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An Angel Falls From Heaven [Active]

Nov 07, 2010 15:47

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. )

niflheim, seraph lamington, week 26

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4letters4ninja November 8 2010, 03:14:49 UTC

Since she had arrived in the city, Ziva had fallen into a schedule. She would get up before the sun, do her morning weapons check, and then go out and explore the city. She would go a different way each day, and just wander.

This time, she ended up near one of the gates, leaning against one of the trees and people watching. It had become a new hobby of hers, watching the people go and come into the city. Most of the locals ignored her, a few of the women would give her a glare as they walked past. She wasn't covered enough for them, apparently.

Well, that is new... She thought, watching someone she knew was a non-citizen walk though the gate. Well, unless somehow the citizens had started sprouting wings.

saintofcelestia November 8 2010, 03:38:44 UTC

Lamington scanned the inside of the domes carefully once he was satisfied with inspecting the journal. The buildings were exquisitely crafted, and the trees and other plants appeared to be made of crystals and precious metals. The entire city almost sparkled. The cobblestone pavement under his feet was well-worked and excellently laid, and the domes were painted exquisitely.

He noticed something very that most everyone in the city, though, was acting almost exactly the same. They were, more than a group of individual entities, acting as if they were all just a large unit. They moved and spoke in a very odd manner, not befitting their human appearance. But then...he had heard of such odd things happening with humans before.

One woman, though, stood out from the group. She seemed completely independent from all of these others. Lamington walked over to her.

"Hello, miss."

4letters4ninja November 8 2010, 03:59:18 UTC

And of course, the winged person walked over to her. It seems strangers drifted to other strangers in this city. She didn't blame him, honestly. The citizens were creepy. Very, very creepy.

"Good Morning." She replied, looking up at him and giving him a polite smile. She almost made a comment about 'welcome to prison' or 'welcome to hell', but she decided that was too much like Tony, and this gentleman wouldn't appreciate it.

saintofcelestia November 8 2010, 14:59:01 UTC

The Seraph caught an accent on this woman's voice. Not only was it likely she was not originally from here, but she was not speaking the language that she was most familiar with.

"Would I be correct in assuming you are not from this place, much like myself?"

Judging from how this woman seemed to be acting, she was hardly as new to this city as Lamington himself was. He hoped it would be clear that he was, in fact, a newcomer, but that question should make it quite plain.

4letters4ninja November 9 2010, 04:51:49 UTC

"You would be correct." Ziva stated. "Of course, most of us outsiders stand out at this point." She pocketed her journal and stood up straight, reaching up to pull some of the leaves off the tree. She put them in a small pile and held them out to the holy one.

"Rule one: If it is shiny, it works as currency." She smirked again, this time thinking of how much of suckers the citizens really were, or they were like magpies, and just liked shiny things. "Rule two: Do not trust anyone in black coats." She'd stop there for now with the 'rules'.

...She really was becoming like Gibbs.