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Where's Mother? [Active]

Character(s): Yazoo, Olette, Ivy, and open to anyone around.
Content: Yazoo enters Paixao and gets a little pushy 'cause, hey, the boy does not do lines.
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Sunday morning.
Warnings: None at the moment.

With an almost childish scoff, Yazoo realized he hadn't recalled how he'd gotten here. One moment he'd been minding quite a bit of his own business, and the next he'd found himself staring at an excruciatingly long line a good five feet in front of him. Anything that had transpired between the changing of locations conveniently consisted of nothing more than darkness and emptiness; memories that didn't exist, that nagged at him the way confusion and complicated, intelligent matters nagged at a child.

In all honesty, he didn't care where he was. All he wanted to know was where Kadaj and Loz were, and whether or not this -- he took a moment to examine his surroundings with such disinterest he didn't bother retaining much of the information he took in, and stepped up to the back of the line -- place would hinder the plans that were crucial to Reunion.

He had plenty of time to wonder on these important matters, he found. Lots of time. Too much time. So much, in fact, he eventually ran out of things to think about and started all over again from topic #1.

One thing was for certain: this line wasn't cutting it.

With a snarky, holier-than-thou click of his tongue, he stepped from the line and proceeded toward the front, Hell-bent on bypassing anyone who wasn't worth his time, which just so happened to be everyone. Unfortunately, entrance through the oddly attractive gate wasn't so easy, and a hand was held up before him, blocking his passage. He glanced beside and behind him at the several people in the line who looked as though they wanted to rip his head off, then looked back at the man blocking him just in time to hear "Hello! May I have your name, ma'am?"

Insert a blank expression here, please and thank you. Have a nice day!

"Where is mother?" he asked, precise and to the point, as he stared the man down with a deceptively sweet expression. Again, his name was asked, and his question repeated, though the tone of his voice began to grow quite irritated by the fifth cycle.

Eventually, he caved in. "Yazoo- I don't care where I am- Where's Mother?" Again, his question went largely unanswered, instead replied to with a pathetically sympathetic expression as he was handed a small rectangular device, several pamphlets, and enthusiastic "welcome to Paixao!" greetings. This was all regarded with a confused expression, one that only seemed entirely too obvious as he stared up at the icy gate, his arms full of what he was sure was useless garbage.

This was...

He pouted for a moment, figuring Loz and Kadaj had had to endure the same problem and must have already entered the city. The thought was encouraging and he passed through the gate with an alarmingly superior "I couldn't care less~" attitude, without muttering so much as a "thank you" to those who had offered him these strange gifts.

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Well, this was quite a fix Olette had gotten herself into. She'd gotten seperated from her friends somehow the previous day, and had spent most of the rest of it wandering around looking for them. She'd finally spent the night at a less-than-five-star hotel, and found that she needed to get a job... and fast! She was pretty short on cash already. She was checking the messageboards for any job offers when she ran into someone.

Someone tall.

Someone taller than her.

Someone taller than her with silver hair and an attitude.

Olette picked her journal up off of the ground, making a mental note NEVER to play around with it while she was walking. Ever.

"I'm sorry mister, I wasn't looking where I was going...."

[Sorry for the late reply. ;-;!]

The abundance of mundane items were dropped to the ground as he'd been walked into, and he took a step back in order to regain the sliver of balance he'd managed to lose upon impact.

Oh, now why was it people here couldn't just play nice...? Were people getting in his way going to be a constant problem, or- Oh, she was apologizing. The half-irritated expression that had taken over the features of his face began to soften, and he took a moment to look the girl over, then down at the pile of junk at his feet. "You're short enough not to miss anyone," he commented dryly as he kneeled to pick his own rectangular... thing from the ground, then straightened himself up. "Are these things-" he shook the object around carelessly, leaning down and toward her slightly to look her in the eyes, "really so interesting you can't pay attention to anything else?"

Pause. Wait.

...Chit-chat could come later. Right now, he needed to focus on important matters, matters that didn't include teasing strangers and picking pamphlets and other such things off the ground.

"Have you seen anyone else with silver hair? Maybe a boy with shoulder-length hair? Eyes like mine? I need to find him. His name is Kadaj. Or-" He half-smiled. Apparently everything he did was done in halves. "A taller man with short hair? He might have been crying if you saw him."

(( No problem~~~~! ))

Well, at least he didn't seem too mad. But the 'getting in her personal space' thing was just a mite bit unnerving.

"-really so interesting you can't pay attention to anything else?"

