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paixaorpg2011-06-05 04:55 pm
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leave it for the morning in the afterlife. [ active / open ]
Character(s): Fang & OPEN.
Content: Arrival~
Setting: Vanaheim gate.
Time: Let's go for mid-morning on this one.
Warnings: Probably none.
"Right, well that's not much help," she shook her head, taking the object that was handed to her. How exactly she'd wound up in these new surroundings was beyond her as well. Last thing she knew they were traveling across Gran Pulse and then -- she woke up here, outside the large gate leading to the dome encasement.
Fang walked away from the 'welcoming booth' with s sigh, hands going to her hips as she took a look around. First waking up in enemy territory... now this place? She wasn't even sure if this was part of Cocoon, but it certainly wasn't Gran Pulse. The blonde haired natives didn't offer much in the way of information, either. Paixao, they'd called it... Damned if she'd ever heard of a place like that.
She frowned, and looked down at the object again, turning it around in her hands. "Wonder how this works..."
Content: Arrival~
Setting: Vanaheim gate.
Time: Let's go for mid-morning on this one.
Warnings: Probably none.
"Right, well that's not much help," she shook her head, taking the object that was handed to her. How exactly she'd wound up in these new surroundings was beyond her as well. Last thing she knew they were traveling across Gran Pulse and then -- she woke up here, outside the large gate leading to the dome encasement.
Fang walked away from the 'welcoming booth' with s sigh, hands going to her hips as she took a look around. First waking up in enemy territory... now this place? She wasn't even sure if this was part of Cocoon, but it certainly wasn't Gran Pulse. The blonde haired natives didn't offer much in the way of information, either. Paixao, they'd called it... Damned if she'd ever heard of a place like that.
She frowned, and looked down at the object again, turning it around in her hands. "Wonder how this works..."
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Out from the corner of her eye she watched Vanille's moves closely. It was good to see her smiling, and in relatively good spirits, but... something about it seemed off. Almost like there was something missing, but...
"Well," she crossed her arms, "not to sound ungrateful with the welcoming party an' all, but the exit sounds good to me. Doesn't seem like they're too keen on letting us out through there, eh?" she nodded back towards the gate she'd come in from, frowning.