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paixaorpg2011-12-14 07:38 pm
foramelody) wrote in paixaorpg2011-12-14 07:38 pm
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All who wander may not be lost (But Austria probably is) (Active//Closed)
Character(s): Roderich and Alice
Content: Two visitors run into each other in Paixao and find something in common.
Setting: City of Paixao, somewhere (Yeah, I'm specific)
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None, I think.
The conversation with the gentleman, Iroh, had been very enlightening on his situation, although it didn't make him any more comfortable. This place was strange, and if he was understanding correctly, outside the city walls was even stranger. Of course, he wasn't exactly enthused about being stared at by the strange blonde people (really, it was unnerving, although he wouldn't show it. One must always keep appearances.)
He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, looking around as he walked. He knew he would get lost sooner or later, and at least knowing some of his surroundings might help him later. There seemed to have been a snowstorm, somehow, before he arrived, although it had tapered off. Snow still surrounded the streets, coming up to his knees in places, his thoughts wandered as his body did in this strange place.
Ironic, this. He thought. It is almost Weihnachten in Wien...I wonder what the citizens are doing...
Content: Two visitors run into each other in Paixao and find something in common.
Setting: City of Paixao, somewhere (Yeah, I'm specific)
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None, I think.
The conversation with the gentleman, Iroh, had been very enlightening on his situation, although it didn't make him any more comfortable. This place was strange, and if he was understanding correctly, outside the city walls was even stranger. Of course, he wasn't exactly enthused about being stared at by the strange blonde people (really, it was unnerving, although he wouldn't show it. One must always keep appearances.)
He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, looking around as he walked. He knew he would get lost sooner or later, and at least knowing some of his surroundings might help him later. There seemed to have been a snowstorm, somehow, before he arrived, although it had tapered off. Snow still surrounded the streets, coming up to his knees in places, his thoughts wandered as his body did in this strange place.
Ironic, this. He thought. It is almost Weihnachten in Wien...I wonder what the citizens are doing...
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Perhaps it was the nightmares, the dreams of fire and dragons with buck teeth. But she'd defeated the Jabberwocky, hadn't she? Why was she being so terribly troubled by it now?