Stop! Hammer Time! [ Closed ]
Character(s): Rabi, and anyone else who's bored who wants to jump in.
Content: Entering through Crashing into Muspelheim... literally.
Setting: Muspelheim, just after the gates.
Time: Tuesday afternoon. (Everyone's doing Tuesday. D: CONFORMING WHUT.)
Warnings: Your IQ may lower a few points. None.
It wasn't uncommon for Rabi to get lost. It wasn't uncommon, even, for Rabi to crash into something when using his hammer to jump from place to place. But really, could you blame him? What better way to investigate your surroundings in such a short amount of time? Of course, he hadn't expected to become so familiar with the pavement that fast. Pssh. Minor details.
However, it was uncommon for him to just travel to a new world in the blink of an eye.
The last thing he remembered before waking up here was fighting akuma. All level one, all a piece of cake, all fun and games. He was even counting how many of them he'd killed. Thirty-one, thirty-two... uh, thirty-two and a half... huh, that was kind of weird, wasn't it...
In his own mind, he had won. (Won what? Does it matter?) But before he could really brag about it, things just... went black. He hadn't been hit, and he wasn't sure if he had passed out, but when he came to, he wasn't in a small town anymore. In fact, he was out in the woods somewhere.
"Allen?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes a little. "Uh... Linali? ... Panda-face?"
Rabi sat up for two seconds, looked around, then flopped over again. "What the hell...?"
If anyone had the balls to just dump him out in the middle of nowhere, it'd be that old fart. He'd probably do it as some kind of test, wouldn't he? Still, this didn't look familiar at all. And he hadn't even done anything that would prompt the Bookman to drag him out into some creepy forest! Sure, he said he looked like some demented Koala, but...
"C'monnn~" he whined, still tired. "This isn't funnyyyy~~~"
No response. Damn, they really had left him, hadn't they? Rabi groaned and tried to pull himself up into sitting position one more time. Oh, they were so dead once he found them...
... after his nap.
"Nnngggh, this suuucks."
A moment of silence passed before Rabi finally rolled over and used a tree to push himself up. From the looks of it, they'd probably ditched him some place on the outskirts of town. And, with any luck, they were probably still there. They weren't mean enough to go on ahead without him, were they?
"Well, maybe Panda..." he thought aloud, searching through his pockets to pull out what looked like a toy hammer. If he had go get back to town, there was no way in hell that he would walk the whole way back. He was too tired and too lazy for that kind of effort.
Rabi then held the tiny hammer out at arm's length and braced himself. "Ouzuchi kozuchi... EXTEND!"
The force of the handle driving into the ground hoisted the young exorcist up into the air in the blink of an eye, sending him higher and higher at his command. "Extend! Extend! Exteeend!" The hammer kept growing. Being able to sail over the trees at that speed allowed Rabi to look around, but not for very long. However, he did see something in the distance. A something that was getting closer and closer the more he jumped.
A city.
HA!! Too easy, he thought to himself, but as he neared the entrance to the city, a large gate came into focus. A gate that hadn't been the entrance to the last city... and, consequently, a gate that was now just a few feet away from his face. "Oh, SHIT...!"
And with a loud smack!, the exorcist slammed into the gates, the designs in the concrete leaving an imprint on his face. Those standing around the gate turned to look at him briefly - to take in the figure now fighting to peel himself off of the gate, with a large hammer whose handle extended several miles - but seconds later, they shrugged it off and went about their business, leaving Rabi to nurse a nosebleed of epic proportions.
Yes, his head was thick enough that a nosebleed was all he suffered.
When he finally came to his senses (and the little, imaginary Bookmen stopped floating around his head), he pulled himself to his feet, commanded his weapon to shrink back to its tiny, travel-sized state, and looked around. Well, there was the huge, creepy-looking gate, for one. And then there was this... line. Rabi started to make his way towards it, but then the little angry, inner-Rabi got to talking. You can't be serious. They drag me out to the middle of nowhere, leave me behind, make me run into a gate, and now I have to wait in line?!
Oh no no no no no. He wouldn't have that. If there was any chance that those assholes guys were nearby, he had to find them and make them pay.
"Aww, come on! Move it or lose it, people!" he snapped. Honestly, what was the big idea? What were they waiting for? Rabi forced a deep scowl on his face to rival one of Kanda's familiar facial expressions and pushed past people who weren't moving forward at all, only to find himself face-to-face with the man behind the counter.
"Name?"
He wasn't sure why, but this caused him to pull back a little, his scowl replaced with a look of utter confusion. People were lining up so this guy could take their names down? What the heck was that about?
"...what?"
"Your name, sir," he repeated, standing perfectly still. He didn't even blink.
"Um... Rabi?" The exorcist leaned forward and watched the man record his name at the bottom of a long list. "Hey, what's all that---"
"Welcome to Paixao," the man interrupted, pulling out a little red box from behind the counter and handing it to the confused teenager. "Enjoy your stay."
"Wha? ... hey!"
Rabi opened his mouth to speak (after all, what the hell was Pie-so?) when the line he'd so carelessly pushed past decided to push right back, and he was ushered through the gate and into the city.
