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a lost prince enters the plaza
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theredprinceJalan had been through Hel. No literally. He'd walked through actual Hel and it honestly was one of the worst experiences of his life. Far less fire and brimstone then he thought though. It was mostly just a vast endless gray desert. Filled with, of course, countless abominations that wouldn't be out of place in the deepest dankest of nightmares. Which was why he was so very incredibly thrilled to discover there was actually an Exit. An exit that would take you anywhere you thought of when you opened it. Unless you weren't thinking of a 'where'. Then it just dumped you kinda... wherever. And Jalan wasn't really thinking about anything besides outrunning the terrifying lady demon who seemed rather keen on tearing off his delicate bits.
So he really didn't care very much where he ended up as he tumbled through the door. He spun around to slam the door shut, a magical black key clutched in his hand ready to lock it up tight so Little Miss Hellspawn couldn't eat his soul... only to discover there was no door. He looked around in confusion but ended up breathing a sigh of relief. His key was on a chain so he slipped it back around his neck as he got a good look around.
Didn't recognize anything one bit. But he wasn't really concerned. Honestly he was just grateful that he was alive and not in Hel, and there were no undead monstrosities looking at him with hungry eyes.
Of course what assaulted HIS eyes was a cacophony of colors and people and just a chaotic blend of LIFE IN GENERAL. Which was confusing all get out but definitely a relief after unending hellspawn for what felt like months. Still it left him a little lost as to what exactly to do next. While he wasn't too sure where exactly he was he also wasn't too keen on getting back to where he technically should be despite all the responsibilities and things left undone he had. Procrastination and avoidance were two of his greatest skills after all. Right after being charming and running really fast away from danger.
Speaking of being charming, he certainly needed to tap into that ability to address some of his more pressing issues.
"Pardon me," Lost, alone, and on the verge of dehydration, the prince put on his best, most charming of smiles and waved to the closest person, "Any chance you can point me in the direction of some decent food and drink? A change of clothes too... these have. Had it I think."
Plus he felt as if he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Most of the people here... well they weren't dressed like him really. In fact a lot of them reminded him of the little he'd seen of the ancient Builder's culture. Weird.
So he really didn't care very much where he ended up as he tumbled through the door. He spun around to slam the door shut, a magical black key clutched in his hand ready to lock it up tight so Little Miss Hellspawn couldn't eat his soul... only to discover there was no door. He looked around in confusion but ended up breathing a sigh of relief. His key was on a chain so he slipped it back around his neck as he got a good look around.
Didn't recognize anything one bit. But he wasn't really concerned. Honestly he was just grateful that he was alive and not in Hel, and there were no undead monstrosities looking at him with hungry eyes.
Of course what assaulted HIS eyes was a cacophony of colors and people and just a chaotic blend of LIFE IN GENERAL. Which was confusing all get out but definitely a relief after unending hellspawn for what felt like months. Still it left him a little lost as to what exactly to do next. While he wasn't too sure where exactly he was he also wasn't too keen on getting back to where he technically should be despite all the responsibilities and things left undone he had. Procrastination and avoidance were two of his greatest skills after all. Right after being charming and running really fast away from danger.
Speaking of being charming, he certainly needed to tap into that ability to address some of his more pressing issues.
"Pardon me," Lost, alone, and on the verge of dehydration, the prince put on his best, most charming of smiles and waved to the closest person, "Any chance you can point me in the direction of some decent food and drink? A change of clothes too... these have. Had it I think."
Plus he felt as if he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Most of the people here... well they weren't dressed like him really. In fact a lot of them reminded him of the little he'd seen of the ancient Builder's culture. Weird.
