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paixaorpg2006-04-03 07:09 am
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Wandering around. [COMPLETED]
Character(s): Howl and Xaldin.
Content: Howl gets off the train stop near Haja o Que Houver, and heads towards Carta Para Ti only to stop for a moment of brief contemplation. He meets another person wandering about this early on in the day -- they talk.
Setting: Getting off the train stop near Haja o Que Houver [F4], and then further on to somewhere near Carta Para Ti [E6].
Time: Friday early morning, near-dawn.
Warnings: None so far.
He stepped off, one hand holding his jacket in place like the cape he fancied it to be as the train continued on it's way behind him. He walked for a bit and looked around, music catching on his ears. He breathed in and out, looking for the source, only to have his eyes settle on words stating the name Haja o Que Houver. According to the little tool that had been given to him at Muspelheim, this was one of the hotels that were available in the immediate area. There was one more further off on the train route still, but he would give that one a look after he sated his curiosity of Carta Para Ti, the gypsy establishment not too far (he assumed) from where he was standing now.
The wizard began to walk, the steady click of his heels a familiar rhythm to his ears. Walking was one of those things that he enjoyed doing whenever he could -- it gave him the opportunity to look about, observe and perhaps, be observed himself. But he had chosen the train when it chugged along near the destroyed and deserted Ecos na Catedral, settling for it's comforts over his usual pasttime. Sitting upon cushioned chairs seemed so much more wise than wandering under a sprinkle of rain.
For what had seemed like hours, Howl recalled, he had walked through the Muspelheim area nearest to the gate, thinking to himself that it was as dead as a graveyard. Though some buildings remained intact, others looked as though they were what was left of an all-consuming fire.
The wizard shivered a little, and told himself it was more because of the cold rather than the memory of the charred buildings.
Snowflakes fell, intermingled with thin raindrops, and the wizard picked up his pace to find shelter under a tree. It was strange, to see it made made out of glass, and why it was so was yet another of the many questions that plagued his mind. Though his new toy (he moved a thumb over the smooth surface of the journal) had both entertained and enlightened him with information regarding his surroundings... the places, his location, the network... well... there was only so many answers that the tiny gadget could provide.
Howl sighed and would have leaned against the tree, as he would have been wont to do -- but the material it was made of made him wary of doing so. Instead, he pocketed the journal and crossed his arms, thinking it a shame that the sky was so cloudly he wouldn't be able to look if he might catch the last of shooting stars cutting across the lightening pre-dawn sky.
Content: Howl gets off the train stop near Haja o Que Houver, and heads towards Carta Para Ti only to stop for a moment of brief contemplation. He meets another person wandering about this early on in the day -- they talk.
Setting: Getting off the train stop near Haja o Que Houver [F4], and then further on to somewhere near Carta Para Ti [E6].
Time: Friday early morning, near-dawn.
Warnings: None so far.
He stepped off, one hand holding his jacket in place like the cape he fancied it to be as the train continued on it's way behind him. He walked for a bit and looked around, music catching on his ears. He breathed in and out, looking for the source, only to have his eyes settle on words stating the name Haja o Que Houver. According to the little tool that had been given to him at Muspelheim, this was one of the hotels that were available in the immediate area. There was one more further off on the train route still, but he would give that one a look after he sated his curiosity of Carta Para Ti, the gypsy establishment not too far (he assumed) from where he was standing now.
The wizard began to walk, the steady click of his heels a familiar rhythm to his ears. Walking was one of those things that he enjoyed doing whenever he could -- it gave him the opportunity to look about, observe and perhaps, be observed himself. But he had chosen the train when it chugged along near the destroyed and deserted Ecos na Catedral, settling for it's comforts over his usual pasttime. Sitting upon cushioned chairs seemed so much more wise than wandering under a sprinkle of rain.
For what had seemed like hours, Howl recalled, he had walked through the Muspelheim area nearest to the gate, thinking to himself that it was as dead as a graveyard. Though some buildings remained intact, others looked as though they were what was left of an all-consuming fire.
The wizard shivered a little, and told himself it was more because of the cold rather than the memory of the charred buildings.
Snowflakes fell, intermingled with thin raindrops, and the wizard picked up his pace to find shelter under a tree. It was strange, to see it made made out of glass, and why it was so was yet another of the many questions that plagued his mind. Though his new toy (he moved a thumb over the smooth surface of the journal) had both entertained and enlightened him with information regarding his surroundings... the places, his location, the network... well... there was only so many answers that the tiny gadget could provide.
Howl sighed and would have leaned against the tree, as he would have been wont to do -- but the material it was made of made him wary of doing so. Instead, he pocketed the journal and crossed his arms, thinking it a shame that the sky was so cloudly he wouldn't be able to look if he might catch the last of shooting stars cutting across the lightening pre-dawn sky.
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Pendragon was curious about Paixao. Who wasn't? The network constantly showed 'what am I doing heres' and 'this has to be a dream, nightmare, or hallucination' as each person arrived. Paixao was so much more than that, of course. How much would Pendragon wish to know? How much would Xaldin let on? It was a subtle game.
A question was posed. And so, a fitting answer. "The Haja o Que Houver has reasonable rates, but the place could stand for some rennovations. It's small, though rather upbeat and loud at night. The Actua Are hotels are your best bet. Pricey, but secure, very secure. Other than the one by Vanaheim, they are well worth their cost. The best hotel in the city in my opinion is the Morem O Lisboa, but that's a long haul from here. Besides, you might want to look into more permanent housing, especially if you do not know how long you'll be staying here. Paying hotel rent for months would be most impractical." He smiled thinly again. This game was enjoyable. "Shall we be on our way? There is much to see."
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However, he could feel the tendrils of fatigue coaxing him from the back of his head. Finding a place to stay was in his best interest. "Well then," Howl fixed a light-hearted (though no less fabricated) smile on his face. "Lead the way."