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paixaorpg2011-10-02 01:55 am
trademark_skull) wrote in paixaorpg2011-10-02 01:55 am
Vacancy [complete]
Character(s): Emizel, Etna anyone else
Content: Someone doesn't have anywhere to go yet (slight backdate to his first day)
Setting: Still someplace around Vanaheim
Time: Almost sundown
Warnings: None atm
Well so much for that. This journal was definitely more useful he expected. Considering he finally got more information he had been looking for, just that it wasn't the kind of stuff he hoped to hear. Especially all this talk about apparently being test subjects for whatever kinds of experiments this Organization was conducting. It was bad enough genetically engineered demons already existed much less that he might become one, for all he knew.
There was a sigh as Emizel shut the device off and closed it. He was hoping learning more about this Organization might ease him a bit knowing what he was up against. Instead it just made him even more concerned and worried how to get back home.
"What am I supposed to do now..?"
Suddenly, a snowflake landed on his nose. Oh well great, now it was beginning to snow too of all things. Well, cold never bothered him that much except... wait. Hold on.
Where exactly was he going to stay for the night? Somehow, this wasn't planned that far in advance.
"Hnn.." okay, let's just forget Organization and going home for now. If he's going to be trapped in this damn city, he's gonna need to get shelter somewhere.
Content: Someone doesn't have anywhere to go yet (slight backdate to his first day)
Setting: Still someplace around Vanaheim
Time: Almost sundown
Warnings: None atm
Well so much for that. This journal was definitely more useful he expected. Considering he finally got more information he had been looking for, just that it wasn't the kind of stuff he hoped to hear. Especially all this talk about apparently being test subjects for whatever kinds of experiments this Organization was conducting. It was bad enough genetically engineered demons already existed much less that he might become one, for all he knew.
There was a sigh as Emizel shut the device off and closed it. He was hoping learning more about this Organization might ease him a bit knowing what he was up against. Instead it just made him even more concerned and worried how to get back home.
"What am I supposed to do now..?"
Suddenly, a snowflake landed on his nose. Oh well great, now it was beginning to snow too of all things. Well, cold never bothered him that much except... wait. Hold on.
Where exactly was he going to stay for the night? Somehow, this wasn't planned that far in advance.
"Hnn.." okay, let's just forget Organization and going home for now. If he's going to be trapped in this damn city, he's gonna need to get shelter somewhere.
no subject
Etna proceeded to describe Laharl, with a joyous tone.
"The prince is a stuck-up brat with two blue antennas sticking somewhat like a cockroach. He's hard to miss." She loved to mock Laharl behind his back. He didn't fit her idealization of a fine overlord, because of that she was secretly planning to usurp the throne...
After saying this however,
a sudden realization struck her mind...
Etna remembered her last talk with the prince. He was behaving more and more like his father.
"Although lately he's been acting different..."