http://necrofonic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] necrofonic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-07-20 09:45 am

Free from the Score [Completed]

Character(s): Jade Curtiss, Open
Content: A new player arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Week 33, dawn
Warnings: None.

Jade was not a fan of surprises. Very little in the world managed to throw him off his guard and he made a point to prepare himself for any situation he might find himself in. But as he stood before the strange gate before him, he realized his own miscalculations. How could you prepare yourself for this?

The last thing he recalled, he was at Emperor Peony's side in Malkuth, listening to some report on something very uninteresting. The next, he was waking up under a dark sky tinged pink with the rising dawn, cushioned by grass, the sound of waves distant on the wind. Before him rose what had to be a city, though the domed caps that rose up made it seem more like a gargantuan castle. The gate he now stared up at gave him even less answers -- two impossibly large trees, heavy with fake fruit.

He adjusted his glasses and strode forth in determination. The only thing to do now was to get answers and solve this mystery. As he passed under the gate, he saw a line of blonde-haired people awaiting entry. It would hardly do to make a scene this early on, so he lined up as well, red eyes scanning over his surroundings with careful scrutiny.

A less patient man might have shoved his way to the front of the line, but Jade was nothing if not careful. His turn at the gatekeeper proved as mysterious as everything else. A small device and pamphlet shoved into his hands after he stated his name and rank were interesting, but not the answers he'd hoped for. In fact, it seemed as if this place was conspiring to keep him guessing.

Entering the city, he flipped through the pamphlet briefly before examining the device.
ext_1010259: (I have a doctorate in silly walks)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-07-30 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor paced, for lack of a better word, through the city, restless and not feeling up to doing anything that was much worth doing. He'd annoyed the security guards at the museum with a thoroughly insensitive critiquing of all the artwork in the damned building; he'd stalked the library at the academy, muttering until the librarian gave him a stern glance over her glasses that made him stalk right back out, still muttering (albeit like a properly-chastised schoolboy). And finally, he came to the conclusion that all this would get him nowhere.

Really, there was only one thing to do: socialize. And so he did, walking right up to the very first person he saw who wasn't a bloody citizen - a stern-looking young man with glasses. "Hello, there!"