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paixaorpg2006-04-17 04:01 pm
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The Road Goes Ever Ever On [Completed]
Character(s): Auron, the Prince
Content: Auron and the Prince have a look-see around Paixao.
Setting: Outside the Actua Are [F3], then on to Yevon-Only-Knows where.
Time: Friday afternoon-ish
Warnings: None (yet).
There was always something inspiring about taking that first step out the door. No matter what the reason, it was always uplifting to exit a place and set his feet to walking again. He still felt a measure of it here, even if he knew that this strange domed city wasn't Spira. ...with a sudden half-hearted growl, Auron shook his head. He had to stop comparing this place to his birthplace. No matter what the case, he would likely never see it again, and Paixao would never magically 'become' Spira and restore that small bit of comfort and familiarity to his heart. So, enough with the heartsickness and the forlorn moping. He was undeniably fond of the whole 'story' metaphor, wasn't he? This was a new chapter. Hell, this was a whole damned new book.
Second chances aside, there was still the matter of the energetic and perplexing blonde child to be taken care of. Auron stood outside the Actua Are, Shiranui strapped to his back, with all his usual bells and whistles attatched. Gesturing briefly with the hand slung inside the fold of his coat, Auron turned his good eye down to his companion in exploring, an eyebrow raised. "Are we ready to go?"
Content: Auron and the Prince have a look-see around Paixao.
Setting: Outside the Actua Are [F3], then on to Yevon-Only-Knows where.
Time: Friday afternoon-ish
Warnings: None (yet).
There was always something inspiring about taking that first step out the door. No matter what the reason, it was always uplifting to exit a place and set his feet to walking again. He still felt a measure of it here, even if he knew that this strange domed city wasn't Spira. ...with a sudden half-hearted growl, Auron shook his head. He had to stop comparing this place to his birthplace. No matter what the case, he would likely never see it again, and Paixao would never magically 'become' Spira and restore that small bit of comfort and familiarity to his heart. So, enough with the heartsickness and the forlorn moping. He was undeniably fond of the whole 'story' metaphor, wasn't he? This was a new chapter. Hell, this was a whole damned new book.
Second chances aside, there was still the matter of the energetic and perplexing blonde child to be taken care of. Auron stood outside the Actua Are, Shiranui strapped to his back, with all his usual bells and whistles attatched. Gesturing briefly with the hand slung inside the fold of his coat, Auron turned his good eye down to his companion in exploring, an eyebrow raised. "Are we ready to go?"