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✰ welcome, welcome.
you're new here, aren't you? you have that look about you. like the proverbial deer in the headlights - but don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough.
after all, you might just be here for a while. why not make the most of it?
the room you've woken up in - it's yours. pretty nice, isn't it? we want everyone to enjoy their stay here, and that means providing decent amenities. the beds are soft, the roofs don't leak, and best of all? it's free of charge.
it's all on us. you're welcome.
feel free to roam about - it's not like you're a prisoner, or anything. and there really is a lot to see here, so go on ahead, knock yourself out. have fun. explore.
but i wouldn't go too far, if i were you.
does that sound ominous?
ah, well. like i said. you'll get used to it soon enough.
.welcome to siaion.
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Sorry about those new, fluffy pillows, City of Siaion.
When he does finally wake up, it's because he's pretty sure he's going to be late for class, so he's all but leaping out of the bed with a few shouted curses, completely ignoring the pillow and the stuffed bunny (shut up okay!!!) that drop onto the floor in the commotion. And it isn't until his feet are flat on the floor and he's taken three steps toward a closet that is not actually there that he realizes...]
... What the hell is this? Where am I?!
[Something is very wrong here.
He instantly freezes, looks all around for any sign of anything familiar. He finds nothing. But there's a note on the desk in the far corner, propped up just enough to be purposefully conspicuous, held in place with what looks like a much fancier cell phone than the one he already owns. (Where is that, anyway...?) He reads the note.]
This place is is... mine? What's that supposed to mean? And where's this Siaion anyway? I've never even heard of it! Tch. What's the deal, taking me in my sleep like that?! [Beat.] How'd they get past Yukio...?
[Because while he might sleep like the dead, sometimes he's convinced his brother sleeps on a damn hair trigger. Regardless... What is all of this, and why...?
You know what? Later. He'll figure it out as he goes.
He folds up the note, stuffs it and the cell phone into the pockets of his sleep shorts. No closet? No clothes. But that's not enough to keep him stuck inside! Nope.
He heads right out the front door, still in his pajamas and completely barefoot, tail swishing behind him, trying to find any semblance of a clue. Or a hint. Or... well, anything. He's kinda desperate here, okay?
Maybe Yukio is here. But if so, where...?]
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which means he hasn't been able to determine anything beyond the note he'd been left in his own room, the cell phone on the desk. he's been looking for rin, too, of course, and though he hasn't gone through all of the rooms in the housing district, he hasn't come across his brother yet.
and that is much more worrisome than he wants to think about. if he's here, rin has to be too – right? unless whoever it had been that brought them here found some sort of twisted amusement in separating them. the thought alone is enough to have his tail lashing anxiously behind him. i have to find him.
he walks along in silence for a bit more until he hears a door closing, sees a flash of something familiar out of the corner of his eye, and when he turns, it is rin that he sees. his heart jumps into his throat, relief washing over him in a tangible wave as he picks up his steps, almost jogging in his older brother's direction in hopes of catching up to him before there's too much more distance put between them. ] Nii-san – !
[ i finally found you! ]
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Oi! Yukio-- huuuh??
[He stops immediately, eyes going a little bit wide, jaw hanging open.]
What the...!
[Tail. There's a... Yukio has a...?! His eyes flick from that tail, to the slight point of ears, back to the tail. His own tail swishes behind him, curls at the tip as if to mirror the metaphorical question mark over top of his head, just as he lifts his finger to point.]
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that tail perking up is adorable stop that this is serious business!!he's more than ready to greet his brother, more than ready to figure out where they are and how they've come to be here – because surely they can figure it out together, right? – but when rin stops short, yukio finds himself just a little bit confused.
he … he's pointing at his tail. how can he not –
something isn't right, here.
but instead of showing how confused he is, he works on making his face a mask, even going so far as to look over his shoulder at his tail as it curls behind him. he has to handle this appropriately, which means keeping rin from either freaking out or just … blowing up. and that isn't exactly the simplest thing to do even under normal circumstances. ]
I – I woke up here with it. [ yeah. there we go. that will do it. ] I don't know what they've done to me – are you okay? Is anything different with you?
[ changing the subject! ]
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It is not adorable it is awesome get it rightIt takes Rin another second or two of staring before he makes any sort of move, but then, that's exactly what he does - he closes the distance between them, ends up right in Yukio's personal space as he puts his hands on his shoulders, leans over and forward on tiptoes like this is really the best way to get a better look at it.