Face flushing in embarassment, Olette wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Have you seen anyone else with silver hair? Maybe a boy with shoulder-length hair? Eyes like mine? I need to find him. His name is Kadaj. Or-" He half-smiled. Apparently everything he did was done in halves. "A taller man with short hair? He might have been crying if you saw him."

Ah! Somebody else new to Paixao. Well, at least they had that in common. She thought for a moment. Silver hair? She hadn't seen any people like that in Paixao, other than him.... "No, I didn't. I'm sorry.... Oh! But I know where you can look."

What an interesting colour her cheeks had turned. He regarded the development with curiousity, a single brow raising as he examined her flushed face. It was kind of- what was that word? Cute? A bit, yes.

Not that he'd ever admit to thinking such. "Cute" was never important, Mother was.

Now that he took a moment to think on it, though, since when had he ever thought of anything that wasn't related to Mother or Reunion? Maybe this place was doing something odd to him. He'd have to make sure his thoughts remained focused now, it seemed, lest his thoughts stray elsewhere, the way they had just a minute ago.

Her answer was less than satisfactory, but he wasn't about to allow the disappointment to shine through, especially after she offered him at least a bit of help. Maybe she was useful. "...Oh? Where?"

"You know that little square thing?" Olette motioned to the device in his hands. "Well, you can use it to go to this... message board thingie. Here, look." She opened her own journal and moved over to his side so they could both see the screen. She accessed the messageboard and pointed out how to post.

"See, you can ask about them here. It's really useful! Oh, and you can post on this kind of... public journal. Thing. Get it?" She was fully willing to explain it again; she'd learned to be patient with people, especially with the hot-headed ones like Hayner.

He watched her quietly, soaking in the information like a sponge. A tall sponge. ...With silver hair and a Mommy complex.

Really, though, this little thing was capable of such communication? That was fascinating, and he looked down at his own "thing" with childish curiousity, flipping it open and attempting to mimic her actions. This all eventually led to a soft giggle escaping him, and he began to feel somewhat proud of this newfound knowledge.

Now, what was it people said when they were grateful for something? While he never really felt any need to say it before, this girl had offered him quite a bit of help, and had pretty much handed him all the information he needed to contact his brothers.

"Thank you," he said after a moment of silence.

"You're very welcome." This man seemed so... child-like, somehow, which struck her as odd; he appeared to be older than she was, and yet somehow he seemed younger. Maybe it was the giggle? The curious expression? Whatever it was, it poked at that maternal instinct all females had.

"So, if you don't mind me asking.... What's your name?"

"Yazoo," he said without much thought, obviously too preoccupied with this device of his to care for much of anything else at the moment. He wondered how long it would take his brothers to respond to any messages he posted, or if it was possible for anyone else to see them and respond. How easy would it be for him to be given false information?

He sighed softly and looked at the girl for a moment, then back at his journal. "Do you have a map?"

"Oh, there's one in the journal." Olette pointed to a relatively small, inconspicuous button in the corner of the screen. "Everybody has trouble finding it at first. I'm Olette, by the way."

'Hmm.... Yazoo, huh? Doesn't ring a bell. Well, I guess he's not someone I've forgotten. There seem to be a lot of memory problems going around....'

"Oh." Well, that was simple enough, wasn't it? He probably could have found it on his own if he'd pressed a few buttons long enough.

"Olette?" He'd have to remember that name, should he ever wish to seek her help for something. "I will be able to contact you through this, right?" He gave his journal system another little shake. "And you- if you see my brothers, you will tell them I am here?"

"I will be able to contact you through this, right?"

"Yes. You can contact anyone else that has a journal." Olette backed up this statement with an affirmative nod.

"And you- if you see my brothers, you will tell them I am here?"

"Of course! One of them was named Kadaj, right? And the other one's name was...." Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she tried to remember whether Yazoo had told her his other brother's name.

[We've got a few more pups jumping in sometime, so we'll want to keep an eye out for them. :D]

"...Loz. I would appreciate you telling them. It is important that I find them." He flashed a half-smile in attempt to seem polite and hospitable, though it probably wasn't too convincing. If anything, it looked quite forced.

...Then again, he wasn't the type who smiled all too often without doing so with quite a bit of sarcasm.

"You wouldn't want to make them mad," he informed her, suddenly thinking that the chances of the two of them taking kindly to someone outside the "family" would be slim to none. He'd only paid her any attention because of the help she offered, after all.

