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Characters: Larsa and anyone who finds the young prince
Content: The Archadian royalty shows up in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: early afternoon
Warnings: none for now
A young boy was roughly shaken awake. Someone was trying to be sure he was okay since he'd just appeared outside the gates of a city. The boy stood up shakily a little and glanced around. These gates looked nothing like the part of the skyfortress Bahamut that he'd been in moments before, nor did it look anything like Arcadia, Dalmasca, or even Ivalice. He did not recognize anything about it, not even the people.
However, the one who had woken him up seemed to think he was just a kid and the prince's brow furrowed slightly before he corrected the person and assured him that he was, indeed, all right.Larsa accepted the notebook-like device he was handed and slipped it into his pocket as he was ushered through the gates and stepped into a world he had never before seen.
Having always had somewhere to go, this would be a strain on the boy unless someone nice or familiar happened to run into him.
Content: The Archadian royalty shows up in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: early afternoon
Warnings: none for now
A young boy was roughly shaken awake. Someone was trying to be sure he was okay since he'd just appeared outside the gates of a city. The boy stood up shakily a little and glanced around. These gates looked nothing like the part of the skyfortress Bahamut that he'd been in moments before, nor did it look anything like Arcadia, Dalmasca, or even Ivalice. He did not recognize anything about it, not even the people.
However, the one who had woken him up seemed to think he was just a kid and the prince's brow furrowed slightly before he corrected the person and assured him that he was, indeed, all right.Larsa accepted the notebook-like device he was handed and slipped it into his pocket as he was ushered through the gates and stepped into a world he had never before seen.
Having always had somewhere to go, this would be a strain on the boy unless someone nice or familiar happened to run into him.