Yep, it's real. It's actually there, attached to his brother. ... This is one of the weirdest things he's seen. And that's saying a lot.]
Whoa, so you just woke up with it? Seriously?
[He finally steps back, though his hands stay on Yukio's shoulders. He shakes his head.]
Psh, I'm fine! Well, except that I'm stuck in whatever this stupid place is. And kinda confused. But what about you? Are you okay? Don't tell me they did anything else... I swear, I'm gonna kick their asses...!
[His tone practically becomes a growl at the end, and his eyes narrow into a threatening glare to match.]
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awesomely adorable. best of both worlds.asdklh personal space! personal space!! ( not that he isn't used to it, but it's kind of sudden, and when they're both in a place that they aren't familiar with, he's already found himself on edge, and he tenses just the slightest bit – tail flicking to the side included. ) it's only that he's just lied to the other about the nature of that tail that has him keeping his gaze trained on the ground for a moment longer, but when rin pulls back, he looks up at him again, nodding.
he'll … tell him about it eventually. clearly, something has happened, and he isn't sure what – but he doesn't like it. doesn't like it a single bit. how could they … ] Yes. These, too. [ and now he'll just be showing off those new fangs of his. oh, and don't forget the ears.
look familiar? at all?
he reaches up, brushes on hand over rin's forearm as he keeps those hands on his shoulders, a placating sort of motion that he hopes has the intended effect. ] I'm fine, really. It's just … the new additions. I feel all right. [ just guilty, that's all! ]
Have you gone looking around at all?
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Yukio shows off those fangs... and those, along with the tail and the ears, are proof enough that he needs to find whoever brought them here and screwed with his brother, and teach them a lesson - one that involves a lot of violence, preferably. Because no one messes with his brother, especially not on this level. No one.
But he does calm down a little when Yukio reassures him that he's alright, and though he's still glaring daggers like it'll do some sort of good, he's at least speaking a lot more calmly.]
Hu-unh. [He shakes his head.] I seriously just woke up and came outside. What about you? How long have you been here?
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rin … don't go getting ahead of yourself. please? you've literally only been in this place five minutes and you're already threatening people – things – you don't know because your brother isn't how he should be. ( and if yukio would just tell the truth about his current state, there wouldn't be any of this nonsense, but he can't do that, now can he? )
he sighs inwardly, feeling worse and worse as this goes on, but being unable to bring himself to tell the truth about the situation. not yet. it's still too unstable, too volatile, and if it all erupts before he has a chance to get a handle on it, who knows what could happen? ]
I don't think I've been here that long. [ there's a small shrug. ] I looked around where I woke up, came outside, found you. That's about it.
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It's a perfectly reasonable and valid reason to threaten people or things unknown, thank you. (but when the truth comes out later... well. we'll see.)]
Where'd you wake up, then? Some weird little house, too? Mine's right there. [He points. seriously, he did not make it far before Yukio found him.]
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and he nods, thankful for the new direction the conversation is taking, because he isn't sure how much longer he could keep from saying something about the tail situation. ] I wouldn't call it weird, but yes, I woke up in one too.
[ he then takes both the device he's been supplied with and the note that had come along with it. ]
Did they leave you with things like this?
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Uhhh yeah. These.
[He reaches into one pajama pocket, removes the note. He then reaches into the other...
... and removes this gigantic, flat piece of technology that looks like a phone, if a phone had been injected with growth hormones. Seriously, even as he's holding it up for Yukio to look at the screen, it looks like it's stretching his fingers just hold it!]
What the hell is this supposed to be, anyway? Is it a phone? 'cause it's got the little picture of a phone on the bottom row of things, but... It's huge!
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the note looks the same as his own, but the device …
he'd been expecting one identical to his. he isn't sure why, but somehow it would have made sense for it to be that way. ( if you're going to bring people to a new place, why go out of your way to customize everything just for them? unless …
unless there's more to this than he's really seeing just yet, and that thought is just a bit daunting for him. )
he stares at the device – phone? tablet? what is that supposed to be? – with a slightly awed expression, simultaneously reaching into one of his own pockets to take out his own device. which looks like a palm pilot and a sidekick got really drunk one night and had a baby. ]
That … [ still baffled. ] I don't know what that is. At least I think I've figured out how to use mine – I don't know where to start with that.
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Rin's very lightly shaking his phone... tablet... phablet (why is that a real word, by the way djsklfaj) thing when Yukio reaches for his own, and he blinks at it when he sees.]
Whoa. Hey, now, yours makes sense! It actually looks useful! Lemme see!
