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paixaorpg2010-02-04 07:58 pm
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Entry tags:
- beast,
- iroh,
- muspelheim,
- riku,
- week 18
Stranger in a Strange Land [Active, Open]
Character(s): Iroh, OPEN OPEN OPEN
Content: An old guy with too much time on his hands arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Week 18, Morning
Warnings: N/A
Iroh woke up on soft ground that felt more like sleeping on sand than cloth. He sat up, his gut protruding forward in his robes as he rubbed at his lower back with an open hand. “Ohh,” he groaned loudly, “The sleeping quarters in the army were never this rough!” As he recognized his back from sleeping on sand, he looked up to discover the rest of the island staring back at him but not with the same degree of disbelief that he had in seeing it.
“This is different,” he said both cautiously and optimistically, admiring the beauty of the lands before him. He brushed off his robe and noticed the large imprint he left in the sand of where he slept. He patted his gut gently and looked down with some disappointment. “I really have to lose some weight. But I’m in retirement, so I guess it’s okay.” He trotted up through the sand and his sandals clapped against the bottom of his heel. He enjoyed feeling the warmth of the sun on his bald head as he ran his hand back through his hair. “This place is even more beautiful than Ember Island. I wonder if I can find a card to send to Aang. Or a rock to send to Toph.”
He approached the mainland, noticing the change of environment and looked quite puzzled as he reached the gate. There were a few others in line to get in, and there was a strange blond-haired, blue-eyed man reading out instructions and questions to everyone who passed. When he came to the podium where the man immediately handed over a strange looking device to him with a smile, Iroh patiently asked, “Is there any way you can tell me where I am? I seem to have dozed off, and maybe had one too many glasses of sake last night.”
Content: An old guy with too much time on his hands arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Week 18, Morning
Warnings: N/A
Iroh woke up on soft ground that felt more like sleeping on sand than cloth. He sat up, his gut protruding forward in his robes as he rubbed at his lower back with an open hand. “Ohh,” he groaned loudly, “The sleeping quarters in the army were never this rough!” As he recognized his back from sleeping on sand, he looked up to discover the rest of the island staring back at him but not with the same degree of disbelief that he had in seeing it.
“This is different,” he said both cautiously and optimistically, admiring the beauty of the lands before him. He brushed off his robe and noticed the large imprint he left in the sand of where he slept. He patted his gut gently and looked down with some disappointment. “I really have to lose some weight. But I’m in retirement, so I guess it’s okay.” He trotted up through the sand and his sandals clapped against the bottom of his heel. He enjoyed feeling the warmth of the sun on his bald head as he ran his hand back through his hair. “This place is even more beautiful than Ember Island. I wonder if I can find a card to send to Aang. Or a rock to send to Toph.”
He approached the mainland, noticing the change of environment and looked quite puzzled as he reached the gate. There were a few others in line to get in, and there was a strange blond-haired, blue-eyed man reading out instructions and questions to everyone who passed. When he came to the podium where the man immediately handed over a strange looking device to him with a smile, Iroh patiently asked, “Is there any way you can tell me where I am? I seem to have dozed off, and maybe had one too many glasses of sake last night.”
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And then a boy with silver hair stepped out in front of him. Beast had no idea who this boy was, but he seemed tense and nervous. It wasn't unlike Beast himself.
But still, Beast said nothing. Even after so long in Paixao, he still didn't trust either of these men. The only person he trusted...was Belle.