Welcome to Edensphere, Shumi.
Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) and Laguna/Shumi (prez_leg_cramp)
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Dec 26
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for the usual newborn nudity.
Summary: Shumi arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet him.
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For whatever reason, Fugue felt somewhat compelled to actually go to work today. Perhaps it was a strange desire to stand up to his 'evil twin' in some way, shape, or form? Besides, if anyone was going to try anything in The Hall of Beginnings, that person still would have the guards to deal with.
And if that person had anything to do with the exile, it was unlikely for him to even reach The Hall.
Originally he'd been tapping his foot while waiting for something interesting to happen... before thinking about it and deciding that others may associate such a habit with the 'old man' they accused of so many things. Fugue then began to whistle instead; it was another way to break the eerie silence of that room. It was altogether terribly awkward, however.
He also decided that he could pace about the room instead of hovering by the table in the midst of the room. Just... something different to do, aside from not dressing like an old man. He'd gotten a new pair of shades and his suit was nicely cleaned up. His face had just a bit of stubble on it, and his hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail that hung down his back. Every once in a while, he'd hear a cocoon or two wriggling, but it didn't quite sound like anything was coming... or so he thought.
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Dec 26
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for the usual newborn nudity.
Summary: Shumi arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet him.
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For whatever reason, Fugue felt somewhat compelled to actually go to work today. Perhaps it was a strange desire to stand up to his 'evil twin' in some way, shape, or form? Besides, if anyone was going to try anything in The Hall of Beginnings, that person still would have the guards to deal with.
And if that person had anything to do with the exile, it was unlikely for him to even reach The Hall.
Originally he'd been tapping his foot while waiting for something interesting to happen... before thinking about it and deciding that others may associate such a habit with the 'old man' they accused of so many things. Fugue then began to whistle instead; it was another way to break the eerie silence of that room. It was altogether terribly awkward, however.
He also decided that he could pace about the room instead of hovering by the table in the midst of the room. Just... something different to do, aside from not dressing like an old man. He'd gotten a new pair of shades and his suit was nicely cleaned up. His face had just a bit of stubble on it, and his hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail that hung down his back. Every once in a while, he'd hear a cocoon or two wriggling, but it didn't quite sound like anything was coming... or so he thought.