[And he's so curious, he's reaching for it! So conscientious of others, this one is. Yep.]
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why is that a real word i will never understand and nothing will be able to convince me that it needs to be an actual thing.yukio doesn't even have a chance to try to explain what's going on with his own device, because rin is reaching for it and he finds it quickly plucked from his hands – well. at least there isn't any attention being focused on his tail anymore. CRISIS AVERTED. for the moment.
he don't even mind that you just kind of reached out and took it without really … asking … first. )
At least mine will fit into a pocket. Yours … yours is almost as big as a clipboard.
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it's a travesty. language has gone to hell. woe.He pokes through the thing, flipping between screens and pressing buttons and whatnot. It's enough to make it beep in protest, at one point, but he just snorts and keeps on going. (Of course)]
And I bet if you used mine for a clipboard you'd break the stupid thing. Forget it! Yours is so much more useful - how is that far?!
[But he hands it back to him, even if he's scowling a little.]
This place makes no damn sense.
bringing in the SURPRISE MOFOS.
for one, this isn't his dorm. he can't find shima or konekomaru, and that fact alone has him itching to go over this place with a fine-tooth comb until he finds them. ( and … well. you know. if he found the others as well, that would be a plus. )
anyway.
he's already given his new place a good once-over, read the note left behind and studied his "device," a simple-enough-looking thing that isn't unlike his own cell phone. ( which is apparently useless at the moment, thanks so much, you bag of dicks. ) he pokes around at it a little, tapping at the screen and trying to get a good hang of it before he ends up pocketing both it and the note, finally stepping foot outside.
now … there the hell is he supposed to even start looking?
still in the residential district, it doesn't seem like there is much of anyone else milling about – well, that he recognizes, anyway. there are too damn many unfamiliar faces for him to feel comfortable roaming around without much thought to where he's going, so you know what? he's just going to stuff his hands in his pockets and act like he knows everything that's going on, even if, on the inside, he's about as clueless as … ]
– Okumura!
[ he doesn't see rin outright, but he does end up catching sight of that swishing tail and he knows, knows that there can't be too many people wandering around with one of those. ( or can there? you don't know where you are, the kind of people that live here. for all you know, they could all have tails. )
even still, he's trotting over eyes narrowed as he reaches to scrub a hand back through his hair. ]
You're here? Does that mean everybody else is, too?
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"clueless as okumura" hey we see what you did there jkdsfjl]Whuh?
[He stops once he hears his name, immediately recognizing the voice - and who it belongs to, once he actually turns around and sees him. He actually smiles a little - relief, mostly - and hurries in his direction.]
Whoa! They got you here, too? Maybe everyone else really is here!
[He looks around, like he's hopeful that even just mentioning the possibility means they're gonna pop right up. ... nope. Oh well. Moving on!]
Actually, I've only seen Yukio.
[Who has a tail now. ... And that thought is enough to make him scowl for a second, given he's convinced this place is responsible for that. But he does his best to shake it off. He'll talk about that later.]
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She stuffs all of these things into her pockets, carefully steps outside and into the city proper. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and she's still very, very frightened, but she'll manage. Somehow. Right? She has to. And she can't be the only one in this position, can she...?
Nervous as can be, hands clasped tightly together behind her back, she starts walking. She looks so very out of place, but she just can't help it.]
surprise!
yes. we are not kidding.
it's probably been some hours since he's woken up, and though he does wonder where he is and how he'd managed to find himself away from colseit, to be perfectly honest? he's more concerned with his surroundings and how they work. even from as little as he's seen, there seem to be a lot of technological nuances that he's not even remotely familiar with, things that he'd really like to see the inner workings of, figure them out, take them apart and put them back together …
but. of course that can come later. ( right? please tell him that can come later. ) and he finally drags himself out of his new home, device and key and other things stuffed into various pockets like he's setting out on some grand adventure. it isn't until he spots a familiar flash of pinkish hair, a fluffy tail that he finally picks up his steps, pretty much making a bee-line for escha before she has a chance to notice him. ] Escha? Hey – [ he catches up to her, reaches out to lightly grasp her shoulder, eyes both bright and concerned. ]
You're here!
squeak!
She whirls around, wide-eyed but daring to be hopeful. And when she sees him - sees that it really is him, and her mind isn't just playing tricks on her - she gasps. His hand braces against her shoulder, and she finally smiles, tears of relief welling up in her eyes.]
Brother!!
[And almost immediately, she throws her arms around his waist, squeezes her eyes shut and buries her face in his chest.]
