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paixaorpg2006-05-20 08:56 pm
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Of Flaming Bubbles [Completed]
Character(s): Hayner
Content: Hayner learns that he has no natural ability to land and enters the city of Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [O3]
Time: Saturday, Late Morning
Warnings: Odd landings and crankiness. >D
Abruptly, Hayner was greeted by the unforgiving solidity of the ground. He lay uncomfortably on his back which was now curled upwards leaving his legs dangling above his head and knees resting besides his ears. Groaning, he contemplated why in the world he should bother moving until the growing pain of the odd position urged him to do so. The boy rolled forwards, finally finding peace simply from being on his rear instead of his back.
He never realized how much he appreciated his ability to sit until now.
With an annoyed look and slight pout, Hayner looked about him. Well… this certainly isn’t Twilight Town. In fact, it looked nothing like said village. A great domed city or sorts (it looked like an absurd, gigantic mass of bubbles to tell the truth) loomed before him. And welcoming quite a long line of people into the city was a gate of golden flames. Was that supposed to be a gateway to some very soapy and bubbly hell? Hayner’s forehead greeted his palm as he shook his head and sighed. Oh why was he here?
Without bothering to give fate a fight, the boy slowly and a bit painfully found his way to his feet. For some reason, the line of unknown people didn’t seem so long at this angle of standing. Odd. His eyes followed its length to the gate and beside the gate was a booth. Passively shrugging, Hayner walked to the booth and rested an elbow on the counter. The man working their had a smile that was a bit too bright and hair that was a bit too blond.
Nope. Don’t like ‘im.
“So…” the boy began a bit off handedly, acting apathetic as possible. “I’m new here. Can ya tell me anything ‘bout this place?”
“Why of course!” The man answered excitedly. Hayner decided that his voice was too cheerful as well but accepted the brochure he was handed and said the traditional ‘thank you’.
For whatever reason, Hayner made his way to the end of the line before inspecting the brochure. The cover had a photograph of the gate and in large print was the words ‘Welcome to the city of Paixao!’
“Paixao?” Hayner grunted. Weird name. He leafed through the remainder of the booklet. It had information on districts, a map, and something about journals. It was then rudely shoved into the pocket of Hayner’s pants when he realized that the line had grown very short and the people who had suddenly appeared behind him were beginning to become angry due his lack of attention.
“Yeah yeah… I’m movin’…” He grumbled. It only took a few moments before he reached the gate. There, another blond man stood seriously.
“Name?” he asked.
The boy threw a suspicious eye at the man but still answered, “Hayner.” He was then handed a black electronic something-or-another. “H-hey!” he yelped before he was pushed threw the door by someone behind him. Couldn’t people just wait and take their time? What’s the rush? People these days…
Beneath the ‘hell bubbles’ as Hayner decided he would call them was an assortment of buildings, definitely, but there was a lack of diversity in the people. All were dressed in a similar manner and had the same annoyingly blond hair. The fact that Hayner himself had blond hair didn’t even register.
He looked down at the black thing that the gate-man handed him. It was obviously something electronic. He was around Pence enough to know that. He flipped it open. Yup. Just as he thought: a computer.
But you see, Hayner was not a big fan of computers, so the small notebook was immediately shut and shoved beneath his arm as he set out through the streets of the ethereal city. The ideas of how he managed to find his way into another world buzzed around like a mass of thought-flies. The boy disliked thought-flies to the extreme because they were so disorderly and hard to understand.
Oh how he wanted this explained by more than aggravatingly blond people and a piece of paper. It was a shame Ollete and Pence were not around. They were the intellectual ones anyway.
Content: Hayner learns that he has no natural ability to land and enters the city of Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [O3]
Time: Saturday, Late Morning
Warnings: Odd landings and crankiness. >D
Abruptly, Hayner was greeted by the unforgiving solidity of the ground. He lay uncomfortably on his back which was now curled upwards leaving his legs dangling above his head and knees resting besides his ears. Groaning, he contemplated why in the world he should bother moving until the growing pain of the odd position urged him to do so. The boy rolled forwards, finally finding peace simply from being on his rear instead of his back.
He never realized how much he appreciated his ability to sit until now.
With an annoyed look and slight pout, Hayner looked about him. Well… this certainly isn’t Twilight Town. In fact, it looked nothing like said village. A great domed city or sorts (it looked like an absurd, gigantic mass of bubbles to tell the truth) loomed before him. And welcoming quite a long line of people into the city was a gate of golden flames. Was that supposed to be a gateway to some very soapy and bubbly hell? Hayner’s forehead greeted his palm as he shook his head and sighed. Oh why was he here?
Without bothering to give fate a fight, the boy slowly and a bit painfully found his way to his feet. For some reason, the line of unknown people didn’t seem so long at this angle of standing. Odd. His eyes followed its length to the gate and beside the gate was a booth. Passively shrugging, Hayner walked to the booth and rested an elbow on the counter. The man working their had a smile that was a bit too bright and hair that was a bit too blond.
Nope. Don’t like ‘im.
“So…” the boy began a bit off handedly, acting apathetic as possible. “I’m new here. Can ya tell me anything ‘bout this place?”
“Why of course!” The man answered excitedly. Hayner decided that his voice was too cheerful as well but accepted the brochure he was handed and said the traditional ‘thank you’.
For whatever reason, Hayner made his way to the end of the line before inspecting the brochure. The cover had a photograph of the gate and in large print was the words ‘Welcome to the city of Paixao!’
“Paixao?” Hayner grunted. Weird name. He leafed through the remainder of the booklet. It had information on districts, a map, and something about journals. It was then rudely shoved into the pocket of Hayner’s pants when he realized that the line had grown very short and the people who had suddenly appeared behind him were beginning to become angry due his lack of attention.
“Yeah yeah… I’m movin’…” He grumbled. It only took a few moments before he reached the gate. There, another blond man stood seriously.
“Name?” he asked.
The boy threw a suspicious eye at the man but still answered, “Hayner.” He was then handed a black electronic something-or-another. “H-hey!” he yelped before he was pushed threw the door by someone behind him. Couldn’t people just wait and take their time? What’s the rush? People these days…
Beneath the ‘hell bubbles’ as Hayner decided he would call them was an assortment of buildings, definitely, but there was a lack of diversity in the people. All were dressed in a similar manner and had the same annoyingly blond hair. The fact that Hayner himself had blond hair didn’t even register.
He looked down at the black thing that the gate-man handed him. It was obviously something electronic. He was around Pence enough to know that. He flipped it open. Yup. Just as he thought: a computer.
But you see, Hayner was not a big fan of computers, so the small notebook was immediately shut and shoved beneath his arm as he set out through the streets of the ethereal city. The ideas of how he managed to find his way into another world buzzed around like a mass of thought-flies. The boy disliked thought-flies to the extreme because they were so disorderly and hard to understand.
Oh how he wanted this explained by more than aggravatingly blond people and a piece of paper. It was a shame Ollete and Pence were not around. They were the intellectual ones anyway.