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paixaorpg2011-05-21 11:56 am
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A bump in the road, a hitch in my plan ♪ [Open/Active]
Character(s): Mint and the poor souls that stumble upon her, whoever they may be.
Content: Paixao has gained yet another ~*lovely*~ new arrival!
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Evening.
Warnings: ... well, it's Mint. So there's always the potential for some foul language and violence.
Mint stared at the pamphlet in her hand, then at the gate behind her.
Clearly, she had stepped into some bizarre alternate dimension. Or was having a really funky dream, whatever. The point was that she had never seen architecture or clothes like this before near East Heaven or Carona, and that she had no idea what the heck was going on. The dream theory sounded nice, the distinct lack of Maya rubbing in the 'ex-princess' thing and/or pumpkins was awesome, but there was also an appalling lack of her ruling the world. An incredibly appalling lack of her ruling the world. Mint did a quick review.
Clothes? Check.
Bag? Check.
Magic--Mint tugged at her knapsack, pleased to hear her dual haloes jingle behind her--check.
State of mind? Kind of groggy.
Last thing remembered? Stupid Valen.
After that? Stupid Maya.
... and that? Her clearly awesome influence on her little sister.
Oh, and them being teleported out of the fortress.
Mint paused, and stared back at the gate.
"Noooo!!" She shrieked, raking her fingers through her hair and shaking her head. "Don't tell me this is that stupid book's fault! I have plans! I can't do anything if I'm stuck in." Where was this again? Oh, who cares. "In whatever this place is!"
"Dang it!" Mint crushed the pamphlet in her fist and stomped angrily about. The fact that, all recent events considered, she was feeling surprisingly more well rested than she should have had yet to occur to her. Well, that wasn't exactly the top priority at the moment. "I bet she hit that book too hard! Ohhh!"
Content: Paixao has gained yet another ~*lovely*~ new arrival!
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Evening.
Warnings: ... well, it's Mint. So there's always the potential for some foul language and violence.
Mint stared at the pamphlet in her hand, then at the gate behind her.
Clearly, she had stepped into some bizarre alternate dimension. Or was having a really funky dream, whatever. The point was that she had never seen architecture or clothes like this before near East Heaven or Carona, and that she had no idea what the heck was going on. The dream theory sounded nice, the distinct lack of Maya rubbing in the 'ex-princess' thing and/or pumpkins was awesome, but there was also an appalling lack of her ruling the world. An incredibly appalling lack of her ruling the world. Mint did a quick review.
Clothes? Check.
Bag? Check.
Magic--Mint tugged at her knapsack, pleased to hear her dual haloes jingle behind her--check.
State of mind? Kind of groggy.
Last thing remembered? Stupid Valen.
After that? Stupid Maya.
... and that? Her clearly awesome influence on her little sister.
Oh, and them being teleported out of the fortress.
Mint paused, and stared back at the gate.
"Noooo!!" She shrieked, raking her fingers through her hair and shaking her head. "Don't tell me this is that stupid book's fault! I have plans! I can't do anything if I'm stuck in." Where was this again? Oh, who cares. "In whatever this place is!"
"Dang it!" Mint crushed the pamphlet in her fist and stomped angrily about. The fact that, all recent events considered, she was feeling surprisingly more well rested than she should have had yet to occur to her. Well, that wasn't exactly the top priority at the moment. "I bet she hit that book too hard! Ohhh!"
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However, this newest one didn't seem to know what exactly what it meant to act graciously in the presence of a new host. "Would you be so kind as to keep it down?" he sneered, "I can hardly hear myself think."