What's going on?!
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it's just a moment, but his nose buries itself against her hair, taking a small bit of comfort in the familiarity her presence offers. you're okay … you're safe.
he pulls away just enough to answer, voice even, calm to mirror her distress. ] I don't know – I don't even know where we are. We're not … [ a beat, and he tries to find the right wording to keep from distressing her further. ]
We're not anywhere close to home, are we?
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She turns her head, so she can speak without her words becoming muffled against his shirt, but she doesn't move away from him whatsoever. This is the first comfort she's had, after all.]
I... I don't think so. But... did you get a letter, too?
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his arms wrap around her just a bit more tightly, and he relishes the thought that she's okay. she's safe. he can keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happens. ( well … to the best of his ability, anyway. he's going to try his damndest to make sure nothing else happens. )
it doesn't matter that she doesn't move away from him. he hadn't quite been ready to let her go, anyway. they can stay like this for a little longer, can't they? ]
I did. And I have to say, I've read it over a handful of times now and I still can't make heads or tails of it.
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They can stay like this as long as they want, as far as she's concerned. She doesn't want to let go, and doesn't want him to let go either.]
I can't either... but it sounds so serious, doesn't it?
[She doesn't want to ask the obvious: "do you think we can go back home?"]
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he would say he was sorry, but … well, he isn't. not really. ) ] I wouldn't say serious. [ he tries for a small laugh, here, just to be reassuring. ] But it definitely merits some attention. Don't worry –
[ he nuzzles her hair, smiling against the top of her head. ] We'll be okay. Get it all sorted out.
[ and get back home goes unsaid, but he hopes the implication is clear enough. ]
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Okay. I trust you. We will.
[She finally manages a smile in return - it's small, and a little unsure... but it's more than she's been capable of since she woke up here.]
But where do we start?
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he gives her a light squeeze at her next words. you have no idea how much that means to him, escha. ] We start at the beginning, of course. [ of course! where else is there to start~? ] There's a pretty good chance that we might be able to find something out if we explore where we woke up. Like the other rooms, or something.
[ and you can bet that he's now more used to exploration than he ever was before all of this happened. ]
What do you say? Up for it?
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He's so upbeat, she can't help but follow suit. (and that's something she appreciates more than even she realizes...)] Of course! That's a great idea, Brother.
[Exploration? Count her in. The Escha of a few years ago wouldn't have been nearly as brave...
She looks up at him, nods with determination.]
I'm up for it. Lead the way?
surprise number two!
relocated yet again. at least when he'd been reassigned to colseit, he'd known what he was getting into. this?
he doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that something is wrong, here. it feels too much like dread, too much like something he isn't prepared for.
which is why he'd needed to get out.
he isn't prone to claustrophobia – not in the slightest, having spent nearly all of his time back in central city in the atelier – but the idea of being in a new place he's never heard of without any good reason for having been taken away from the familiar hadn't sat well with him, and the excuse to go out and figure things out had been good enough that he hadn't put much further thought into it.
sometimes, it just felt good to walk. stretch his legs, clear his head. try … to figure out what in the world is going on.
he almost misses her when he passes by – head down, staring at the pavement beneath his feet as though the cracks throughout might hold some sort of answer that he's thus far missed – but it never seems to matter how far apart they are, because some tiny sense in the back of his mind sparks his awareness into high gear, and it's like the proverbial flip of a switch.
there you are.
he calls out to her before he approaches, even though he's already angled himself in her direction, voice carrying over the distance just as easily as if there were no space between them at all. ]
Escha – !
screaming!!!!
Escha probably needs the fresh air more than she realizes, but she isn't thinking about that. She left the little house she woke up in on the grounds that it seemed to unfamiliar, too much like a prison. Sure, it's nice to breathe fresh air, but it's still not the air from back home. It's not Colseit. This is not Colseit. No one here is familiar. No buildings look like the ones she knows. There isn't the familiar, lingering scent of apples in the air. Heck, she's not even sure there could be room for an orchard in a place like this, everything is so densely packed, as far as she's seen, and... just... It feels different, in every single aspect.
Everything is different. And that is terrifying. Maybe she should have stayed in place after all... Yeah. She's just about to turn around, to trudge back to that unfamiliar house and find somewhere to hide, but something stops her - a tiny feeling, a nudge of an inkling in the back of her mind, gives her a hint that she should wait. Just one more second, just a little longer, maybe she should lift her gaze up from the concrete and look around--
--there. It's him...!]
