Snowshoes would be really nice right about now. [active/open]

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Character(s): Zelos, anyone else?
Content: Zelos tries to make his way to somewhere to stay
Setting: Not too far from Muspelheim
Time: Early evening--getting close to sunset
Warnings: Females beware.

What a place... Really, there wasn't too much more that could be said. Nothing that could quite capture the weirdness he'd just been dumped into, anyway. Trapped in a giant snowglobe filled with monsters headed by a mysterious organization that may or may not be in a giant castle. The last part he still didn't really believe, to be honest. Helpful as the guy who gave him that information was trying to be, Zelos couldn't help but think he might have had a screw or two (or three.. or four) loose up there.

At least the view was shaping up to be pretty good, and anything that wasn't "home sweet home" right now was even better. Or at least it should have. Saved him a lot of trouble in deciding what he was going to do, didn't it? And yet leaving when he did... It just didn't settle well with him for some reason.

A little too late to start developing a conscience, isn't it? a distant voice in the back of his head mocked. Zelos scowled, forcing it away as he slowly shuffled his way through the snow.

He'd tried to avoid going inside for as long as he could, earning him impatient glares from the people behind him, especially when he decided to stand just outside the gate and start going through the journals. Between replies Zelos had attempted to work his charms on some of the pretty blondes to try and calm the air a bit, but they didn't seem to be having any of it. Which was... weird. A lot of women here seemed to be having that reaction. And what was even weirder was... he kind of liked it that way.

"The cold must be getting to me," he grumbled under his breath, his frown becoming a bit more comical as he tried to scoop some of the snow out of his path. It wasn't helping.

Zelos glared back at the gate, not far from which a Zelos-shaped hole in the snow lay from when the guards finally got tired of the Chosen's loitering and just tossed him in.

Comments

[vorpalrising]

"I think someone already has," commented Alice, who'd heard whispers of an Organization, not to mention the fact that she'd seen the mess of City Hall. Frankly, those thorns reminded her a little too much of Queensland, and once again she wondered if she hadn't simply completely lost her mind after all and was merely hallucinating all of this. It seemed likely, at least.

At the compliment, she merely shrugged. "Get out of here, for starters. The guards won't allow it." Not that she really wanted to leave the city without having time to get used to it, but having the option would be nice.