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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.”
(He needs to learn this isn't the Beast he knows, too. Plus Iroh? WIN)
A woman. A child. An older man. One after another slowly shuffled in, bewildered as anyone could be.
Not from the gate but from somewhere else nearby Riku spotted an unmistakable form. Eyes widened he stepped out of sight to watch a moment. He was somewhat amazed by the utter lack of response Beast received from those around him. The teen watched as the creature stopped next to a stout old man.
Sora wasn't the only one Riku had hurt.
Riku clenched a fist and stepped back out into the light, making sure he was in plain view of the Beast. He was ready for whatever would come next.