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paixaorpg2010-03-08 09:41 pm
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There aren't even boggarts at fault [active]
Character(s): Naja Salaheem, anyone willing to help a mithra out, or mock her
Content: This is the worst place ever for Naja to end up.
Setting: Halloween Town! ...and then back in Paixao... in.... water...
Time: Late afternoon, week 19
Warnings: Oh, probably Naja, one way or another.
Her shriek of terror could likely be heard farther than the graveyard. How did she get back? She needed to get back very, very badly. This place was terrible! The worst! Why did she ever think leaving those lovely tropics was a good idea?
Where was that damn door back?!
Naja Salaheem wasn't the president of a company for no reason. She was a strong leader, able to put up with the toughest of situations, people, creatures.
But there was one thing that she hated more than anything, that caused her toughness to drop several levels: ghosts, and everything involved with them. And so stepping through the door from Destiny Islands to the Hinterlands, she began to lose her cool Creepy trees? Okay, she was alright with those. But once she made her way into the graveyard? Oh no. No, no, no, no!
She stands in the center of the graveyard, a second ghost-type Heartless appearing out of nowhere and circling close to her. She hugs her morningstar close, shaking like a leaf, and then lets loose another loud, ear-piercing scream.
Content: This is the worst place ever for Naja to end up.
Setting: Halloween Town! ...and then back in Paixao... in.... water...
Time: Late afternoon, week 19
Warnings: Oh, probably Naja, one way or another.
Her shriek of terror could likely be heard farther than the graveyard. How did she get back? She needed to get back very, very badly. This place was terrible! The worst! Why did she ever think leaving those lovely tropics was a good idea?
Where was that damn door back?!
Naja Salaheem wasn't the president of a company for no reason. She was a strong leader, able to put up with the toughest of situations, people, creatures.
But there was one thing that she hated more than anything, that caused her toughness to drop several levels: ghosts, and everything involved with them. And so stepping through the door from Destiny Islands to the Hinterlands, she began to lose her cool Creepy trees? Okay, she was alright with those. But once she made her way into the graveyard? Oh no. No, no, no, no!
She stands in the center of the graveyard, a second ghost-type Heartless appearing out of nowhere and circling close to her. She hugs her morningstar close, shaking like a leaf, and then lets loose another loud, ear-piercing scream.
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He waited and listened approvingly to the plan. While he had rather been hoping to find someone to explore this world with, going it alone was generally a better plan than causing potential companions to have fits of panic. In any case, there was likely another group he could join up with. For now, it was best to leave these two alone. I WILL NOT FOLLOW YOU.