Logy...!
[They may as well have called for each other in unison. And any obstacles between the two of them go entirely unnoticed to her, because she's beelining for him as fast as her little legs will carry her.]
Logy! You're here!
c:?
the fresh air does wonders for his head – though he won't readily admit that it had been clouded in the first place – and even though he's found himself in a place that he isn't familiar with, it isn't completely unlike the moment he'd landed at the dock in colseit. it isn't central city, isn't anything close to what he's used to, but when faced with a challenge? he'll more than surely rise to the occasion, give it everything he's got just to try to figure things out.
( he can say that, now. now that she's been the one to drag out of him his own shortcomings, his own worries. he can never thank her enough for being the one to care so much for him, even when he hadn't thought he'd deserved it. that there were still people who would cry for him …
it's a thought better left for another time. he's past it, now, after all. no need to dwell on it, right? )
she sees him just as he sees her, and though there is still some distance between them, escha makes short work of it. one, two – and then she's there, within arm's reach, and he feels the corners of his mouth twisting upward into the semblance of a smile as she nears him, making as though to act like nothing at all is out of the ordinary.
( because deflection is the best sort of coping mechanism, isn't it … ? ) ] I'm so glad I found you –
[ he really is. you don't even know the half of it. ] Are you okay?
gdit heaven forbid i finally give her keywords :|
She stops just short of actually colliding against him, looks him up and down with wide, shining eyes, just to be sure that not only is he really there, but that he's okay. And once she's satisfied with that much, that's when she throws herself against him, fingers gripping at his shirt as she lets out a huge, audible sigh of relief.]
I'm okay. I'm really confused, but I'm okay. I'm so glad I found you, too.... are you okay?
you know i forgot i gave logy keywords .. and was surprised when i opened up his icon page.
you're the reason he has this newfound confidence in himself, after all.
his arms wrap easily, instantly around her when she finally comes close enough, and it's such a relief to know that she's there and safe that he lets his guard down. allows himself to relax just the slightest bit in her hold, leaning into her as though she were a tangible source of support despite how tiny she is.
( she is his support, tangibly or intangibly, and he's sure she has to know it by now. ) ]
I'm also a little confused … I don't understand how we got here, or why we're here, but – [ he hums, thoughtful. ] There has to be a reason for it. Things like this don't just happen.
surprise!!! lol
Escha will probably never fully grasp the extent to which she's helped Logy, but she knows one thing: without him, she never would have become the girl she is now. She may have helped him find his confidence again, but in return, he's given her strength in all its myriad forms. He is the reason she can constantly find it in her to go forward, the one who pushed her and taught her and helped her realize that life is so much more than she could ever have known if he'd never fallen into her life.
He helped her realize her dream, after all. And then, he brought her home again. Safe and sound. With him. She will never forget.
She practically nuzzles herself closer to him when he takes her into his arms. He might just feel her shaking a little - the relief is still settling in, after all.]
You're right. They don't. But... what could the reason even be? And how will we figure it out?
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except he still doesn't know whether to make heads or tails of this particular situation.
he'd woken up just as easily as if he were back in colseit – one eye opening, and then the other, a full-body stretch accompanied by a jaw-cracking yawn that could probably be heard a few streets over – and it had taken him nearly a full minute to realize that he wasn't in his own room. wasn't anywhere near it.
none of his tools were anywhere to be found. none of his trinkets, do-dads or doohickeys, any of the various things he's been working on for the past however long. he's in a strange bed, confined within strange walls, left with a note and a device that looks like nothing he's ever seen before. what …?
yep. completely and utterly clueless. so. you know what that means?
it's time to start trying to take things apart.
except … apparently this little device is a sturdy son-of-a-gun and doesn't want to give up any of its secrets. no matter how much he taps at seams, tries to pry them open, no matter how much he stares and turns it this way and that. it's not budging, not giving anything up, and once he's gone over the note a few times more he decides to stick all of the above into his pockets and finally step outside of his new place and check things out.
awin frowns a bit to himself as he tries to get his bearings, realizes that he doesn't have any bearings to get when he turns a full circle and still has no better idea of which way he should go – so he just. starts walking. moves about the residential district, mentally mapping things out for later.
because it beats sitting in that ( admittedly nice ) unfamiliar place that is now supposed to be called his own and not knowing what in the world is going on around you.
right?
of course. ]
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[Linca is standing on a street corner, across from Awin, and is waving her arm above her head in an attempt to get his attention over the hustle and bustle of the... uh... this is a city, is it not? It's a little like Central City, except it's actually pretty different... ugh, she just doesn't understand...
