This Place Could Use A Hero! [Open/Active]
Character(s): America, Anyone
Content: The hero arrives in Paixao!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: General adorkableness, some obnoxious tendencies.
“Whoa. Dude, I am so totally not in Kansas anymore.”
It took a lot to rattle America. At least, it took a lot of really weird stuff to rattle him, or a good (cheesy) horror film. This wasn’t really even scary, just sort of awesome and weird-looking. He stared up at the strange looking domes curiously for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he’d ever been here before at some point, but for the life of him, he could not recollect.
“Hey! I bet those dudes over there know something!” He’d noticed the long line of people waiting to get into what he could only assume were gates, and since he knew he wasn’t going to get any decent information just standing out in the cold by his lonesome, well. Asking people was the best way! Drawing his bomber jacket around him a bit more, he confidently strode over to the line, which he noticed was actually comprised of people that…looked a lot alike, actually. Like gingerbread men, only with less imagination.
“Hey dude! Can I ask you a question? What is this place? Any idea how I got here? I mean, I was just taking a doze during England’s speech at the meeting and woke up here, so maybe someone played a funny joke on me! But I probably should be getting back or people are gonna start yelling at me.” He laughed jovially, but when he realized the man he’d been speaking to hadn’t even acknowledged him, he frowned.
“Hey bro, what’s wrong? You’re totally ignoring me!” In fact, everyone was ignoring him…which was abnormal. “What the crap is going on here…OH I get it! You’re all in on the joke! Okay, dudes, I’ll play along!” He laughed again, but there was something…nagging at him in the back of his mind; something that he hid well behind his mask of bravado. This was not right. He knew something was up, and he was determined to figure out what.
About that time, one of the guards had noticed the outsider, and had approached him. After abruptly handing him a handheld netbook looking thing and asking for his name, America blinked.
"Uh. United States of America?" He wasn't sure whether to give them his official name or his private name, so he went with official business for now, just to play it safe.
And suddenly...he was inside. He stood there in the accumulating snow and looked around in awe at his surroundings; the grand city encased in a dome.
"Woooow! This place is awesome! Hey; it's snowing INDOORS!" He grinned about this for a moment, then suddenly stopped, throwing his arms around himself. "Okay. Good feelings gone. Why'd it have to be SNOWING? Who the Hell lets it snow indoors anyway? What kind of mean trick is THAT?" Grumbling, he clutched the device to his chest and trudged towards the nearest building, anything to get away from the cold.
Content: The hero arrives in Paixao!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: General adorkableness, some obnoxious tendencies.
“Whoa. Dude, I am so totally not in Kansas anymore.”
It took a lot to rattle America. At least, it took a lot of really weird stuff to rattle him, or a good (cheesy) horror film. This wasn’t really even scary, just sort of awesome and weird-looking. He stared up at the strange looking domes curiously for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he’d ever been here before at some point, but for the life of him, he could not recollect.
“Hey! I bet those dudes over there know something!” He’d noticed the long line of people waiting to get into what he could only assume were gates, and since he knew he wasn’t going to get any decent information just standing out in the cold by his lonesome, well. Asking people was the best way! Drawing his bomber jacket around him a bit more, he confidently strode over to the line, which he noticed was actually comprised of people that…looked a lot alike, actually. Like gingerbread men, only with less imagination.
“Hey dude! Can I ask you a question? What is this place? Any idea how I got here? I mean, I was just taking a doze during England’s speech at the meeting and woke up here, so maybe someone played a funny joke on me! But I probably should be getting back or people are gonna start yelling at me.” He laughed jovially, but when he realized the man he’d been speaking to hadn’t even acknowledged him, he frowned.
“Hey bro, what’s wrong? You’re totally ignoring me!” In fact, everyone was ignoring him…which was abnormal. “What the crap is going on here…OH I get it! You’re all in on the joke! Okay, dudes, I’ll play along!” He laughed again, but there was something…nagging at him in the back of his mind; something that he hid well behind his mask of bravado. This was not right. He knew something was up, and he was determined to figure out what.
About that time, one of the guards had noticed the outsider, and had approached him. After abruptly handing him a handheld netbook looking thing and asking for his name, America blinked.
"Uh. United States of America?" He wasn't sure whether to give them his official name or his private name, so he went with official business for now, just to play it safe.
And suddenly...he was inside. He stood there in the accumulating snow and looked around in awe at his surroundings; the grand city encased in a dome.
"Woooow! This place is awesome! Hey; it's snowing INDOORS!" He grinned about this for a moment, then suddenly stopped, throwing his arms around himself. "Okay. Good feelings gone. Why'd it have to be SNOWING? Who the Hell lets it snow indoors anyway? What kind of mean trick is THAT?" Grumbling, he clutched the device to his chest and trudged towards the nearest building, anything to get away from the cold.