An Angel Falls From Heaven [Active]
Character(s): Master Lamington, and anyone who wants to meet him~
Content: The Seraph finds himself in a very new place...that he is unable to leave.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Dawn
Warnings: None expected.
Lamington woke from his sleep with something of a start, as his bed was quite suddenly nowhere to be found. He rose to his feet after an unfortunately awkward fall, and took in his surroundings. A domed city stood before him, large and imposing. Its gate was huge and ornate, somehow both welcoming yet forbidding at the same time.
He remained floating for a brief moment, until he was certain the ground would hold him, and alighted softly, making the smallest of sounds in the soft white grass. Something about this place felt very strange. Without being able to put a finger on just why, the Seraph was uneasy, and that was not a pleasant thing. The fact he was now unable to return to Celestia...was nothing but more worrisome.
A line, though, led into the gate. The Seraph sighed a little, and watched them from afar for a few minutes. The line went into the domes at a steady rate.
"It appears I have no other choice."
He joined the line as it moved into the city, and took some moments after being handed the journal to learn some of its features. There was little too complicated about the device, it seemed, though he suspected there may be more to it than he could discern on his own.
Content: The Seraph finds himself in a very new place...that he is unable to leave.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Dawn
Warnings: None expected.
Lamington woke from his sleep with something of a start, as his bed was quite suddenly nowhere to be found. He rose to his feet after an unfortunately awkward fall, and took in his surroundings. A domed city stood before him, large and imposing. Its gate was huge and ornate, somehow both welcoming yet forbidding at the same time.
He remained floating for a brief moment, until he was certain the ground would hold him, and alighted softly, making the smallest of sounds in the soft white grass. Something about this place felt very strange. Without being able to put a finger on just why, the Seraph was uneasy, and that was not a pleasant thing. The fact he was now unable to return to Celestia...was nothing but more worrisome.
A line, though, led into the gate. The Seraph sighed a little, and watched them from afar for a few minutes. The line went into the domes at a steady rate.
"It appears I have no other choice."
He joined the line as it moved into the city, and took some moments after being handed the journal to learn some of its features. There was little too complicated about the device, it seemed, though he suspected there may be more to it than he could discern on his own.