...Wow, that smile was kind of... creepy. Well, she couldn't blame the guy for at least trying to smile... and boy was he trying hard.

"You wouldn't want to make them mad."

"Ah." Olette tried hard not to let the sudden rush of nervousness she felt show, and barely succeeded. "Thanks for the warning. I'll keep an eye out for them."

(( ZOMG gotta go ta bed. D: C'YA IN THE MORNING! *will probably be on right after she wakes up* ))

Clarity was confused and transient, vanishing in the blink of a squinting eye after sensitive eyes encountered the thick, painful beams of wholesome light. The cool darkness provided by closed lids was a relief fated to be temporary...unlike the sharp, mind-throttling migraine that made its presence known when the sea and the sky met within those same eyes again.

It was a painting, reflective of a dream...

The tensing of muscles, accompanied by the dull ache that seized the majority of muscles within the body, contradicted the previous assumption and dared to dictate otherwise, prompting a startling realization: it wasn't a dream.

Immature panic melted away and allowed room for confusion to rise as slender fingers found the single most important treasure to be had in dream or reality. Clutching her beloved with a gloved hand, Ivy sat up slowly and allowed her eyes to fall upon what should have been the floor of Valentine Mansion. She had meant to move faster, but the contents within her skull lurched forward and warned against it. It was only after she found some solid piece of mind that she opened her eyes and made a startling discovery.

The floor had been misplaced, as well as the ceiling, and the text she had been deciphering for months was nowhere to be seen. Speaking of nowhere...

"The bloody Hell...!" The white-haired woman whispered, pushing the uneven white tresses from her left eye with her free hand as she stood. A quick study was made of her immediate surroundings. There was a gate composed of what appeared to be silver ice, a lengthy line of people likely waiting to enter a massive...structure, and nothing was familiar.

Sheathing her beloved with the utmost care, Ivy made her way to the line and walked alongside it, issuing a thousand 'heartfelt' pardons in passing. Had she received a thousand 'hearfelt' curses in response, she would not have been concerned. She was too busy trying to decipher the new puzzle into which she had fallen.

Ivy continued alongside the line, sparing the strangers a glance every now and then as if studying them...until she happened upon a rather cheeky looking fellow with a voice that grated upon her nerves.

"Hello! May I have your name, ma'am?"

"Where am I?" The thick British accent was as rich and thick as honey, but not quite as pleasant. A sliver of irritation was audible in her voice. Despite her...feelings, she managed to tack a semi-polite "sir" to the end of her question. The man, in turn, countered with his first question.

Same song, four verses later...

"Ivy. Now, where the bloody hell am I?" Irritation and frustration had won out. Ivy wanted an answer to the single, simple question. The least the man could do was tell her where--"Welcome to Paixao!" The man exclaimed with all the enthusiasm of an underpaid actor...perhaps not so much an underpaid actor as a comedically challenged clown--she was.

Several pamphlets and a small rectangular device were thrust into her hands with fervor, resulting in the raising of a slender brow. She opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't given the opportunity to do so due to the man's prompt cry of, "Next, please!"

Confusion, coupled with exasperation, encouraged her to take those few steps through the gate and into this "Paixao" place. It wasn't as if there was another place she could have gone. She didn't even know where on Earth she was. "Paixao" was a very vague answer. It was also useless to her, considering she had never heard of a "Paixao"; though, the dialect sounded vaguely familiar. The migraine discouraged her from considering the matter further as she studied her surroundings with care, her blue eyes dropping to the pamphlet every few moments to soak in what little -- and prevailingly useless -- knowledge the paper offered.

The people were...monotonous. Blond hair, blue eyes, and startlingly pale skin were constant features of the city's inhabitants. The style of clothing was unfamiliar, as well. She hadn't seen anything quite like it in her travels. Such monotony was absurd.

The longer she walked, the more solid her belief that she would find no one that wasn't blond-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned, and oddly dressed. Just as she was about to give up, a sliver of brown caught her eye. There were two of them, two deviants standing on the walkway. They, too, were unfamiliar; however, Ivy hadn't thought to look for anyone she knew. People that she knew were not the sort one would seek willingly, certainly not under the present circumstances.

Slowing her pace a bit, Ivy continued to approach the duo at a slightly slower pace. She noted what appeared to be nervousness clouding the brunette's features; though, she couldn't imagine why. The silver-haired girl didn't seem hostile to be hostile...or perhaps the two were in a situation similar to her own? Perhaps...

There was only one way to find out.

