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paixaorpg2006-03-29 02:34 am
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Through the changing door and into worlds unknown. [SOLO/COMPLETE]
Character(s): Howl.
Content: A wizard arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [M3].
Time: Friday very early morning, just after midnight.
Warnings: None.
The sensation of his foot twitching on it's own volition roused him from his stupor where he lay. He felt the feel of cool ground against his cheek, the sting of what could possibly be a cut, and vaguely wondered if he'd finally overdone it this time and hadn't realized it until just now.
Howl sat up with a soft hiss and ran a hand through his cropped and tousled blond hair. The top of his head was a little tender from something or another that had probably collided with the flesh of his scalp. Memory seemed to fail him for now though, and for a moment he paused in breath, his muscles tight and tense as a hard knot until he calmed himself and sighed, expelling long-held breath. The wizard processed his last memory -- flight, chilled night air and incoming hack wizards after his hide.
With another sigh he stared blankly at his feet, only to have his brows knot together in a frown as concern overwhelmed him.
His pants were torn at one knee and that made him frown deeply. The fabric was particularly expensive and hard to come by. A tear was unacceptable.
"Name?" A rather constipated sounding voice asked from right behind him, derailing his train of thought. The wizard glanced over his shoulder and up, only to see a man looking down at him with a somewhat sleepy expression on his face.
"Name?" The voice came again, this time accompanied by a yawn.
With a soft 'tch', the youth pulled himself to his feet, twisting his head this way and that to get the kinks out. "Pendragon," he muttered the name offhandedly, thinking it safe to use that particular alias here... wherever here was. "Is there a proble--"
A flat device of sorts cast from metal was set promptly in his hands and Howl could only blink at it for a few seconds as he wondered what in blazes it was for. When he looked up again the man was now walking away, and though he might have given the man a piece of his mind, Howl's attention was immediately directed elsewhere -- particularly to a gate so tall, that the golden flames that were etched onto it gave off the impression that it was a castle on fire.
"Where... in the world...?" Howl murmured softly, his feet moving forward while his eyes remained transfixed on the intricate carvings. He had always been drawn to beauty and art. This was no different.
"Muspelheim, sir. If you'll just head in, welcome to Paixao."
He didn't even bother to glance once to the man as he lingered awhile longer before the gate, utterly fascinated by the crystalline quality. About four heartbeats later, he stepped through the gates and into the place beyond them, the information storing itself away at the back of his mind for further consultation at a later date.
It was cold. And getting colder, the wizardmused, as he glanced skyward once. He must've been walking for about five minutes before he realized that the only sound there was in the streets were his own footfalls. Now that he'd stopped, the death-like silence proved to be more unnerving than the darkness itself. The feeling of detachment and removal from the current situation... it was not a pleasant feeling at all.
Where in hell's name am I? Howl glanced around, blue eyes wide and deeply concerned.
Content: A wizard arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [M3].
Time: Friday very early morning, just after midnight.
Warnings: None.
The sensation of his foot twitching on it's own volition roused him from his stupor where he lay. He felt the feel of cool ground against his cheek, the sting of what could possibly be a cut, and vaguely wondered if he'd finally overdone it this time and hadn't realized it until just now.
Howl sat up with a soft hiss and ran a hand through his cropped and tousled blond hair. The top of his head was a little tender from something or another that had probably collided with the flesh of his scalp. Memory seemed to fail him for now though, and for a moment he paused in breath, his muscles tight and tense as a hard knot until he calmed himself and sighed, expelling long-held breath. The wizard processed his last memory -- flight, chilled night air and incoming hack wizards after his hide.
With another sigh he stared blankly at his feet, only to have his brows knot together in a frown as concern overwhelmed him.
His pants were torn at one knee and that made him frown deeply. The fabric was particularly expensive and hard to come by. A tear was unacceptable.
"Name?" A rather constipated sounding voice asked from right behind him, derailing his train of thought. The wizard glanced over his shoulder and up, only to see a man looking down at him with a somewhat sleepy expression on his face.
"Name?" The voice came again, this time accompanied by a yawn.
With a soft 'tch', the youth pulled himself to his feet, twisting his head this way and that to get the kinks out. "Pendragon," he muttered the name offhandedly, thinking it safe to use that particular alias here... wherever here was. "Is there a proble--"
A flat device of sorts cast from metal was set promptly in his hands and Howl could only blink at it for a few seconds as he wondered what in blazes it was for. When he looked up again the man was now walking away, and though he might have given the man a piece of his mind, Howl's attention was immediately directed elsewhere -- particularly to a gate so tall, that the golden flames that were etched onto it gave off the impression that it was a castle on fire.
"Where... in the world...?" Howl murmured softly, his feet moving forward while his eyes remained transfixed on the intricate carvings. He had always been drawn to beauty and art. This was no different.
"Muspelheim, sir. If you'll just head in, welcome to Paixao."
He didn't even bother to glance once to the man as he lingered awhile longer before the gate, utterly fascinated by the crystalline quality. About four heartbeats later, he stepped through the gates and into the place beyond them, the information storing itself away at the back of his mind for further consultation at a later date.
It was cold. And getting colder, the wizardmused, as he glanced skyward once. He must've been walking for about five minutes before he realized that the only sound there was in the streets were his own footfalls. Now that he'd stopped, the death-like silence proved to be more unnerving than the darkness itself. The feeling of detachment and removal from the current situation... it was not a pleasant feeling at all.
Where in hell's name am I? Howl glanced around, blue eyes wide and deeply concerned.