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paixaorpg2012-01-06 11:56 pm
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Basement-Child vs Crowds, GO! [Open/Active]
Character(s): Flandre Scarlet, Anyone
Content: Flan arrives in Paixao...and promptly freaks out.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: early night
Warnings: Explosions, social-fail and possibly tl;dr
Why was she outside? Flandre thought to herself. She'd never been allowed outside of the basement before, and even on her few trips outside she didn't remember Gensokyo looking so...un-forest-like. Not only that, but there were humans just in front of her, standing in some sort of line.
...Humans. NOT youkai! Not fairies, or kappas, or demons, or even ghosts! Humans! ..How long had it been since she'd seen a human other than her maid, Sakuya? .....How long had it been since she'd seen more that literally two people at a time?
After another moment of thought, she decided it honestly didn't matter.
Wasting no more time, Flandre stepped towards the line, pulling at a woman's skirt insistently. "Hey! Tell me where the mansion went! And-- and why are there so many humans here?" She asked, a note of distaste at the last part of her question. The woman scoffed down at her, yanking her skirt out of her grip and staring pointedly ahead of her.
"I wanna know where my big sister went!" She snapped petulantly, stomping her foot for good measure. The woman ignored her. Lifting off the ground, Flandre was able to see some sort of-- place-- ahead. And while it obviously wasn't Scarlet Devil Mansion, or even anywhere in Gensokyo(At least, she assumed it wasn't), it seemed a good a place as any to start getting to the bottom of this bizarre... Everything.
The line of people only parted as Flandre shoved through them, gasping their indignance as her wing crystals and feet knocked into them roughly without a thought or concern. Just as she approached the entrance, she stopped, pulling back and tripping some of the humans over in the process. Above her a strange painted moon glided softly across the...roof?!
A hard squint into the distance confirmed that it was indeed a roof, one that spanned farther than what she could make out from the entrance.
Curiosity now seized, she floated up and placed her small hand on the moon's surface. THe material feeling cool and smooth under her fingers. She wondered, briefly, if she could break it from the ceiling entirely? To take the beautiful, tiny moon for herself?
Fortunately, the sounds of the people before recaptured her attention a moment later. Flandre's eyes flicked downwards and scanned the tops of the human heads, searching for anything, anyone familiar.
No. Remilia wasn't here. Just....Humans.
A small twinge of dread shot through her then. What if she couldn't find her sister? What if she was lost?
Flandre flew quickly back to the ground, glancing around her anxiously. This was ridiculous! Remilia HAD to be here; she was ALWAYS somewhere Flandre could find her. It wasn't a big deal. There were just buildings and humans in the way was all, blocking her path to her sister. All she had to do was obliterate the place to ashes and then she'd find Remilia easily. It would be simple.
However, even as the burning crackle of destructive magic began to charge in her hands, her line of thought was again interrupted.
"Hey!" A voice shouted from the gate, a man at the desk there waving a little shiny box at her. The magic quickly dissipated from her palms as Flandre flew back over to investigate.
"What is it?" she asked the man, taking the box and looking it over. The thing was certainly as odd as everything else here.
The man rolled his eyes, ignoring her question, "Name?"
A note of irritation crept into her voice, "Shouldn't you give me yours before I give you mine?" Flandre shot back, making it no secret she found him very rude. After it seemed obvious that the beginnings of a staring contest were unfolding the man frowned and gestured at the waiting people in line.
"I don't have all night. Name?"
She scoffed, glaring into his blues eyes then grudgingly bit out, "Flandre Scarlet. Younger sister of Remilia Scarlet... Now where is our Mansion?!"
Her only reply was a pamphlet shoved towards her and a waving gesture for her to move along. Now that was very rude! With a growl, Flandre sent a single bullet of magic down into the tiled floor, red energy burning a good sized hole in front of the gate.
Needless to say, the humans were terrified, seeming to let out a collective gasp before dart in every direction away from her.
It was just about then that it occurred to Flandre exactly how MANY humans there were in this domed place. Before she had only noticed the ones standing in line, and the few strolling down the street to the various buildings in the walls. But after the sound of her blast, she heard quite a bit more gasping and anxious movements than what she'd ever heard at one time. Probably in her entire life as well. This really was the first time she'd been out of the basement in awhile.
She jerked around, seeing many eyes trained in on her and her alone. At the moment two more things occurred to Flandre. One: that she couldn't stand another second of these countless, wide-eyed creatures. And two: that she had just realized she was missing her wand, Lævateinn; meaning that she was completely unable to produce enough magic to level the awful place.
Her discomfort turning into something not far from fear, Flandre shot up into the air, eyes glowing a bright shade of red. With a parting, vicious hiss, she crashed pasted the line at the gate and out into the crisp night sky.
