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Fear and Loathing in Paradisa
Who: Ashe (
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What: Ashelia arrives. She worries that the Rozarrians have captured her...
When: April 7 onward
Where: At the castle entrance
Rating: G for now. Well. PG for Ashe's miniskirt.
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What: Ashelia arrives. She worries that the Rozarrians have captured her...
When: April 7 onward
Where: At the castle entrance
Rating: G for now. Well. PG for Ashe's miniskirt.
Ashe stood in line, awaiting her chance to speak with the person running the booth ahead. Perhaps they would know where she could catch an airship out of here... Or at least which way Dalmasca was. She didn't have her bearings in the slightest, which was unusual for her. She'd been all over Ivalice, surely something familiar would show up soon... a Bangaa or a Chocobo or Vaan and the rest...
Then again, she supposed there were worse places to be lost. The gardens were nice, and there was a quaint village beyond the gate. She thought it odd that they would put such a fancy gate around such a slummy looking city-- but that's just what it seemed like to her. Perhaps she was in some other city... Rozarria? No...
She watched some people pass by, and found herself wondering if she would be taken in for questioning. Vayne was hardly gone politically; The Rozarrians weren't exactly her favored country either. She walked politely over to a group of women and asked politely, "My name is Ashelia B'nargin of Dalmasca. Which way is Rabanastre?" She held her arms together, watching them. They looked at Ashe and then laughed pointed at the village. "This is Paradisa. No Rabunasers here!" Ashe frowned. The people here were not very helpful.
She clicked the toe of her right boot on the cobblestone pavement. A few young guys gave her a whistle as they passed.
"Ugh," she said, with a look of disdain, "I think it's time I got a wardrobe change, at least until I'm back in my own country... The people here must be brutes. Many of them seem almost... vacant. Their eyes are so bright but they don't seem happy... This place is lonely. Almost isolating..." She shivered a bit, drew her shirt a little closer together.
"Oh, Rasler... I need you more than you know."
Then again, she supposed there were worse places to be lost. The gardens were nice, and there was a quaint village beyond the gate. She thought it odd that they would put such a fancy gate around such a slummy looking city-- but that's just what it seemed like to her. Perhaps she was in some other city... Rozarria? No...
She watched some people pass by, and found herself wondering if she would be taken in for questioning. Vayne was hardly gone politically; The Rozarrians weren't exactly her favored country either. She walked politely over to a group of women and asked politely, "My name is Ashelia B'nargin of Dalmasca. Which way is Rabanastre?" She held her arms together, watching them. They looked at Ashe and then laughed pointed at the village. "This is Paradisa. No Rabunasers here!" Ashe frowned. The people here were not very helpful.
She clicked the toe of her right boot on the cobblestone pavement. A few young guys gave her a whistle as they passed.
"Ugh," she said, with a look of disdain, "I think it's time I got a wardrobe change, at least until I'm back in my own country... The people here must be brutes. Many of them seem almost... vacant. Their eyes are so bright but they don't seem happy... This place is lonely. Almost isolating..." She shivered a bit, drew her shirt a little closer together.
"Oh, Rasler... I need you more than you know."
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"How the hell am I suppo--" he stopped dead as a pair of legs flashed into his vision. He followed them up to a skirt, then an outfit above it, then a beautiful face framed by short blonde hair.
"Oi, I don't remember you around. You new?"
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"I could same the same, Mr Greed, only I haven't the slightest idea what's going on. Someone tod me that a magnificent castle is usually there," she pointed towards the huge empty space, several hundred feet of missing castle whose spot was currently filled by a small quiet village of stone houses.
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"Am I to understand tat we are all to simply live in this ... village until a Castle sprouts like a new rose, from the ground?"
She didn't like this feeling of being lost... not at all.
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"This whole concept is rather ludicrous. Pulling people from thin air isn't fair, or even possible! It would require technology that simply doesn't exist! And magic-- magic capable of such cruel and humorless meddling, it should be forbidden and never considered or implemented!" She kicked the dirt, held her face in her hands.
"At least the people here are being friendly. One must account for that."
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He shrugged and walked closer to her, looking her over.
"Well, I doubt you'll have trouble makin' friends. A gorgeous woman in a skimpy outfit certainly has no trouble getting attention."
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"I don't consider it as you say; It allows freedom of movement during my travels. When you're running from a WIld Saurian, you'll wish you were wearing less too. Anything keeping me a few feet ahead of its maw is reason enough to leave behind."
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He laughed a bit at his jest and knelt before her, taking her hand and raising it to his lips.
"Please, allow this humble homunculus to be your guide."
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"I... suppose a guide would help me feel less at odds with this place..."
At his expression she took her hand back and said dignifiedly, "But this is certainly not a date, Mr Greed." Still, that had been rather polite, and she offered her hand politely to help him up; he didn't really need it, being bigger than her significantly.
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"...Alright." She smiled through her lashes, hands clasped behind her back. For a moment she looked like herself, and hardly a Queen. More like her days as a princess.
But when she stood up straight and began to walk, you noticed her traits as a Queen; her proper posture, how she walked as if surveying a crowd.
It was beautiful, but similarly it would probably have been off-putting, to walk with her and not be royalty yourself.
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"So, what's it like bein' a queen?" he asked.
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Ashe turned to look at him. "What do you do?"
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"Not many can fare well without morals of a sort. You wind up holding yourself to no standard and become a vagabond, rejected by most."
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He pointed around them in a circle.
"This place normally isn't like this. It has a much different design. We're currently under the effects of...well, whatever the hell runs this place. It changes things now and then."
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Ashe probably never really noticed how sexy she could be, if she weren't so formal. But looks seemed to be enough for Greed, anyways.
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"Well...that's just how this place is. So, you want a tour of it or what?"
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