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paixaorpg2006-01-20 11:04 pm
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Under Vanaheim into the city [Closed]
Character(s): Marluxia, those entering through Vanaheim.
Content: Entering the Vanaheim Gate.
Setting: Vanaheim.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None for the moment.
Such a beautiful thing. Simple, but complicated all the same.
Marluxia stood outside the Gate along with a host of others unlike him. Just one in a crowd. And they were all drawn into the city, like many moths to a flame. He couldn't say he wasn't also.
Such a morning to be intiated into the city. A winding snake of a line led from the entrance to around the gates, people idling and standing for their turn to enter the dome. Sun rise inside. A 'sun' slowly waking up, carrying along the city-dwellers on its tail. Hood over his face, he journeyed to the front of the line. Nevermind that glances were thrown his way, annoyed and confused. He wouldn't be one to wait.
As he was closer, he could see the Gate much clearer. A pair of trees - heavy with glistening fruits - branches reaching with brown fingers to curl into each other. A natural arc. The trees' branches entwined, the fruits the trees bore hanging like welcome signs, ushuring the waiting people into a new city, a new life.
Hm. Strange. It wasn't natural. As one approached it, walking under it's arc, you could see the strange glisten on the bark, the bright green leaves, the pale fruits. The angle of the light? No, the materials. These trees were glass, yet from afar they looked as real as the people who walked under them.
As he ignored the looks and gazed at the gate itself, a small box was shoved at him, followed by a question.
"What is your name?"
"Nobody." A shrug, looking at the black journal, turning it over in a gloved hand. Plain. It would work. Another's scrambling hand made for it, showing how it opened by pushing down a button on the side. He didn't get a chance to see who's hand it was, as he was urged forward, under and through the gate into the dome. Another's hand touched his face, caught back, and some sort of frown was directed at him, before the owner scampered off. Curious. All he saw was a flash of dirty robes.
He wasn't one to notice such things, however. He was inside the dome now, still looking curiously at the journal. It glowed blankly at him, displayed with a map above a small keyboard. Well, this would be useful. Then a gaze up, to actually look at the dome. At the 'sun'. Still creatures traveling the skies. Dragons with scales of flame, gryphons with feathers like blades.
This would be a most interesting journey.
Content: Entering the Vanaheim Gate.
Setting: Vanaheim.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None for the moment.
Such a beautiful thing. Simple, but complicated all the same.
Marluxia stood outside the Gate along with a host of others unlike him. Just one in a crowd. And they were all drawn into the city, like many moths to a flame. He couldn't say he wasn't also.
Such a morning to be intiated into the city. A winding snake of a line led from the entrance to around the gates, people idling and standing for their turn to enter the dome. Sun rise inside. A 'sun' slowly waking up, carrying along the city-dwellers on its tail. Hood over his face, he journeyed to the front of the line. Nevermind that glances were thrown his way, annoyed and confused. He wouldn't be one to wait.
As he was closer, he could see the Gate much clearer. A pair of trees - heavy with glistening fruits - branches reaching with brown fingers to curl into each other. A natural arc. The trees' branches entwined, the fruits the trees bore hanging like welcome signs, ushuring the waiting people into a new city, a new life.
Hm. Strange. It wasn't natural. As one approached it, walking under it's arc, you could see the strange glisten on the bark, the bright green leaves, the pale fruits. The angle of the light? No, the materials. These trees were glass, yet from afar they looked as real as the people who walked under them.
As he ignored the looks and gazed at the gate itself, a small box was shoved at him, followed by a question.
"What is your name?"
"Nobody." A shrug, looking at the black journal, turning it over in a gloved hand. Plain. It would work. Another's scrambling hand made for it, showing how it opened by pushing down a button on the side. He didn't get a chance to see who's hand it was, as he was urged forward, under and through the gate into the dome. Another's hand touched his face, caught back, and some sort of frown was directed at him, before the owner scampered off. Curious. All he saw was a flash of dirty robes.
He wasn't one to notice such things, however. He was inside the dome now, still looking curiously at the journal. It glowed blankly at him, displayed with a map above a small keyboard. Well, this would be useful. Then a gaze up, to actually look at the dome. At the 'sun'. Still creatures traveling the skies. Dragons with scales of flame, gryphons with feathers like blades.
This would be a most interesting journey.