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paixaorpg2011-06-06 01:42 pm
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Of All the Wormholes in All the World...[Completed]
Character(s): Megara, Jecht
Content: Megara stumbled into one of Zim's wormholes and ends up in the place she's wanted to be all along.
Setting: Starting at the Cheap Prayer, ending up at Vocea Condominiums.
Time: Week 32, mid-day
Warnings: None
It was the waiting that really got to her. Meg knew Hades was floating somewhere around in the shadows, watching and plotting. He was hardly omnipresent, but he was still a god and the gods had ways of knowing things. Despite all her best intentions, she'd revealed the occasional glimmer of weakness towards Jecht. She was sure Hades had noticed. And if he hadn't, if he'd been preoccupied, that just gave her a reason to stick to her guns. She hadn't been found out yet.
She sat on her little narrow bed in the room she'd rented, watching the light of the city's false sun slant in from the window. Everyone was so stupid in this city, charging out to meet their deaths for half-remembered principles or ideals. Forming attachments in this place was like trying to hold on to a flame. Sooner or later, you'd end up with nothing in your hands but burns.
Standing up from the bed, Megara sighed. She needed something to occupy her time, something to distract her as she waited for Hades to contact her. Brooding alone in her room wouldn't do anything but make her feel worse. So she stomped over to her door and flung it open with exasperation --
--and fell into a tunnel of light. She was too surprised to do anything but let momentum carry her through it, screaming all the way. Squeezing her eyes shut, she connected with something warm and solid. "Oof!"
Content: Megara stumbled into one of Zim's wormholes and ends up in the place she's wanted to be all along.
Setting: Starting at the Cheap Prayer, ending up at Vocea Condominiums.
Time: Week 32, mid-day
Warnings: None
It was the waiting that really got to her. Meg knew Hades was floating somewhere around in the shadows, watching and plotting. He was hardly omnipresent, but he was still a god and the gods had ways of knowing things. Despite all her best intentions, she'd revealed the occasional glimmer of weakness towards Jecht. She was sure Hades had noticed. And if he hadn't, if he'd been preoccupied, that just gave her a reason to stick to her guns. She hadn't been found out yet.
She sat on her little narrow bed in the room she'd rented, watching the light of the city's false sun slant in from the window. Everyone was so stupid in this city, charging out to meet their deaths for half-remembered principles or ideals. Forming attachments in this place was like trying to hold on to a flame. Sooner or later, you'd end up with nothing in your hands but burns.
Standing up from the bed, Megara sighed. She needed something to occupy her time, something to distract her as she waited for Hades to contact her. Brooding alone in her room wouldn't do anything but make her feel worse. So she stomped over to her door and flung it open with exasperation --
--and fell into a tunnel of light. She was too surprised to do anything but let momentum carry her through it, screaming all the way. Squeezing her eyes shut, she connected with something warm and solid. "Oof!"
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He dipped a piece of bread in the grease and turned around to face her, leaning his weight on the counter by the stove as he munched on the appetizer he'd made himself. Unfortunately, he was too busy basking in the moment of her sitting there, sharing his thoughts with him -- that he didn't seem to realize how out of character it seemed at the time. It just felt... natural, to be here. Having a conversation like this.
"But the way I see it is... If it was my place, where I'd spent time with the people who matter, an' we'd made happy memories... Then I'd want someone else to get that chance, too. Even if it's in my abandoned place like this... it'd just be goin' to waste, anyway. I think... I'd want someone to take it over. Know that the happy memories didn't just end there." He paused, then, as though he realized how -- sappy he was starting to sound, clearned his throat, turning back to his project. "But uh. I mean... that's just what I think."