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paixaorpg2006-02-28 11:13 pm
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The Alabaster Serpent. [Closed]
Character(s): Tira, Greed
Content: Tira reflects on the past few days whilst waiting for Greed.
Setting: The Alabaster Serpent, a pub near Folios.
Time: Late Thursday Evening
Warnings: None, yet.
Darkness... Tira awoke, alone. Her bed in one of the many back rooms of The Alabaster Serpent was ridiculously large, taking up most of the space in the tiny room.
Faint light filtered in from a small window near the ceiling, the shadows of pedestrians walking by on the pavement above occasionally obscuring her view. She slipped out of the room, and into the unlit and steadily darkening bar. It hadn't opened for business yet, and nobody was there.
She tiptoed, barefoot, across the floor and into a booth near the entrance, running her hands through her green hair- still wet from a bath the night before. And she waited for him. Her new favorite vice. ...Her master? Amidst her muddled thoughts, she wasn't sure. Hmph. GREED. He was... gone... somewhere... or so she assumed.
Upon Ansem's disappearance, they'd made a rather anticlimactic exodus into the domes of Paixao. Most of the time since then--- only a couple of days, Greed had spent indulging himself in his newfound freedom, and in Tira.
He'd kept her here, at this bar-- a hole in the wall at the bottom of some long winding stairs. They'd acquired it by accident, mostly-- an incident involving Tira's lust for blood, and Greed's "accidental" release of her figurative reigns. Somehow the phrase, "Go get 'em, kid." doesn't seem accidental.
Now, she waited in this empty bar. Melancholy slipped over her face, normal for her bi-polar nature. The boredom of the calm grated at her-- she flopped backward in the booth, frustrated.
Her violet eyes flicked up to the high-set window next to her, the "sky" above looked angry-- pregnant with impending rain. She watched the slow, circling patterns on the sky, recognizing vaguely-- the wheel of fate scrolling across the sky as the artificial "sun" slowly trickled into the ether. Demons danced across the sky, and she found herself enraptured in it's image.
What mystical place was this, that demons drifted upon its skies? Tira smiled,
"...Home."
Content: Tira reflects on the past few days whilst waiting for Greed.
Setting: The Alabaster Serpent, a pub near Folios.
Time: Late Thursday Evening
Warnings: None, yet.
Darkness... Tira awoke, alone. Her bed in one of the many back rooms of The Alabaster Serpent was ridiculously large, taking up most of the space in the tiny room.
Faint light filtered in from a small window near the ceiling, the shadows of pedestrians walking by on the pavement above occasionally obscuring her view. She slipped out of the room, and into the unlit and steadily darkening bar. It hadn't opened for business yet, and nobody was there.
She tiptoed, barefoot, across the floor and into a booth near the entrance, running her hands through her green hair- still wet from a bath the night before. And she waited for him. Her new favorite vice. ...Her master? Amidst her muddled thoughts, she wasn't sure. Hmph. GREED. He was... gone... somewhere... or so she assumed.
Upon Ansem's disappearance, they'd made a rather anticlimactic exodus into the domes of Paixao. Most of the time since then--- only a couple of days, Greed had spent indulging himself in his newfound freedom, and in Tira.
He'd kept her here, at this bar-- a hole in the wall at the bottom of some long winding stairs. They'd acquired it by accident, mostly-- an incident involving Tira's lust for blood, and Greed's "accidental" release of her figurative reigns. Somehow the phrase, "Go get 'em, kid." doesn't seem accidental.
Now, she waited in this empty bar. Melancholy slipped over her face, normal for her bi-polar nature. The boredom of the calm grated at her-- she flopped backward in the booth, frustrated.
Her violet eyes flicked up to the high-set window next to her, the "sky" above looked angry-- pregnant with impending rain. She watched the slow, circling patterns on the sky, recognizing vaguely-- the wheel of fate scrolling across the sky as the artificial "sun" slowly trickled into the ether. Demons danced across the sky, and she found herself enraptured in it's image.
What mystical place was this, that demons drifted upon its skies? Tira smiled,
"...Home."
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No matter how bright and vibrant the crystalline trees and sugarcoated sidewalks might be, they still held duty as a surface for hard gambling and other of the more destitute acts mankind took guilty sin in. The denizens of these alleys and underpasses were exactly the kind of people Greed wanted.
He had spent a good portion of his time finding games, stopping to talk and maybe shoot a few rounds to stimulate interest, these were after all going to be his customers and he wanted to appear as a levelheaded, fair-playing and well spirited gambler. Dice seemed to be the vast favorite in town. A hat and a pair of dice were all you needed, throw them out like a seed and a craps game sprouted instantly from them.
The sun started hanging and he headed back towards the pub. After all, the Alabaster Serpent would stir from sleep tonight and he wanted to be there.
Arriving at the wooden establishment, he heaved the heavy wooden doors open with an imposing creak and peered through the anteroom at Tira, entranced by the sky, sitting in her booth.
“Something interesting?”
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Her laughter was sudden, a mask of feigned innocence. She was amused-- her discovery had seemed to herald Greed's return to the bar.
"So what happens now?" She finally turned her face toward him, leaning sideways like a cat. "I'm so~o bored, cooped up here by myself!" She sighed, crawling up onto the table, swinging her legs out over the edge. Tira flopped backward onto the empty wooden table on which she sat. Her eyes trailed back to the window, legs swinging back and forth. Boredom? Excitement? Perhaps both.