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paixaorpg2006-03-21 12:04 am
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Midnight Stroll [open!]
Character(s): Isaac and whoever wants to join him :D
Content: Isaac gets twitchy and talking to himself
Setting: Muspelheim (probably waddling near Ecos na Catedral).
Time: Very late Friday evening
Warnings: None?
Since meeting that strange dark-skinned man Isaac had spent a lot of his time loitering in alleys and sleeping away days and evenings in the darkest corners he could find. But after this disgusting little hibernation he had finally woken up from the shock of his new glassy prison, this Paixao, and was in desperate need of entertainment. The pale faced ghosts that resided here were beginning to tickle at his sanity and he felt the cogs of madness begin to crunch and turn in his dusty old brain. It was too much for the redhead to take... Those hollow, translucent eyes glued to his lanky body like light blue tar and their quiet whispers... Ohh, they were enough to drive a perfectly mad person even more mad!
Isaac stood up out of his little hovel of dust and stale air he had been cultivating in the alleyway and stepped out into the open air of one of the main streets. Stretching his gangly arms about his head he took in a slow, raspy, breath (sucking in his stomach to show off a gaunt, bony figure) "Ahhhh~ Hector..." he said to the sky "How many moons have waxed and waned since our last meeting?" the redhead mused to himself. "Why, it feels like only the other day we were carving Rosely's name in a tombstone and now look, I've found myself in another city full of ghosts and liars." Oh yes, he hadn't forgotten the lies he'd been told when he first came here, confused and vulnerable -people claiming this land was Hell, claiming they had seen Master, all dirty liars... Isaac would have to punish them if he came across them again. "They say this land is Hell, Hector!" he screeched loudly with a slight giggle "Hehe... but... How can that possibly be true, for you know as well as I that if this were hell then you would have to be here alongside me!! Iyaaahahaaa!"
Some time passed and Isaac began to walk, he didn't travel in a specific direction, he was simply idly sauntering along until he came across of note. Occasionally he would comment to himself or snap at a random passer by. Telling the that "If you don't keep those eyes to yourself, then I'll have them!!" As per usual, he was making a spectacle of himself...
Content: Isaac gets twitchy and talking to himself
Setting: Muspelheim (probably waddling near Ecos na Catedral).
Time: Very late Friday evening
Warnings: None?
Since meeting that strange dark-skinned man Isaac had spent a lot of his time loitering in alleys and sleeping away days and evenings in the darkest corners he could find. But after this disgusting little hibernation he had finally woken up from the shock of his new glassy prison, this Paixao, and was in desperate need of entertainment. The pale faced ghosts that resided here were beginning to tickle at his sanity and he felt the cogs of madness begin to crunch and turn in his dusty old brain. It was too much for the redhead to take... Those hollow, translucent eyes glued to his lanky body like light blue tar and their quiet whispers... Ohh, they were enough to drive a perfectly mad person even more mad!
Isaac stood up out of his little hovel of dust and stale air he had been cultivating in the alleyway and stepped out into the open air of one of the main streets. Stretching his gangly arms about his head he took in a slow, raspy, breath (sucking in his stomach to show off a gaunt, bony figure) "Ahhhh~ Hector..." he said to the sky "How many moons have waxed and waned since our last meeting?" the redhead mused to himself. "Why, it feels like only the other day we were carving Rosely's name in a tombstone and now look, I've found myself in another city full of ghosts and liars." Oh yes, he hadn't forgotten the lies he'd been told when he first came here, confused and vulnerable -people claiming this land was Hell, claiming they had seen Master, all dirty liars... Isaac would have to punish them if he came across them again. "They say this land is Hell, Hector!" he screeched loudly with a slight giggle "Hehe... but... How can that possibly be true, for you know as well as I that if this were hell then you would have to be here alongside me!! Iyaaahahaaa!"
Some time passed and Isaac began to walk, he didn't travel in a specific direction, he was simply idly sauntering along until he came across of note. Occasionally he would comment to himself or snap at a random passer by. Telling the that "If you don't keep those eyes to yourself, then I'll have them!!" As per usual, he was making a spectacle of himself...
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Not able to find any Soft in her possession, she sighs in frustration and lets her pouch sink onto the dirt ground. She cannot find a way to cure him without Soft as she has not yet learned healing magic. She cannot leave him petrified here, however, as people might hurt him. Yet when did she care whether this man who almost killed her gets hurt or not?
Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, a vial of Remedy peeks from among her other belongings. She truly is getting out of her mind for even thinking that she would use that precious vial of Remedy to heal this man she has just met. She only has one in her inventory, it costs 22400 gils and she could probably sell it for a very high price somewhere in case money gets scarce.
Taking the vial from her pouch, she looks at it longingly for a moment then lifts her head up to look at Isaac's face. She had thought of him as deranged and so the thought of him being beautiful never exactly crossed her mind. Blushing at how she is thinking of such things when she is already married, she shakes her head and smiles rather dryly.
She uncorks the vial and ponders for a moment; about how this is probably the only moment when she can step close to Isaac without the fear of him hurting her. Reaching out her hand again, she traces his jawline slowly and stops when her fingers reach his chin. He is probably older than her, but it is strange how he looks so peaceful and child-like this way. Perhaps, it is because the bitterness and anger she could see in his eyes when they are not petrified are not visible.
Chuckling to herself at how strange she is starting to get, she shakes her head and holds up the bottle under his nose; knowing that he can still smell and hear her. "I'm sorry that I petrified you, that I broke my promise of not hurting you, but I hope that this would be enough for an apology; it's a Remedy, I will heal you with this."
Then slowly, she stands on her tiptoes and hovers the vial above his head. Tipping it forward slowly and pouring all its content over Isaac as the liquid seems to wash away the greyness of his skin.
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As the liquid trickled down his body the areas it touched first were the bits that returned to their normal state the quickest. His hair soon became that vibrant red again, his tattoos stood out against pale skin, his lips turned back to that light pink and his pupils that endless black. As soon as his mouth, throat and lungs had returned to normal he gasped desperately for air. He felt as though he had been kept underwater the entire time and his body needed air badly.
Because he was being changed from head to toe, when his feet finally returned to normal he lost his balance quite badly and stumbled to the side, grasping onto the wall. Still gasping for air.
He didn't look at her, in all honesty he was scared of this woman now, he had no idea that she knew such power! It was frightening! Even though she had cured him, Isaac couldn't help but feel paranoid that she'd do something else, despite what she had just said.