"Pardon me, ladies," Ivy said, coming to a halt a few steps from the two, "I couldn't help but notice...you aren't from around here." She didn't bother questioning an apparent fact. Their clothing was different, yes, but not the same as the monotonous individuals. Lifting her eyes to meet theirs, she did not bother softening her accent; though, she did allow some softness into her features. After all, she didn't want to scare the poor dears. "Would you happen to know anything about this place? ...Other than the name?"

Olette turned to look at this newcomer. Before the woman even spoke, she knew that she was not a native; the different coloring always gave it away.

"Pardon me, ladies," Ivy said, coming to a halt a few steps from the two, "I couldn't help but notice...you aren't from around here."

"...Ladies?" She blinked, a confused expression slipping onto her face. She looked over at Yazoo, as if to ask for help, but then realized why the newcomer had been confused; he was rather... feminine. She cleared her throat, cheeks reddening slightly in embarassment; embarassment for the woman, that she made such a mistake, and embarassment for Yazoo that he was mistaken for a woman.

She cleared her throat, attempting to frame her next statement in the least embarassing or offending way possible. "Um...." Very eloquent.

"Would you happen to know anything about this place? ...Other than the name?"

"He'saguy." she blurted out, immediately afterwards changing the subject to the woman's question. "I don't know all THAT much about this place, but that thing," She motioned to the little square. "is a journal. An electronic journal. There's this... messageboard. Thing." She cleared her throat again. It was a little hard to talk with that embarassing moment still fresh in her mind; she'd never dealt particularly well with things like that.

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[OH. CRAP. It's Sunday morning, and Souji came in on Sunday night!! >_< Um, would it be okay if you could change it to Sunday night instead? I am so very sorry to inconvenience you! If it's not possible, then I'll delete Souji's response :D ]

[Very sorry for such a late reply. ;-; I'm not sure I can change it. I think it'd complicate Olette's being there and the like. ;o; I'm sorry.]

Will reply tomorrow. XD Being kicked.

[LOL, no problems! ^__^ Thanks anyway! <--Is Okita-mun, only too freaking lazy to sign out ^^;;; ]

Once again, he'd slipped into a stage where he paid little attention to anything that wasn't his business; the newcomer had nearly gone completely unnoticed, and would have been ignored if not for her addressing the two of them.

...Wait, had she called him a woman?

He ceased the pressing of buttons on his journal device and forced his gaze upward, though the blank stare he initially shot in her direction soon evolved into something resembling shock. Her hair... It reminded him so much of Kadaj. How odd. What was this... feeling nagging at him? He felt such a strong need to be near his brother now that he thought of him again, a need that wasn't related to Mother or Reunion, a need that had nothing to do with obligation. He wanted to be near him.

What was this...? He had never felt it before.

Eventually, he pulled himself from his daze and lowered his gaze to the woman's chest, then looked down at his own. "Hah." He tilted his head to the side as his gaze then rose to her face, a half-smirk tugging at a corner of his lips.

"You will find that Olette is very helpful," he commented as the younger girl finished. "She is quite smart and can even tell the differences between genders. I have no idea where she came across such knowledge." While it may have seemed like he was blatantly insulting the so-far nameless woman, the tone in his voice suggested humour and was laced with a quiet giggle.

"I know only what she's told me, which is the same information she just told you." A casual shrug rolled off his shoulders and he resumed pressing random buttons, then eventually closed the thing and looked around for a place to store it. This, of course, resulted in him circling in place a small number of times before he gave up and simply held it. "Where are you supposed to put these?"

Had Ivy not been the victim of a migraine of seismic proportions, she might have regarded the man with contempt. Instead, she fixed her gaze on him in order to discern the nature of his words and wound up watching him circle in place for a moment. Had it not been for the migraine, she might have been a little more than slightly amused by his...antics.

Ivy bit her lower lip, having already anticipated the information as being inconclusive. It wasn't difficult for Ivy to understand the concept of an effeminate male or a journal. Such things existed, but what was "electronic"? A"messageboard"...? It had to be a place where people put messages, but how did it relate to "electronic"?

With a light sigh, she turned the bulk of her attention to the girl again.

"Olette, is it? My name is Ivy." Anticipating the usual social formalities, she extended a hand. She paused a moment, glancing to the man. "A pocket perhaps? Do you have a name...sir?"

A half smirk appeared upon her face. It was at this time that she had to remind herself: all things in due time.

Olette let out a minute sigh of relief. At least Yazoo wasn't too mad at being mistaken for a woman; he actually seemed amused by it.

