, heads looking in all directions, taking in the new surrounding features. The line moved at an acceptable speed and before she knew it, Nasira came face to face with a gatekeeper. After seeing countless people asking the same damn question she wanted to ask, the sorceress knew she wasn't going to get an answer out of this guy, for he just went to the next person after handing each one an electric journal. Ignoring every single question. Shit, she was screwed.
"Welcome to Paixao. May I ask for your name?" the guard asked, as if he rehearsed this line thousands of times. Yeah, it was pretty clear she wasn't getting an explanation. This was probably the only sentence the guard could say.
"Nasira." she said, obviously pissed off. Without looking at it, Nasira took the journal offered to her and stepped inside the gate, not even bothering to look back at the sky behind her. Once inside the domes, she noticed the beautiful architecture that seemed ancient. The ceiling was marked with paintings of demons and angelic creatures fighting an endless battle, bloodstained angels falling from each demon's claw. The 'sun' painted on there, shone bright as the one in Agrabah. What sort of paints could mimic the sun's blinding power? Or the moving clouds that hung overhead? Sighing, she decided to explore a bit and headed in the direction of the city hall, though she did not know it.
All of the people she knew in Agrabah disappeared, one by one, including her own brother. Could he be here too? This place may answer more than just the question she had on her mind, moments ago.
Content: Nasira wakes up at Vanaheim's Gate, confused and irate
Setting: Near Vanaheim's Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Some cursing
Could this get any more insane? Waking up in a foreign world was the last thing Nasira expected to happen after being attacked by a bunch of thieves. Even when it seemed she had to upper hand, everything collapsed as if she just died on the spot. The last thing she saw were the theives running in the other direction and then her vision failed her and so did all the other senses. Nothing else was remembered, Agrabah was gone and never seen again. After waking up on a patch of fake grass, instinct told her to look around. Beautiful, yet fake, vegetation surrounded the area. Materials of all kinds made up the scene, allowing each plant its own beauty, some woven with gems to reflect the sunlight, giving a glow. Was it the same sun that watched over Agrabah? The atmosphere seemed normal, but what was amazing were the large domes. Their size seemed to have no limit and it appeared to have the majority of the world inside the titanic walls. It was nothing short of stunning.
Damn, maybe one of her spells backfired or something.
Nasira got up and found a line of people leading to a gate on a dome wall that swallowed the end of the line. The gate, itself had two large trees on each side, each with some fruit. All fake of course. Finding that she wasn't going to get any answers here, Nasira reluctantly joined the line, arms crossed. The people in the line seemed to be just as confused as her, heads looking in all directions, taking in the new surrounding features. The line moved at an acceptable speed and before she knew it, Nasira came face to face with a gatekeeper. After seeing countless people asking the same damn question she wanted to ask, the sorceress knew she wasn't going to get an answer out of this guy, for he just went to the next person after handing each one an electric journal. Ignoring every single question. Shit, she was screwed.
"Welcome to Paixao. May I ask for your name?" the guard asked, as if he rehearsed this line thousands of times. Yeah, it was pretty clear she wasn't getting an explanation. This was probably the only sentence the guard could say.
"Nasira." she said, obviously pissed off. Without looking at it, Nasira took the journal offered to her and stepped inside the gate, not even bothering to look back at the sky behind her. Once inside the domes, she noticed the beautiful architecture that seemed ancient. The ceiling was marked with paintings of demons and angelic creatures fighting an endless battle, bloodstained angels falling from each demon's claw. The 'sun' painted on there, shone bright as the one in Agrabah. What sort of paints could mimic the sun's blinding power? Or the moving clouds that hung overhead? Sighing, she decided to explore a bit and headed in the direction of the city hall, though she did not know it.
All of the people she knew in Agrabah disappeared, one by one, including her own brother. Could he be here too? This place may answer more than just the question she had on her mind, moments ago.
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“Oh.” Genie quickly fell silent at Nasira’s words. He didn’t know she was Jafar’s sister. Why, he never knew the sorcerer had any siblings at all! Then again, it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that came up in conversation with someone seeking power and in the end control of the universe. Unless of course it was some sort of sibling rivalry but the djinn did not feel as though such was the case here. Still, he could certainly see the resemblance between the two. She’d have to be his sister with a face as ugly as that. The genie bit his tongue to hold further comments from outburst.
No doubt feeling guilt for offending Nasira, the genie flew after her and zipped in front of her to block her path. “Oh, you must have time for a quick makeover. I mean, that dress! So dark, so depressing. What are we trying to say here, witch? No. I won’t have it! Darling, we need glamour, we need glitz, we need… sequins! Oh, you gotta let me use sequins. Trust me, you’ll look absolutely fabulous. Eddy and Patsy will have nothing on you.”