Misplaced Angel [Complete]
Character(s): Angeal Hewley, open
Content: A fallen SOLDIER enters through Muspelheim gate.
Setting: Muspelheim gate, and wherever that may lead.
Time: Week 2, evening
Warnings: Possible swearing.
Was this... heaven?
He shouldn't have been here. It was too beautiful, too... otherworldly. There was a gate before him, consisting entirely of golden flames reaching the sky. Various people were in front of him, in a single-file line, and he continually wondered why he would be here.
He had fought against Zack, he'd died. He'd died a monster. Monsters didn't go to heaven. Monsters suffered. Glancing at his right shoulder, he noticed them; the two white wings that had been a longtime symbol of his shame still remained. Why? And how? This couldn't have been anywhere on Gaia... could it?
His turn in line to the booth. He caught the brochure with one hand and glanced at it a moment, mako-blue eyes furrowing at it with a bit of uncertainty. 'Paixao'? Where in Ifrit's name was that?
'I shouldn't be here. I should've faded away like I was supposed to. Monsters don't deserve second chances. I don't.'
Moving on the the queue, there was a second man, looking as though he were taking down some information.
'I've done too much.'
"Name?"
Why was that important? "...Angeal." He gruffed, still looking uncertain about all of this.
It was after a moment or two he was handed a small... computer? Laptop? "Welcome to Paixao. Enjoy your stay."
"...right." He muttered, slipping the computer under his arm and heading out into the city. First thing's first; get information. He didn't want to be here and he needed to know how long he would be.
'Better make the most of it, then.' He thought, beginning to head into the expansive city. Maybe someone around could tell him what the hell was going on here.
Content: A fallen SOLDIER enters through Muspelheim gate.
Setting: Muspelheim gate, and wherever that may lead.
Time: Week 2, evening
Warnings: Possible swearing.
Was this... heaven?
He shouldn't have been here. It was too beautiful, too... otherworldly. There was a gate before him, consisting entirely of golden flames reaching the sky. Various people were in front of him, in a single-file line, and he continually wondered why he would be here.
He had fought against Zack, he'd died. He'd died a monster. Monsters didn't go to heaven. Monsters suffered. Glancing at his right shoulder, he noticed them; the two white wings that had been a longtime symbol of his shame still remained. Why? And how? This couldn't have been anywhere on Gaia... could it?
His turn in line to the booth. He caught the brochure with one hand and glanced at it a moment, mako-blue eyes furrowing at it with a bit of uncertainty. 'Paixao'? Where in Ifrit's name was that?
'I shouldn't be here. I should've faded away like I was supposed to. Monsters don't deserve second chances. I don't.'
Moving on the the queue, there was a second man, looking as though he were taking down some information.
'I've done too much.'
"Name?"
Why was that important? "...Angeal." He gruffed, still looking uncertain about all of this.
It was after a moment or two he was handed a small... computer? Laptop? "Welcome to Paixao. Enjoy your stay."
"...right." He muttered, slipping the computer under his arm and heading out into the city. First thing's first; get information. He didn't want to be here and he needed to know how long he would be.
'Better make the most of it, then.' He thought, beginning to head into the expansive city. Maybe someone around could tell him what the hell was going on here.