"This ain't kansas anymore" [Closed]
Character(s): Luc and anyone else interested
Content: A bemused wind mage hoping to get some answers within the strange land of Paixao
Setting: City limits near Muspelheim Gate
Time: Saturday - noon
Warnings: None
The ageless man frowned at the item he was holding in his hands. He sat silently on the ledge of a low stone fencing of one of the buildings within the unfamiliar city. The item was something that was handed to him after being asked his name. Strange though... The language didn’t seem familiar, but something told him that he should answer with the name the fools from Harmonia had given him.
The name ‘Luc’.
Ironic... He put so much effort trying to destroy what he was and those who had made him for the passed few years. In the end he still kept that name. But it wasn’t like anyone would know him, right? At least... not here.
He raised his head towards the passing citizens of the city. Everything about them bothered him. Blonde hair... blue eyes... Harmonia’s definition of perfection wasn’t it? And to make things worse, their speech and actions were far too predictable and so goddamned bland. It utterly disgusted him.
The brunette opened the small rectangular item he was given upon entering the city, frowning as one part blinked on, revealing words upon the glowing surface. It was like reading a book... but... buttons and such? This was beyond anything he’s ever seen. Not even Sindar... He sighed, closing the journal shut as his emerald eyes lowered towards the ground.
Recollecting what happened before he ended up on that line or that gate hurt his head literally. It was almost like a whole portion of his memory had faded away. He was fuzzy on the details as all he could remember was reaching up to touch the young silver blonde woman’s cheek as the ruins collapsed around them. They were on the verge of death... That was his place. That was the last memory in his mind before opening his eyes to face the azure sky, the smell of death devoid from his senses. His wounds, inexistent.... And nothing around him gave him a clue if he was still within the Grasslands or in Toran. The land was completely unknown to him.
And now... he was ‘here’, sitting beneath a fictitious sky within a city that looked like an unusual dream. But where was ‘here’...? Why was he still alive...? Is he still alive? And if he was, where was... Sarah?
Content: A bemused wind mage hoping to get some answers within the strange land of Paixao
Setting: City limits near Muspelheim Gate
Time: Saturday - noon
Warnings: None
The ageless man frowned at the item he was holding in his hands. He sat silently on the ledge of a low stone fencing of one of the buildings within the unfamiliar city. The item was something that was handed to him after being asked his name. Strange though... The language didn’t seem familiar, but something told him that he should answer with the name the fools from Harmonia had given him.
The name ‘Luc’.
Ironic... He put so much effort trying to destroy what he was and those who had made him for the passed few years. In the end he still kept that name. But it wasn’t like anyone would know him, right? At least... not here.
He raised his head towards the passing citizens of the city. Everything about them bothered him. Blonde hair... blue eyes... Harmonia’s definition of perfection wasn’t it? And to make things worse, their speech and actions were far too predictable and so goddamned bland. It utterly disgusted him.
The brunette opened the small rectangular item he was given upon entering the city, frowning as one part blinked on, revealing words upon the glowing surface. It was like reading a book... but... buttons and such? This was beyond anything he’s ever seen. Not even Sindar... He sighed, closing the journal shut as his emerald eyes lowered towards the ground.
Recollecting what happened before he ended up on that line or that gate hurt his head literally. It was almost like a whole portion of his memory had faded away. He was fuzzy on the details as all he could remember was reaching up to touch the young silver blonde woman’s cheek as the ruins collapsed around them. They were on the verge of death... That was his place. That was the last memory in his mind before opening his eyes to face the azure sky, the smell of death devoid from his senses. His wounds, inexistent.... And nothing around him gave him a clue if he was still within the Grasslands or in Toran. The land was completely unknown to him.
And now... he was ‘here’, sitting beneath a fictitious sky within a city that looked like an unusual dream. But where was ‘here’...? Why was he still alive...? Is he still alive? And if he was, where was... Sarah?