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| [ Ah, another game and another chance to lose. It was all tugging at Rose Lalonde's cloaked collar; an obvious weight that nearly caused the collected and refined girl to lose her cool. As she had traversed through Mac Anu, learning as much as she could and memorizing the intricate pathways leading to each specific shop, she continued to seek out more.
At the very most, Rose refused to be 'lost' here.
Tugging her over sized book upon a thin silk strap against her shoulder, the pale girl continues onward. A moment or two passed until her bright eyes landed upon the docked ship.
She would glance around, seek an answer for a question she hadn't even asked yet. With a soft clear of her voice, among the few strangers that lurked the area, she spoke. ]
Pardon me for the intrusion, but does anyone have a clue of if this ship is set to sail or is it merely a decorative piece?
[ She noticed the rust upon the spikes that dug into the chain links which held the ship in place. It looked as if it hadn't left the dock in quite sometime. ]
Or at the very least, where it leads to on its voyage?
[ Curiosity killed the cat, it seemed, or perhaps it would give it some proper closure or allies. ] | |
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| [Mac Anu certainly has been busy lately with all the confused people running around, and Euphie has been no exception. She's wandered out of the Chaos Gate already, head looking every which way for anyone she might recognize. But the more she looks, the more distressed she looks.
The fashions weren't anything she recognized from Japan or Britannia. Hell, that giant hat on her head isn't anything she owns. And the people and peculiar creatures wandering around...
This Princess ain't in Kansas anymore.
It isn't until she's reached the center square that she decides to reach out to someone. Anyone. Wishing desperately that Suzaku or even her brother were here.]
Excuse me. I'm sorry, but I can just have a minute of your time?
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| [It's very disconcerting when one moment you're talking to a figment of your imagination and then suddenly being somewhere else entirely. Jake stands there dumbly for a moment, quite confused at what just happened. He gets over it long enough to get out of the way of the whatever behind him, since there seems to be a bit of traffic here! Jeez, he's never seen so many people in one place like this before.]
Oh for the love of Christ, now what?
[Dammit, he had been in a somewhat important discussion with the Dirk from his memory! Oh, well. First thing to do is to gather information, so he approaches the first friendly person he sees. He'll get excited about being in a new place in a little bit. Right now, it just seems like more Dream Bubble Bullshit, although he certainly doesn't remember anything at all like this occurring before.]
Excuse me, chap! Might I have a word? [He will continue on regardless of the answer. Jake is determined to get information, gosh darn it!]
I think I've gotten myself lost or something. [Jake chuckles a little sheepishly.] This place certainly doesn't look familiar to me, and it seems that my original clothes have been, erm, replaced. Is that normal around here? | |
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| [You might notice Kariya yelling at one of the NPCs, his face pretty red from frustration. He looked like he was about to explode, to be honest. If you get closer, you can hear him say things on the lines of "Will you answer the question I actually asked you???"
After a few more minutes of this, he throws his hands up in the air and storms off.
I wouldn't get in his way if I were you, he's pretty pissed off!] | |
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| [There is someone in the Alchemy district fiddling with his Relic. If you're sneaky enough to look over his shoulder, he's writing something on the notepad function. Something about shiny walls that teleport you to a weird area, the Omega server, and Christmas. It might entirely be fiction, but then Takeshi talks to himself out loud:]
And that's when I blank out... I remember a Christmas event, and then I wake up here with at least half of my previous levels. And there's no way to contact Zero or Amaterasu or Yuuta, unless I try to party invite them, but there are entries missing in my contact list... [a sigh.] No sign of Spin, either.
[Dogs do get curious too, you know! Anyone is free to bother him, and ask him what this is all about.] | |
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| [ Uh oh, looks like Viki's having a sneezing fit. Cue appearing and disappearing repeatedly, teleporting from one warp point to another in no particular order. Yes, all the warp points. ]
W-wa--no...not a--
Atchoo! [ there she goes again. ]
Atchoo! [ and again. ]
Atchoo! [ and again-- oh wait, nothing happened this time. Until there's a small rain of potted plants landing around her. ]
...oops. Ooh...I hope I didn't catch a cold. [ because that would be Very Bad. for the safety of other human beings. ] | |
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| [well, aside from a few small conversations that discussed possible theories, nothing here has really been adequately explained. and he tired of the celebration by the fountain pretty quickly and instead took to exploring mac anu, only to discover that there is no exit. nothing but a dock with a ship that refused to take him anywhere.
which, besides just being bad planning -- how does a city function with no land routes available and only one boat? -- strikes him as incredibly suspicious. it's better than being locked up somewhere, maybe, but dropped off in an inescapable, unfamiliar city seems like someone's idea of a cruel joke, dying of exposure or starvation in the middle of a city.
and he probably could starve, given he passed up everything at the celebration back there. who wakes up in a strange place and unquestioningly eats what's offered? the hunger is bothering him a little, but more important is probably finding somewhere to stay. so saralegui is making another trip around the city, on a search for shelter this time.
for such a decently-sized city, however, there seems to be a bizarre lack of ways into all these buildings. what few doors he's passed are all locked to him, often with strange noises coming from inside. worst comes to worst, he could probably go back into the room they all woke up in before, but there has to be something better in this place somewhere, right? somewhere that trustworthy food could also be obtained, if he was lucky.
for the moment, however, he's sitting down in the shade of a building by the docks, tired of walking and unable to even tell how much time has passed. he looks a little torn between exhaustion and keeping up his guard, warily watching a group of players chatting nearby even as he leans against his knees with fatigue. feel like helping out a clueless and technology-inept trap? even knowledge of the warp points around the city would be useful, at this point.]
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| [Where most people are frantically out and about, trying to find out where they were and what was going on, a strange green-haired boy was sitting on the fountain, inspecting the "relic" he was given.
As he stares, it's clearly more than the curious gaze of the common person. In his mind, he is deconstructing the object, observing how it fits together, what elements make it function. He carefully moves the wire around, seeing how securely it was placed, then dabs his finger on the exhaust pipe to gauge temperature.]
Strange.
[The observation is almost involuntarily expressed, as N isn't apparently looking for anyone to speak to him about it. He runs his fingers over the seams, wondering if it was fit into place or welded. In a very swift and train of thought mutter,]
This shouldn't work. | |
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