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paixaorpg2010-02-03 02:24 pm
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A New Challenger Has Appeared! [ACTIVE/OPEN]
Character(s): Chocolat Meilleure, OPEN
Content: Chocolat arrives - in her pajamas.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Afternoon, week 18
Warnings: Depends on who shows up
She wasn't sure which concerned her more: the fact she was obviously wasn't home, the fact it was raining, or the fact she was in her pajamas. It might have been a mixture of all three. Her only consolation was the fact she had her wand and her collection pendant; then again, she never let those two things go. Chocolat pulled damp hair from her eyes, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out what happened.
Soon, one emotion took root: anger. The witch growled, stamping her slippered foot angrily. "Duke! If this is your doing, I'm going to lock you in a cage!" The vent of her anger only got her stares from some of the passerby, some whispering to one another. Chocolat gave a nervous laugh, getting more soaked by the second. She shivered, the cold of the water quickly getting to her.
Jogging under the awning of a nearby building, Chocolat wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm as the rain hit the surface above her. She shivered again and sneezed, anger giving way to fear. Vanilla... Pierre... Where are you? I'm scared! She kept her thoughts to herself, shutting her eyes tight. She concentrated on trying to get warm, imagining the robe that she won from the spring exam was around her body. Warm like her favorite blanket, soft as a kitten's tummy... She fought a shiver; figuring out where she was could wait till she got warm.
Content: Chocolat arrives - in her pajamas.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Afternoon, week 18
Warnings: Depends on who shows up
She wasn't sure which concerned her more: the fact she was obviously wasn't home, the fact it was raining, or the fact she was in her pajamas. It might have been a mixture of all three. Her only consolation was the fact she had her wand and her collection pendant; then again, she never let those two things go. Chocolat pulled damp hair from her eyes, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out what happened.
Soon, one emotion took root: anger. The witch growled, stamping her slippered foot angrily. "Duke! If this is your doing, I'm going to lock you in a cage!" The vent of her anger only got her stares from some of the passerby, some whispering to one another. Chocolat gave a nervous laugh, getting more soaked by the second. She shivered, the cold of the water quickly getting to her.
Jogging under the awning of a nearby building, Chocolat wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm as the rain hit the surface above her. She shivered again and sneezed, anger giving way to fear. Vanilla... Pierre... Where are you? I'm scared! She kept her thoughts to herself, shutting her eyes tight. She concentrated on trying to get warm, imagining the robe that she won from the spring exam was around her body. Warm like her favorite blanket, soft as a kitten's tummy... She fought a shiver; figuring out where she was could wait till she got warm.
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He tucked a strand of hair behind one of his ears as the waitress appeared and he offered her his most charming grin. "Ah, what a lovely mademoiselle...! I hope you do not mind my disheveled appearance. How irritating these sudden storms are! If I could have a cup of coffee...?" The waitress nodded, apparently not even having the time for even the simplest of conversations, and wandered off without a word, leaving a rather embarrassed Vyers to rest his chin in his hands and scowl at the table. How terribly rude the people here were.
Hearing conversation nearby, the demon's eyes wandered over to the table where the two girls were sitting. Judging by their hair color and conversation, they didn't seem to be citizens. Well, maybe listening to them for a little while as he waited wouldn't do any harm. Perhaps he would even be able to help if the opportunity arose.
He soon got the chance. "This would be the city of Paixao, dear Mademoiselle. You are not the only one who has found themselves displaced."