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Friday, March 11th, 2011 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hymnotic[ A lone figure steps into view. A cloak is wrapped about his shoulders, coming up high enough to cover his mouth and nose while its hood hiding his hair. The split tail of a long turquoise coat is visible under the bottom of the cloak - the cloak itself does not even reach past far past his thighs - and a pair of vibrant green eyes are visible below the edge of the hood. Whoever this is is notably unarmed and seems to have taken at least some care in hiding his identity.
The figure comes to a halt suddenly, his brow furrowing in consternation as he takes in his surroundings.
He would admit may not have been the best with directions still - even now, all these years after his "grand adventure," as Guy had merrily dubbed it - but he did know the difference between a desert and a snowfield. That wasn't to say this place closely resembled Mount Roneal or anything, but there was something he could definitely say with absolute certainty: it was definitely not Chesedonia.
Which presented a rather unique problem for him.
Well, maybe it wasn't so unique, persay. But it was relatively rare over the past few years.
Luke came to a halt, adjusting the hood of his cloak before looking around himself to see if he could find any discernibly recognizable features in this place he found himself in, only to hang his head in disappointment mere moments later. ]
What the hell? How did I- ...damnit, now there's no way I'll make it in time; he's going to be pissed.
[ Don't mind him while he continues to rant to himself about finding himself somewhere he does not recognize, clearly far from where he was headed. On the other hand, this probably makes him a prime target for someone to sneak up on. As long as they don't mind interesting reactions.
By all means, feel free to bug him. ]
[ ooc; 10-years-later, fonist/hymnist Luke returns! Except I've reworked him slightly, so he's reset.Which makes it easier to work with him since I completely forget any CR he had two years ago, save for times he cracked ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
obsidianmotion over the head with a staff for being an Aschhole. Because who could forget something like that?
His full info is forthcoming, once I manage to sit down and write all of my modifications and such. ]
The figure comes to a halt suddenly, his brow furrowing in consternation as he takes in his surroundings.
He would admit may not have been the best with directions still - even now, all these years after his "grand adventure," as Guy had merrily dubbed it - but he did know the difference between a desert and a snowfield. That wasn't to say this place closely resembled Mount Roneal or anything, but there was something he could definitely say with absolute certainty: it was definitely not Chesedonia.
Which presented a rather unique problem for him.
Well, maybe it wasn't so unique, persay. But it was relatively rare over the past few years.
Luke came to a halt, adjusting the hood of his cloak before looking around himself to see if he could find any discernibly recognizable features in this place he found himself in, only to hang his head in disappointment mere moments later. ]
What the hell? How did I- ...damnit, now there's no way I'll make it in time; he's going to be pissed.
[ Don't mind him while he continues to rant to himself about finding himself somewhere he does not recognize, clearly far from where he was headed. On the other hand, this probably makes him a prime target for someone to sneak up on. As long as they don't mind interesting reactions.
By all means, feel free to bug him. ]
[ ooc; 10-years-later, fonist/hymnist Luke returns! Except I've reworked him slightly, so he's reset.
obsidianmotion over the head with a staff for being an Aschhole. Because who could forget something like that?His full info is forthcoming, once I manage to sit down and write all of my modifications and such. ]