"You will find that Olette is very helpful," he commented as the younger girl finished. "She is quite smart and can even tell the differences between genders. I have no idea where she came across such knowledge."

Olette coughed to cover a badly stifled laugh, immediately afterwards clearing her throat.

"I know only what she's told me, which is the same information she just told you." A casual shrug rolled off his shoulders and he resumed pressing random buttons, then eventually closed the thing and looked around for a place to store it. This, of course, resulted in him circling in place a small number of times before he gave up and simply held it. "Where are you supposed to put these?"

Again she attempted to stifle a laugh, only barely succeeding. "I usually put mine in my pocket." She patted one of the large pockets on her pants. "Hmmm.... If you don't have one big enough, then...." She thought for a moment. That was quite a predicament. Carrying one of those things around all day would probably get pretty annoying.... "...Ah! If you have the money, you could get a bag or something."

"Olette, is it? My name is Ivy."

"Nice to meet you." She shook the offered hand, holding it only with a light grip.

"Do you have a name...sir?" Well, at least Yazoo's gender had been cleared up. Olette kept quiet, in case he did not feel like letting Ivy know his name.

"A pocket?" He didn't think he had one of those. His outfit hadn't been constructed with anything that wasn't needed, and he never really needed any extra space for anything other than his gunblade, Velvet Nightmare. Well, yes, that certainly meant he didn't have any, even on his pants. "I don't have a pocket."

He didn't know what this "money" was, either. Sounded a bit unimportant, considering he'd never heard of it before. What was with these people and overcomplicating things?

Huffing softly, he turned his attention from Olette to this Ivy woman and replied with a dull, bored tone: "Yazoo" before looking back at Olette. "Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?" Maybe it was in one of those 4,652,834,656 pamphlets he'd been given. He looked down at the boot-trodden, dirty pile at his feet and watched them curiously for a moment. Maybe those were the "money"...?

Ugh, this was stupid. He really didn't care. He could get a bag without money. He was cunning enough, after all.

"A pleasure, I'm sure." Ivy half stated, half murmured, a light drop of light sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?"

While issuing a snide comment concerning this Yazoo-person's lack of knowledge about currency might have seemed worthwhile, it would only hinder her. Ivy exercised some form of self-restraint and issued a brief, passive hand motion towards Olette, as if to say "your charge, dear".

After all, she could wait.

Ivy turned her attention to the aforementioned square. 'Journal, eh..?' She began to busy herself with the device, observing every little detail about it. There wasn't much to observe. How one recorded one's personal thoughts and feelings or posted messages on a board using the thing was beyond her. She had already decided she would ask Olette, but only after Yazoo was done. Until then, she would attempt it on her own...

Migraine and all.

"Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?"

Olette stared at him in disbelief, barely manging to keep her jaw from dropping. "Um...." was all she managed to say. How could she explain it? "Money is... what you give people in exchange for stuff. Like, um...." She pulled her hand-made bag that served as a makeshift purse out of her pocket. She tugged it open and fished around in it. Besides munny, she often kept other little knick-knacks in there, and it made it a little hard to find things.

After moving a bunch of different colored strings, (for when she had a sudden urge to make a bracelete) her fingers found a ten munny orb. "Ahah!" She brought it out of the bag and held it out for Yazoo to see. "There are a lot of kinds of money in Paixao, and this is one of them."

Olette's expression only confused him even more. Apparently, he was supposed to know about this money stuff. Well, whatever. He hadn't known because he hadn't needed to, right? Right. Wasn't his problem.

Or, rather, it hadn't been until now, because now it was most definitely his problem.

"Oh." He watched with mild interest as she dug around in her bag, his interest piquing as she pulled the orb out. It looked a bit like materia. Just a bit. Despite his sudden amount of interest in the object, he managed to keep himself from reaching out to grab it, though the urge to do so was certainly present. "I'll have to get some," he commented softly to himself, lowering his gaze thoughtfully to the ground.

"Thank you."

[Sorry for the late reply! XD And please get her away from that. I don't trust her not to become fixed upon it for hours at a time.]

The form of currency Olette displayed was curious, very curious. It was unlike any Ivy had seen, so she was understandably curious...curious enough to take a few steps forward for closer inspection.

Money usually came in the form of coins composed of bronze, gold, or silver, but this...? She wasn't even sure what to make of it.

"Forgive me," Ivy began, leaning forward slightly to peer at the sphere, "but I don't think I'm familiar with this form of currency...or your terminology." She tilted her head slightly at the sphere, studying it. An alchemist's curiosity was difficult to quell.

