They say we're dreaming too big
Characters: got_it_memorizd and vatheon!
Location: The main plaza
Time: IDK, late afternoon? ish? yeah, we'll do that.
Style: Third-prose is preferable
Status: Open!
[/dives right in 8D. also ignore the fact that i posted to the wrong comm initially *cough*]
Axel had made it about forty yards down one of the roads out of the plaza before changing his mind. He still felt like crap, and just walking was kind of exhausting, and so he decided that maybe it would be better to peruse the shops in the plaza and see if he could score something to eat. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd had anything to eat--how long had he been dead?--so maybe he was just running on empty, as it were.
There had to be an ice cream shop around here somewhere. Even mer-people had to like ice cream, right? He wasn't sure how he was going to get any without any money, but he'd gotten out of much stickier situations than the potential repercussions of a five-finger discount in the past.
He sat down on the edge of the fountain in the center of the plaza a moment, letting his hands drape between his knees. His coat was still damp, there was still a glowing fairy-ball over his shoulder, and he still had no idea where he was. Today was already shaping up to be really annoying, and he wasn't even sure what time it was.
Well, it was better than being dead.
Location: The main plaza
Time: IDK, late afternoon? ish? yeah, we'll do that.
Style: Third-prose is preferable
Status: Open!
[/dives right in 8D. also ignore the fact that i posted to the wrong comm initially *cough*]
Axel had made it about forty yards down one of the roads out of the plaza before changing his mind. He still felt like crap, and just walking was kind of exhausting, and so he decided that maybe it would be better to peruse the shops in the plaza and see if he could score something to eat. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd had anything to eat--how long had he been dead?--so maybe he was just running on empty, as it were.
There had to be an ice cream shop around here somewhere. Even mer-people had to like ice cream, right? He wasn't sure how he was going to get any without any money, but he'd gotten out of much stickier situations than the potential repercussions of a five-finger discount in the past.
He sat down on the edge of the fountain in the center of the plaza a moment, letting his hands drape between his knees. His coat was still damp, there was still a glowing fairy-ball over his shoulder, and he still had no idea where he was. Today was already shaping up to be really annoying, and he wasn't even sure what time it was.
Well, it was better than being dead.