Where the hell was this place?
Content: Entering through Crashing into Muspelheim... literally.
Setting: Muspelheim, just after the gates.
Time: Tuesday afternoon. (Everyone's doing Tuesday. D: CONFORMING WHUT.)
Warnings: Your IQ may lower a few points. None.
It wasn't uncommon for Rabi to get lost. It wasn't uncommon, even, for Rabi to crash into something when using his hammer to jump from place to place. But really, could you blame him? What better way to investigate your surroundings in such a short amount of time? Of course, he hadn't expected to become so familiar with the pavement that fast. Pssh. Minor details.
However, it was uncommon for him to just travel to a new world in the blink of an eye.
The last thing he remembered before waking up here was fighting akuma. All level one, all a piece of cake, all fun and games. He was even counting how many of them he'd killed. Thirty-one, thirty-two... uh, thirty-two and a half... huh, that was kind of weird, wasn't it...
In his own mind, he had won. (Won what? Does it matter?) But before he could really brag about it, things just... went black. He hadn't been hit, and he wasn't sure if he had passed out, but when he came to, he wasn't in a small town anymore. In fact, he was out in the woods somewhere.
"Allen?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes a little. "Uh... Linali? ... Panda-face?"
Rabi sat up for two seconds, looked around, then flopped over again. "What the hell...?"
If anyone had the balls to just dump him out in the middle of nowhere, it'd be that old fart. He'd probably do it as some kind of test, wouldn't he? Still, this didn't look familiar at all. And he hadn't even done anything that would prompt the Bookman to drag him out into some creepy forest! Sure, he said he looked like some demented Koala, but...
"C'monnn~" he whined, still tired. "This isn't funnyyyy~~~"
No response. Damn, they really had left him, hadn't they? Rabi groaned and tried to pull himself up into sitting position one more time. Oh, they were so dead once he found them...
... after his nap.
"Nnngggh, this suuucks."
A moment of silence passed before Rabi finally rolled over and used a tree to push himself up. From the looks of it, they'd probably ditched him some place on the outskirts of town. And, with any luck, they were probably still there. They weren't mean enough to go on ahead without him, were they?
"Well, maybe Panda..." he thought aloud, searching through his pockets to pull out what looked like a toy hammer. If he had go get back to town, there was no way in hell that he would walk the whole way back. He was too tired and too lazy for that kind of effort.
Rabi then held the tiny hammer out at arm's length and braced himself. "Ouzuchi kozuchi... EXTEND!"
The force of the handle driving into the ground hoisted the young exorcist up into the air in the blink of an eye, sending him higher and higher at his command. "Extend! Extend! Exteeend!" The hammer kept growing. Being able to sail over the trees at that speed allowed Rabi to look around, but not for very long. However, he did see something in the distance. A something that was getting closer and closer the more he jumped.
A city.
HA!! Too easy, he thought to himself, but as he neared the entrance to the city, a large gate came into focus. A gate that hadn't been the entrance to the last city... and, consequently, a gate that was now just a few feet away from his face. "Oh, SHIT...!"
And with a loud smack!, the exorcist slammed into the gates, the designs in the concrete leaving an imprint on his face. Those standing around the gate turned to look at him briefly - to take in the figure now fighting to peel himself off of the gate, with a large hammer whose handle extended several miles - but seconds later, they shrugged it off and went about their business, leaving Rabi to nurse a nosebleed of epic proportions.
Yes, his head was thick enough that a nosebleed was all he suffered.
When he finally came to his senses (and the little, imaginary Bookmen stopped floating around his head), he pulled himself to his feet, commanded his weapon to shrink back to its tiny, travel-sized state, and looked around. Well, there was the huge, creepy-looking gate, for one. And then there was this... line. Rabi started to make his way towards it, but then the little angry, inner-Rabi got to talking. You can't be serious. They drag me out to the middle of nowhere, leave me behind, make me run into a gate, and now I have to wait in line?!
Oh no no no no no. He wouldn't have that. If there was any chance that those assholes guys were nearby, he had to find them and make them pay.
"Aww, come on! Move it or lose it, people!" he snapped. Honestly, what was the big idea? What were they waiting for? Rabi forced a deep scowl on his face to rival one of Kanda's familiar facial expressions and pushed past people who weren't moving forward at all, only to find himself face-to-face with the man behind the counter.
"Name?"
He wasn't sure why, but this caused him to pull back a little, his scowl replaced with a look of utter confusion. People were lining up so this guy could take their names down? What the heck was that about?
"...what?"
"Your name, sir," he repeated, standing perfectly still. He didn't even blink.
"Um... Rabi?" The exorcist leaned forward and watched the man record his name at the bottom of a long list. "Hey, what's all that---"
"Welcome to Paixao," the man interrupted, pulling out a little red box from behind the counter and handing it to the confused teenager. "Enjoy your stay."
"Wha? ... hey!"
Rabi opened his mouth to speak (after all, what the hell was Pie-so?) when the line he'd so carelessly pushed past decided to push right back, and he was ushered through the gate and into the city.
Where the hell was this place?