Content: Flan arrives in Paixao...and promptly freaks out.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: early night
Warnings: Explosions, social-fail and possibly tl;dr
Why was she outside? Flandre thought to herself. She'd never been allowed outside of the basement before, and even on her few trips outside she didn't remember Gensokyo looking so...un-forest-like. Not only that, but there were humans just in front of her, standing in some sort of line.
...Humans. NOT youkai! Not fairies, or kappas, or demons, or even ghosts! Humans! ..How long had it been since she'd seen a human other than her maid, Sakuya? .....How long had it been since she'd seen more that literally two people at a time?
After another moment of thought, she decided it honestly didn't matter.
Wasting no more time, Flandre stepped towards the line, pulling at a woman's skirt insistently. "Hey! Tell me where the mansion went! And-- and why are there so many humans here?" She asked, a note of distaste at the last part of her question. The woman scoffed down at her, yanking her skirt out of her grip and staring pointedly ahead of her.
"I wanna know where my big sister went!" She snapped petulantly, stomping her foot for good measure. The woman ignored her. Lifting off the ground, Flandre was able to see some sort of-- place-- ahead. And while it obviously wasn't Scarlet Devil Mansion, or even anywhere in Gensokyo(At least, she assumed it wasn't), it seemed a good a place as any to start getting to the bottom of this bizarre... Everything.
The line of people only parted as Flandre shoved through them, gasping their indignance as her wing crystals and feet knocked into them roughly without a thought or concern. Just as she approached the entrance, she stopped, pulling back and tripping some of the humans over in the process. Above her a strange painted moon glided softly across the...roof?!
A hard squint into the distance confirmed that it was indeed a roof, one that spanned farther than what she could make out from the entrance.
Curiosity now seized, she floated up and placed her small hand on the moon's surface. THe material feeling cool and smooth under her fingers. She wondered, briefly, if she could break it from the ceiling entirely? To take the beautiful, tiny moon for herself?
Fortunately, the sounds of the people before recaptured her attention a moment later. Flandre's eyes flicked downwards and scanned the tops of the human heads, searching for anything, anyone familiar.
No. Remilia wasn't here. Just....Humans.
A small twinge of dread shot through her then. What if she couldn't find her sister? What if she was lost?
Flandre flew quickly back to the ground, glancing around her anxiously. This was ridiculous! Remilia HAD to be here; she was ALWAYS somewhere Flandre could find her. It wasn't a big deal. There were just buildings and humans in the way was all, blocking her path to her sister. All she had to do was obliterate the place to ashes and then she'd find Remilia easily. It would be simple.
However, even as the burning crackle of destructive magic began to charge in her hands, her line of thought was again interrupted.
"Hey!" A voice shouted from the gate, a man at the desk there waving a little shiny box at her. The magic quickly dissipated from her palms as Flandre flew back over to investigate.
"What is it?" she asked the man, taking the box and looking it over. The thing was certainly as odd as everything else here.
The man rolled his eyes, ignoring her question, "Name?"
A note of irritation crept into her voice, "Shouldn't you give me yours before I give you mine?" Flandre shot back, making it no secret she found him very rude. After it seemed obvious that the beginnings of a staring contest were unfolding the man frowned and gestured at the waiting people in line.
"I don't have all night. Name?"
She scoffed, glaring into his blues eyes then grudgingly bit out, "Flandre Scarlet. Younger sister of Remilia Scarlet... Now where is our Mansion?!"
Her only reply was a pamphlet shoved towards her and a waving gesture for her to move along. Now that was very rude! With a growl, Flandre sent a single bullet of magic down into the tiled floor, red energy burning a good sized hole in front of the gate.
Needless to say, the humans were terrified, seeming to let out a collective gasp before dart in every direction away from her.
It was just about then that it occurred to Flandre exactly how MANY humans there were in this domed place. Before she had only noticed the ones standing in line, and the few strolling down the street to the various buildings in the walls. But after the sound of her blast, she heard quite a bit more gasping and anxious movements than what she'd ever heard at one time. Probably in her entire life as well. This really was the first time she'd been out of the basement in awhile.
She jerked around, seeing many eyes trained in on her and her alone. At the moment two more things occurred to Flandre. One: that she couldn't stand another second of these countless, wide-eyed creatures. And two: that she had just realized she was missing her wand, Lævateinn; meaning that she was completely unable to produce enough magic to level the awful place.
Her discomfort turning into something not far from fear, Flandre shot up into the air, eyes glowing a bright shade of red. With a parting, vicious hiss, she crashed pasted the line at the gate and out into the crisp night sky.
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She gave him a curious look, doing a quick circle around him. "Hey... Roderich, can humans fly too? Sakuya never tells me about human villages, so I don't know anything about them except that they have a lot of blood." She asked, landing back down to mull the thought over.
"Oh! Sakuya is my maid." She smiled, realizing he probably didn't know who that was.