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Title: lol thievery.
Characters: Gabranth (open!)
When: now
Where: just outside of Wall Market
Warnings: none
Summary: The Judge learns his armor will not always command him the respect (he thinks) he deserves.
"Get back here!"
Gabranth had scarcely found himself in this world mere moments before being pushed and jostled into the bustle of Wall Market, where not even the most threatening of his commands could call others to attention, and scarcely moments later did he feel a piece of his armor being lifted from his person. Unfortunately, a few scarce moments was all it had taken for the pilfering brat to escape his sight, no matter how far he chased him.
He takes a moment to catch his breath, cursing the heaviness of his armor. Only then, while he wonders just how he's going to replace that wrist-guard, does he take the opportunity to closer inspect his surroundings.
At first, he had nearly thought himself to be back in Old Archades-- but no, he now realizes that can't be. The smell and the dim, oppressed air might be similar, but the sights aren't quite like anything he's ever seen before, nor does he recall this skyless view.
Could this be another world designed by the Great Will, then? No; there seem to be far too many people here for that.
Gabranth looks up to the dark, imposing Plate, and he can't help but wonder aloud.
"What is this place...?"
Characters: Gabranth (open!)
When: now
Where: just outside of Wall Market
Warnings: none
Summary: The Judge learns his armor will not always command him the respect (he thinks) he deserves.
"Get back here!"
Gabranth had scarcely found himself in this world mere moments before being pushed and jostled into the bustle of Wall Market, where not even the most threatening of his commands could call others to attention, and scarcely moments later did he feel a piece of his armor being lifted from his person. Unfortunately, a few scarce moments was all it had taken for the pilfering brat to escape his sight, no matter how far he chased him.
He takes a moment to catch his breath, cursing the heaviness of his armor. Only then, while he wonders just how he's going to replace that wrist-guard, does he take the opportunity to closer inspect his surroundings.
At first, he had nearly thought himself to be back in Old Archades-- but no, he now realizes that can't be. The smell and the dim, oppressed air might be similar, but the sights aren't quite like anything he's ever seen before, nor does he recall this skyless view.
Could this be another world designed by the Great Will, then? No; there seem to be far too many people here for that.
Gabranth looks up to the dark, imposing Plate, and he can't help but wonder aloud.
"What is this place...?"