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paixaorpg2010-01-28 04:59 pm
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Rude Awakening [Active]
Character(s): Raven, whoever wants to bother him
Content: Raven's arrival.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Week 17, morning, leaning towards late morning
Warnings: Shameless flirting if attractive women are involved?
Brave Vesperia had finished sorting through the newest shipment of supplies to Aurnion, and Raven had slipped away for an afternoon nap by the river. The weather was just too nice to waste. Unfortunately, he was jolted awake prematurely by the sound of voices, and sat up quickly, hoping it wasn't Rita coming to scold him for slacking off. Really, that girl needed to learn how to relax a little...or maybe she just enjoyed picking on him. Either way--
This was definitely not where he'd fallen asleep.
Raven's first instinct was to shift his hands underneath his coat; to the inexperienced eye it looked like he was adjusting his shirt, but really he was checking his weapons. His knife was still there, tucked into his belt, his bow folded to its most compact size and concealed as well. He relaxed fractionally; if someone hadn't bothered disarming him, either they weren't dangerous or just idiots. (He also couldn't guarantee the bodily well-being of any thief if he discovered Casey's bow missing.)
He glanced around finally, taking in his surroundings. The voices in question belonged to the line of people trailing out in front of him. Raven took in the scenery quickly--the domed ceiling, the gate framed by what seemed to be two giant statues, and the odd assembly of people collected before it. This was a bit too real to be a daydream.
The first thing that came to mind was the illusion of Yormgen that Phaeroh had shown them. That had felt indistinguishable from reality, down to the taste of the food. But what Entelexeia were left that could still do such a thing? And what purpose would it serve, besides? It was best to find out a little more before coming to any conclusions. Raven approached the line of people, finally. They were all odd-looking enough that no one seemed to notice him in particular, and he was fine with that. It was a bit longer before he had moved forward enough to reach the gate.
"Name?" the man at the gate asked. Raven bit back a quip about how mind-numbingly boring his job must be, deciding to humor him with an answer.
"Raven'll do." No real point in thinking of another name. A small, smooth, rectangular object was pushed into his hands with little ceremony, then the gatekeeper turned to the next person.
Odd. Usually if a city had some sort of system to regulate the people coming in, they were a bit stricter about it. Raven stepped off to the side to examine the thing he'd been given. After a bit of fiddling, he discovered it opened up not unlike a book, though it didn't have any pages inside. Instead, there was a flat, reflective surface and a keypad that resembled a formula panel, with strange but familiar-looking letters on it. It took him a few moments of comparing to figure out that the letters were all turned on their sides. Stranger and stranger. Still, this wasn't providing any answers. He tucked the thing into his sleeve to puzzle over later. Time to do a little information-gathering in this city. At least....it looked like a city.
Content: Raven's arrival.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Week 17, morning, leaning towards late morning
Warnings: Shameless flirting if attractive women are involved?
Brave Vesperia had finished sorting through the newest shipment of supplies to Aurnion, and Raven had slipped away for an afternoon nap by the river. The weather was just too nice to waste. Unfortunately, he was jolted awake prematurely by the sound of voices, and sat up quickly, hoping it wasn't Rita coming to scold him for slacking off. Really, that girl needed to learn how to relax a little...or maybe she just enjoyed picking on him. Either way--
This was definitely not where he'd fallen asleep.
Raven's first instinct was to shift his hands underneath his coat; to the inexperienced eye it looked like he was adjusting his shirt, but really he was checking his weapons. His knife was still there, tucked into his belt, his bow folded to its most compact size and concealed as well. He relaxed fractionally; if someone hadn't bothered disarming him, either they weren't dangerous or just idiots. (He also couldn't guarantee the bodily well-being of any thief if he discovered Casey's bow missing.)
He glanced around finally, taking in his surroundings. The voices in question belonged to the line of people trailing out in front of him. Raven took in the scenery quickly--the domed ceiling, the gate framed by what seemed to be two giant statues, and the odd assembly of people collected before it. This was a bit too real to be a daydream.
The first thing that came to mind was the illusion of Yormgen that Phaeroh had shown them. That had felt indistinguishable from reality, down to the taste of the food. But what Entelexeia were left that could still do such a thing? And what purpose would it serve, besides? It was best to find out a little more before coming to any conclusions. Raven approached the line of people, finally. They were all odd-looking enough that no one seemed to notice him in particular, and he was fine with that. It was a bit longer before he had moved forward enough to reach the gate.
"Name?" the man at the gate asked. Raven bit back a quip about how mind-numbingly boring his job must be, deciding to humor him with an answer.
"Raven'll do." No real point in thinking of another name. A small, smooth, rectangular object was pushed into his hands with little ceremony, then the gatekeeper turned to the next person.
Odd. Usually if a city had some sort of system to regulate the people coming in, they were a bit stricter about it. Raven stepped off to the side to examine the thing he'd been given. After a bit of fiddling, he discovered it opened up not unlike a book, though it didn't have any pages inside. Instead, there was a flat, reflective surface and a keypad that resembled a formula panel, with strange but familiar-looking letters on it. It took him a few moments of comparing to figure out that the letters were all turned on their sides. Stranger and stranger. Still, this wasn't providing any answers. He tucked the thing into his sleeve to puzzle over later. Time to do a little information-gathering in this city. At least....it looked like a city.
no subject
Raven watched curiously as Urd explained how to use the device he'd been given. "Nothin' like this, no. Useful little thing." Almost too useful to be given away for free to newcomers, but he wasn't about to complain. It would make gathering information that much easier. The letters on the keys looked somewhat familiar, but he'd take a closer look later. "This sorta thing must be easy ta make here, if they're jus' handin' em out like that." Of course, he thought, the other advantage to them was that whoever created and distributed them could monitor all communications...
Raven leaned a bit closer to study the vines behind them after Urd plucked a leaf from them. He was starting to pinpoint what was nagging him about this place--nothing looked natural. It was all made. Were all the plants fake? How did anyone survive otherwise?
Still, those were all questions he knew he could find the answers to on his own. No need to ask Urd about every little thing at once. He was still sort of suspending his disbelief about suddenly appearing in a different world.
"Think I've got the basics," he replied as casually as he could. "I appreciate yer help, miss. Seemed like y'were in a bit ovva hurry before, so don't let me keep ya."