[Today in Mac Anu, there's a rather petite little Shadow Warlock roaming around. And, unlike most people taking their first trip down the streets, he's practically emitting the idea that he knows what he's doing and where he's going. Even though the whole point is to explore his new surroundings.
The Grimoire shifts beneath his arm. At least it hadn't been as heavy as it had looked, which was... a definite bonus, seeing as how he apparently needs to carry it around with him.]
This place certainly screams 'medieval fantasy RPG', doesn't it? An interesting attempt at kidnapping, that's for sure...
[Another, softer hum of thought as he looks down at himself, and then a slight giggle.]
Change of clothes included, I see. Someone must be quite the pervert~
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
[[I used my third-person sample from my app at another game-- I hope it's okay! If not, I'd be happy to write another. c:]]
Joshua had been knocked into other dimensions before. This certainly wasn't the first time. But it was the first time he'd ever been politely carted in on a train against his will. Surely this had to constitute as kidnapping.
The last time this had happened, he'd just been thrown into an alternate Shibuya by an errant blast of Imagination from a half-crazed Reaper Officer. This time, though, he had simply been minding his own business, working on the clean-up that came after the unorthodox month-long Game that had taken place. But rather than having accidentally slid into a parallel universe, he seemed to have been delocated somewhere else entirely, somewhere that looked... very small-town, and was most definitely not anywhere near Shibuya. Unsettling, to say the least. The fact that his attachment to the city had been nullified wasn't much better on his nerves; he'd never been unattached from Shibuya in the entire time he'd been Composer. Not even in the alternate Shibuya.
Frustrated, Joshua turned his eyes down to his personal cell phone, open in his hand and, thankfully, picking up a signal. As soon as he got his bearings here, he could call Hanekoma, get him to figure out just where he'd ended up and come pick him up, just like the last time. But if for some reason he couldn't contact Sanae... well, he'd effectively be stuck.
For once in his life, Joshua wasn't quite certain what to do. On one hand, he had a lot he was responsible for, a lot he had to do. He couldn't leave Shibuya without a Composer in place, especially in the middle of clean-up. After Minamimoto's stint, there wasn't any telling who might try to usurp his position. But on the other hand... he could treat this like a holiday, of sorts. If he could get in touch with Sanae, he wouldn't have much to do while he waited. And he was able to have a little bit of fun in that alternate Shibuya, at least, though not nearly as much as he'd liked.
Flipping his phone closed with a soft 'clack' of plastic on plastic, Joshua raised it to his lips, tapping it against the lower one as he glanced down the road at what was visible of this small, strange town. Far different from Shibuya, relatively quiet in comparison... but something had to be amiss here. It wasn't every day that groups of people were kidnapped and placed on a train and brought to the middle of nowhere.
Perhaps, if he wanted to have a bit of fun, this would be the perfect place for it.
Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryuu | The World Ends With You | Reserved
FIRST-PERSON SAMPLE:
Hmm...
[Today in Mac Anu, there's a rather petite little Shadow Warlock roaming around. And, unlike most people taking their first trip down the streets, he's practically emitting the idea that he knows what he's doing and where he's going. Even though the whole point is to explore his new surroundings.
The Grimoire shifts beneath his arm. At least it hadn't been as heavy as it had looked, which was... a definite bonus, seeing as how he apparently needs to carry it around with him.]
This place certainly screams 'medieval fantasy RPG', doesn't it? An interesting attempt at kidnapping, that's for sure...
[Another, softer hum of thought as he looks down at himself, and then a slight giggle.]
Change of clothes included, I see. Someone must be quite the pervert~
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
[[I used my third-person sample from my app at another game-- I hope it's okay! If not, I'd be happy to write another. c:]]
Joshua had been knocked into other dimensions before. This certainly wasn't the first time. But it was the first time he'd ever been politely carted in on a train against his will. Surely this had to constitute as kidnapping.
The last time this had happened, he'd just been thrown into an alternate Shibuya by an errant blast of Imagination from a half-crazed Reaper Officer. This time, though, he had simply been minding his own business, working on the clean-up that came after the unorthodox month-long Game that had taken place. But rather than having accidentally slid into a parallel universe, he seemed to have been delocated somewhere else entirely, somewhere that looked... very small-town, and was most definitely not anywhere near Shibuya. Unsettling, to say the least. The fact that his attachment to the city had been nullified wasn't much better on his nerves; he'd never been unattached from Shibuya in the entire time he'd been Composer. Not even in the alternate Shibuya.
Frustrated, Joshua turned his eyes down to his personal cell phone, open in his hand and, thankfully, picking up a signal. As soon as he got his bearings here, he could call Hanekoma, get him to figure out just where he'd ended up and come pick him up, just like the last time. But if for some reason he couldn't contact Sanae... well, he'd effectively be stuck.
For once in his life, Joshua wasn't quite certain what to do. On one hand, he had a lot he was responsible for, a lot he had to do. He couldn't leave Shibuya without a Composer in place, especially in the middle of clean-up. After Minamimoto's stint, there wasn't any telling who might try to usurp his position. But on the other hand... he could treat this like a holiday, of sorts. If he could get in touch with Sanae, he wouldn't have much to do while he waited. And he was able to have a little bit of fun in that alternate Shibuya, at least, though not nearly as much as he'd liked.
Flipping his phone closed with a soft 'clack' of plastic on plastic, Joshua raised it to his lips, tapping it against the lower one as he glanced down the road at what was visible of this small, strange town. Far different from Shibuya, relatively quiet in comparison... but something had to be amiss here. It wasn't every day that groups of people were kidnapped and placed on a train and brought to the middle of nowhere.
Perhaps, if he wanted to have a bit of fun, this would be the perfect place for it.