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paixaorpg2006-03-13 09:08 pm
paixaonpcs.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-03-13 09:08 pm
A meeting. [Completed]
Character(s): The Superior and Saix
Content: A sekrit meeting.
Setting: It's a sekrit! (Though you can figure it out by paying attention. :x)
Time: Early Friday morning
Warnings: Nothing, except maybe KH2 spoilers regarding the Superior's identity?
It smelled of mold and yet was pungent with the crisp scent of plants and morning dew. There was no time to appreciate the scenery, though he wouldn't have either way. The building was not the thing to be admired, however. It was the grounds outside of it.
But the further away from them, the better. He was aware of their powers, and how they could affect a few chosen people.
Walking deeper into the decaying structure, the man approached an altar that was positioned in the middle of a row of rotting wooden benches. Several strutural beams lay spread-eagled along the cracking floorboards, toppling over each other and some still attached somewhat to the ceiling. Positioning himself behind the altar, he sat to wait for his accomplice.
Content: A sekrit meeting.
Setting: It's a sekrit! (Though you can figure it out by paying attention. :x)
Time: Early Friday morning
Warnings: Nothing, except maybe KH2 spoilers regarding the Superior's identity?
It smelled of mold and yet was pungent with the crisp scent of plants and morning dew. There was no time to appreciate the scenery, though he wouldn't have either way. The building was not the thing to be admired, however. It was the grounds outside of it.
But the further away from them, the better. He was aware of their powers, and how they could affect a few chosen people.
Walking deeper into the decaying structure, the man approached an altar that was positioned in the middle of a row of rotting wooden benches. Several strutural beams lay spread-eagled along the cracking floorboards, toppling over each other and some still attached somewhat to the ceiling. Positioning himself behind the altar, he sat to wait for his accomplice.