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paixaorpg2011-05-26 09:00 pm
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Exploration and Classy Dining [Active, Open]
Character(s): Naesala and anyone else who’d be out and about
Content: Talking to some others from different worlds while taking the time to make use of his journal has been fun, but hey—a bird’s got to eat, right? On the way, he spots an opportunity to snag some treasure...
Setting: Somewhere outside within Paixao
Time: Backdating to Week 30, in the afternoon
Warnings: Possibly of the air of arrogance or prickliness about him.
The journal device was tucked into a side pocket of Naesala’s dark overcoat as he flew on to see more of this spacious city. The first priority, on top of other priorities, was to find a meal suitable enough to satisfy his empty stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything for quite some time, not since the last place he perched before having to lead his bird tribe over Begnion’s ocean back to Kilvas. Ravens usually weren’t migratory birds. That long journey to make after Tellius’s latest struggles was nothing typical for these laguz.
In order for Naesala to make it back to his enriched abode of a castle, he’d have to keep up his strength. Obviously.
In looking upon the map on the journal screen, he knew how to locate the nearest Café Eresat. He was flying in a northwest direction, looking down at the ground. Lo and behold, what did he see? In the middle of each artificial bush within a cluster were different colored gems—gold, emerald green, blue, orange, silver, and ruby. As far as he was concerned, they were all his for the taking. He considered this an opportunity to do before getting any brunch.
Some of those blonde humans began to approach. Neasala didn’t have to do much to make them scatter. My, my, such skiddish creatures, thought the raven. Flapping his widespread and large black wings, a natural movement before planting both booted feet on the ground, had started the four young adults. Upon landing, he off-handedly brushed back some of his blue hair before watching them flee out of sight. The sun glossed wings tucked themselves behind his back as he chuckled in amusement.
Well, now that he had this little area to himself, he began to pick off the gems one by one. These wouldn’t be much to place, among the rest of his loot back home—but a start was a start.
Content: Talking to some others from different worlds while taking the time to make use of his journal has been fun, but hey—a bird’s got to eat, right? On the way, he spots an opportunity to snag some treasure...
Setting: Somewhere outside within Paixao
Time: Backdating to Week 30, in the afternoon
Warnings: Possibly of the air of arrogance or prickliness about him.
The journal device was tucked into a side pocket of Naesala’s dark overcoat as he flew on to see more of this spacious city. The first priority, on top of other priorities, was to find a meal suitable enough to satisfy his empty stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything for quite some time, not since the last place he perched before having to lead his bird tribe over Begnion’s ocean back to Kilvas. Ravens usually weren’t migratory birds. That long journey to make after Tellius’s latest struggles was nothing typical for these laguz.
In order for Naesala to make it back to his enriched abode of a castle, he’d have to keep up his strength. Obviously.
In looking upon the map on the journal screen, he knew how to locate the nearest Café Eresat. He was flying in a northwest direction, looking down at the ground. Lo and behold, what did he see? In the middle of each artificial bush within a cluster were different colored gems—gold, emerald green, blue, orange, silver, and ruby. As far as he was concerned, they were all his for the taking. He considered this an opportunity to do before getting any brunch.
Some of those blonde humans began to approach. Neasala didn’t have to do much to make them scatter. My, my, such skiddish creatures, thought the raven. Flapping his widespread and large black wings, a natural movement before planting both booted feet on the ground, had started the four young adults. Upon landing, he off-handedly brushed back some of his blue hair before watching them flee out of sight. The sun glossed wings tucked themselves behind his back as he chuckled in amusement.
Well, now that he had this little area to himself, he began to pick off the gems one by one. These wouldn’t be much to place, among the rest of his loot back home—but a start was a start.
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Naesala would rather have all their gold and treasure than their touch. Vanille wasn't at all appalled by him--not recoiling in fear or scoffing at him in disgust, to which was surprising. But he didn't show it. He observed, taking in Vanille's overall appearance and saw that some of the jewelry she wore looked interesting.
Naesala then grinned (in the least intimidating way) and resumed eye contact. He almost chortled at her cheery disposition. "I come from a world where laguz and beorc strive to live in coexistence..." He almost never used the most respectful term towards humans. "Some laguz tend to refrain to call your kind human, for it would be insulting for them to call us sub-human. There has been discrimination, violence, and terror among all nations in Tellius," he explained. "With that said, you must pardon my distance. You're about the friendliest Walker I've seen in a while though... In my own viewpoint, this isn't what I consider normal."
He already considered that this girl may be very helpful. "Would you mind escorting me to the nearest Cafe Eresat, Miss Vanille? I'm still new here, flying and arriving all too soon two days ago."
Addressing her politely was all a part of the charm to play nice. Naesala slightly shook his head in amusement as he continued, "Had I known it would be a tight fit to fly in through one of those gates, I would have avoided banging my wing against the door."