But once the cars seem to stop moving in the direction between her and Awin, she starts to rush toward him, but stops just short of actually setting foot into the street. Because what if they suddenly start up again...? jsfakljf So instead, she looks up at him, a concerned frown on her face.
But then, she nods once, determination returning.]
I'm on my way!
[And she rushes across the street~~ (with no idea that the street lights are still very much in her favor and giving her the right of way. Whoops. But at least she won't get hit by a car...)]
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[ who … ?
somehow, he isn't expecting to hear her voice. then again, he would have been surprised to hear any familiar voice in this place, but he supposes that it kind of goes without saying.
yes, linca, this is a city. as far as he knows – he's still trying to get used to not being in colseit. ( granted, he hasn't been out of his new "home" for very long, so there hasn't been a lot of time to acclimate himself to his new surroundings, but … okay. again. it goes without saying and he isn't making any other arguments right now, thank you very much. )
he picks his head up when he hears his name, squinting across the street as cars whiz by. ] Linca? Whoa, what are you –
[ asdlkhg DON'T WALK RIGHT OUT INTO THE STREET WOMAN ARE YOU NUTS??
oh.
right of way.
you both have a lot to get used to, don't you?
he waits until she crosses to his side, trying to hide the fact that he'd been worried for her safety while crossing by looking grateful for having found another familiar face. ( because he's already found escha at this point, and stowed her safely away for the time being. huzzah, time shenanigans! ) ]
You're here! How are you here?
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She's relieved to see him, too, and she's smiling a little when she's finally by his side. His question concerns her, though, and she frowns all over again, uncertain.]
I don't know. I wasn't aware that we were going to be relocated, and when I woke up this morning, I was here. I've been looking for Marion, but I haven't found her yet.
[She puts one hand over her heart - reflex, still, after all these years by her side.]
It's not like her to forget to brief all of us. I'm a little worried.
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please don't fight the cars, linca. they haven't done anything to you yet. ( keyword: yet. shall we wait until she decides to try to cross without the leeway of a stoplight in her favor? is that a thing that needs to be done? )
anyway!
he's just as confused as she is, and when she's finally at his side, he takes a small amount of comfort in knowing that at least they can keep an eye on one another, now. ( and anyone else they might find, here. surely if they've been relocated, the others have been, too, and all they need to do is find them. right? hopeless optimism … ? )
he nods, just slightly, sparing a brief look into the distance, a small contemplation of what might be lying in wait for them out there … ] I have to admit, I'm a little surprised myself, but … maybe it's a training exercise? [ that's a thing you do, isn't it? he doesn't know. ]
She has to be around here somewhere. All we have to do is find her.
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She will not fight the cars unless they give her a reason to! (Which means, yes, if she tries to jaywalk, a vehicle or two might be scrap metal before long djafklsa)
Linca is thinking much of the same. If Awin and she are both here, then surely the others are too, right? Also, she's seen Awin in combat. She trusts him - they make a good team. Whenever they do find the others, she is confident that they can keep them safe. Together.]
A training exercise? Hmmm. A likely explanation. However, it still doesn't explain the lack of notice...
Mm. Let's find Marion, and everyone else while we're at it.
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( linca honey you know how to keep that from happening, right? don't jaywalk. just don't do it. figure out how traffic lights work and you're sure to find that you don't need to resort to needless violence against inanimate objects.
but then again, who are we kidding here. )
awin looks around him again, still trying to figure their situation out. he doesn't like not being in the know, even if he's frequently finding himself out of the loop back in colseit – why doesn't everyone include him in everything! gosh! – it doesn't keep him from wanting to find everything out. ]
Right. They have to be here … [ he's hopeful, at the very least. ]
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(she has to learn what jaywalking is first, in order to not do it. who wants to volunteer to teach her traffic laws?)
Linca doesn't like being uninformed, either. This is very troublesome, extremely suspicious and incredibly worrying. How is she supposed to protect and defend if she doesn't know where everyone is that she wants so badly to protect and defend...?
She only has so many friends. She has to keep them safe.
She hasn't even reached a quarter of her goal of 100 yet.But! Now they have a mission - to find everyone! She thinks she can manage that...]
Right. I haven't seen anyone else so far, so we can rule out that direction. [She points down the street - where she's just arrived from.] If we knew the area, I would suggest splitting up, but... In this case, I think it may be best to stay together. What do you think?