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paixaorpg2011-07-22 02:19 pm
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And sometimes the things you least expect are the best things that happen to you... [Open]
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Content: Tidus discovers he's no longer on the islands anymore. Exploring is in short order.
Setting: Areas around Nilfheim gate (so Reaper's Ramen, O Pastor, Promenade Terrace; your choice!)
Time: Week 33 -> Late Afternoon
Warnings: ANNOYING CHILD ALERT.With a side of narcissism. Otherwise, I expect this to be pretty mild. 8D
He wasn't sure how he got there.
One moment, he was hauling himself off to sleep after a long day of him, Wakka, and the game. And next thing he knew, he was waking up in a field. A long, endless, boring field. A field was nothing like the islands. No ocean to swim and fish in, no sand to build forts with, no crabs to shove down people's pants. Which he, of course, never attempted that. ...Ever. Certainly. However different and distasteful the field would usually be in Tidus' perspective though, there was just one thing that weighed a just a little more on his mind.
And that might have been how in the worlds had he gotten there in the first place? And seeing the gate not far off from him, seeing that as probably the only hub of civilization for miles, it didn't take long for him to make up his mind; he'd probably get answers there. And certainly enough, he... got very little. But the journals were free? Alright! He gladly took one.. only to realize that a technologically nearly inept him and something like it just didn't mix. Tidus was all about the play islands and the games he involved himself in, after all. So, that journal quickly took a backseat to the matter of the city itself and Tidus had found himself meandering about, exploricating and talking to the folk. Trying to figure out just what kinda place he had ended up at- an exciting prospect! An adventure, in fact! At least at first. But with little answers, things were getting old fast. ...At least they would be if he wasn't so distracted by the city itself.
"Whoa! This place is so cool!" Someone might hear him shout. Loudly. Paying no mind to the people who stare or the people who upturn their noses his direction.
(ooc: Finally! Sorry for the late intro. Camp killed me. 8D;)
blitzdream and paixaorpgContent: Tidus discovers he's no longer on the islands anymore. Exploring is in short order.
Setting: Areas around Nilfheim gate (so Reaper's Ramen, O Pastor, Promenade Terrace; your choice!)
Time: Week 33 -> Late Afternoon
Warnings: ANNOYING CHILD ALERT.
He wasn't sure how he got there.
One moment, he was hauling himself off to sleep after a long day of him, Wakka, and the game. And next thing he knew, he was waking up in a field. A long, endless, boring field. A field was nothing like the islands. No ocean to swim and fish in, no sand to build forts with, no crabs to shove down people's pants. Which he, of course, never attempted that. ...Ever. Certainly. However different and distasteful the field would usually be in Tidus' perspective though, there was just one thing that weighed a just a little more on his mind.
And that might have been how in the worlds had he gotten there in the first place? And seeing the gate not far off from him, seeing that as probably the only hub of civilization for miles, it didn't take long for him to make up his mind; he'd probably get answers there. And certainly enough, he... got very little. But the journals were free? Alright! He gladly took one.. only to realize that a technologically nearly inept him and something like it just didn't mix. Tidus was all about the play islands and the games he involved himself in, after all. So, that journal quickly took a backseat to the matter of the city itself and Tidus had found himself meandering about, exploricating and talking to the folk. Trying to figure out just what kinda place he had ended up at- an exciting prospect! An adventure, in fact! At least at first. But with little answers, things were getting old fast. ...At least they would be if he wasn't so distracted by the city itself.
"Whoa! This place is so cool!" Someone might hear him shout. Loudly. Paying no mind to the people who stare or the people who upturn their noses his direction.
(ooc: Finally! Sorry for the late intro. Camp killed me. 8D;)