It didn't look like gold...or silver...or even bronze. In fact, the material itself didn't resemble any metal alloy she had encountered.

"Interesting..."

"You're wel..."

Olette got just a wee bit uncomfortable as Ivy began inspecting her munny.

"...come. Um...."

"Interesting..."

"You can take a look if you like." ~~Anything to get you out of my personal space~~. She held out the little orb to Ivy.

(( ZOMG sorry for the slowneeeeessss! D: Had a headache most of yesterday. >_< ))

[Sorry for the late reply~ We had a family member pass away. :/]

Well, this certainly was a good seven kinds of "special," wasn't it? Watching Ivy all but drool over the object was relatively amusing to Yazoo, though it remained pretty well-hidden behind a blank expression. Regardless of his apparent lack of interest, he watched her quietly, occasionally taking a moment to watch Olette.

It wasn't too long before he decided he best be getting off somewhere. As much as he was enjoying this entertainment, he had people he needed to find, didn't he?

"I'm going to have to leave now. I've got people I need to find."

(( D: ))

"I'm going to have to leave now. I've got people I need to find."

"Ah.... Alright. I'll see you around, then. It was nice meeting you, Yazoo. I'll keep a look out for your brothers." Olette felt a little awkward; he was leaving her alone with someone she didn't know. It wasn't like she knew him much better, it was just... the principle of the thing. Nevertheless, she smiled warmly at him and sent a little wave with her free hand.

There was a certain sharpness in Ivy's gaze as she lifted her eyes and watched Yazoo off. Brothers...? If the man had brothers, she would likely recognize them when she saw them. His hair color was peculiar, now that she thought about it, and if it was a trait of his family...

Not that it mattered.

Ivy paused before taking a step back from Olette. Curiosity killed the cat, or so it was said...not that she believed in such ridiculous statements. She rolled her shoulders back and drew in an even breath. Just what was it about this place that made her so uneasy? Fresh goosebumps dotted her skin, but the accompanying shiver was suppressed.

Whatever it was, she couldn't allow it to get the best of her.

"About your terminology...'electronic'?" She tilted her head to the side, her expression softening a bit. Right. Amiability...she could attempt it.

"Thank you. It was... nice to meet you both." He smiled faintly at Odette and spared Ivy one last gaze before he turned on his heel and began to wander off. Truthfully, he probably wasn't going to go very far, as he wanted to save a bit of time for messing around with this journal thing of sorts.

Had he known any better, he wouldn't have wandered off and left Olette with Ivy, but, as of now, he felt no real duty to sticking by her side. ...Though there was a peculiar feeling that he couldn't quite place, and second thoughts that he found himself needing to ignore as he left the two behind.

He'd have to meet up with her later, he supposed.

Olette was considerably relieved when Ivy leaned back, but suppressed the sigh of relief threatening to escape her mouth.

"About your terminology...'electronic'?" She tilted her head to the side, her expression softening a bit.

'She doesn't know what electronic means? That's strange.... Oh! Maybe she's from somewhere where they don't have electricity. Man, how am I supposed to explain it?'

She placed the munny orb back in her bag, and the bag back in her pocket. "Electronic is... um...." If she'd known she was going to have to explain so many things to people that day, she would have brought along a dictionary. "It's like.... It runs on it's own, without..." One hand played with a few strands of her hair. This was difficult. If Ivy's world didn't have electricity, then what did they use? Olette could only hope it wasn't something she'd never heard of.

"It works without oil or whatever. It's like... wireless communication. Like a letter, but faster." She shifted her weight to one leg. "...Much faster."

[O_O I am SO sorry for the overly late reply. @@]

Ivy glanced down at her journal briefly, tilting her head slightly at it. How could such a small thing be faster than a letter? And what did wires have to do with communication? ...Perhaps it was best not to ask. The device worked. That was what mattered.

"I see. And," She paused, looking up at Olette again, "the...'messageboard'?"

She turned the device in her hands once more, putting aside thoughts of taking it apart for examination. That could wait.

"Ahh...." Olette pulled her journal BACK out of her pocket, making a mental note not to put it away until this curious woman was gone. She opened it and showed Ivy the same thing she'd showed Yazoo. "...and you can write little messages and post them up so other people can see them. Got it?"

(( Um.... Um.... Sorry, but I'm just gonna say they went their seperate ways, cause I've got plans and... yeah. Really sorry for the ditch-ness! D: ))

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