paixaorpg | Family Reunion? No, not quite. [Complete]

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Family Reunion? No, not quite. [Complete]

Character(s): The Prince, Jenet, Dante
Content: Jenet and The Prince reunite. What happens next? No idea.
Setting: Near Joutenheim Actua Are - N9
Time: Sunday Afternoon
Warnings: The Prince is capable of angst?

The Prince was glad his cousin, Ichigo, wasn't there or else he would probably have eaten her. Still, a friend would have been nice. The Prince felt so alone. Starving and alone. His stomach rumbled for the--who knew how many times it was now? The Prince had stopped counting. Even the fun of counting things had lost its appeal. Instead he wandered aimlessly through the streets of... that Pie place. What was it called again? Pie, pie, pie-something. Pie. The Prince could use a pie. Or any type of food for that matter. Again he wondered why the name of the city would include something it so lacked. What a horrible city. A horrible, no-pies city. No-pie.

He continued down the streets of No-pie, before coming to a stop and sitting down. He sat with his legs curled up so he could rest his head on top of his knees. He stared at the ground for a long moment before covering his face with his arms. After hours of walking and little sleep, The Prince was starting to feel the effects. It was too bright out. He wished his father was there to turn off the sun or was just there to be with him. He wished he could do home.

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Jenet had gone outside to get some fresh air after finally waking up from yesterday's extended nap. Not only was she wide awake, but fully recovered from the hangover as well. Her sense of balance was back to normal, the fatigue was gone, and she was actually enjoying having the sun shining down on her. Everything was back how to it was supposed to be, except for the whole "not being in Vanaheim anymore" thing. But Jenet knew better than to let such trivial details get in the way of enjoying herself on such a beautiful day.

"Alright then. I need to be extra active so that I can make up for all the time I lost yesterday! No thanks to my stupid hangover." After mumbling that last part, she looked around for a moment. "Damn, I don't recognize any of these buildings..." She thought about it for a moment, but ended up shrugging her shoulders. "Ah well, I think I'll have a nice walk through the streets and see what I can find."

A map would've probably come in handy, or some directions. And yet, Jenet pressed on, not stopping for either of those.

The Green Dragon had officially won the honored and nigh-unattainable position of BEST DRINK EVER in Dante’s mind. He had never had a drink that could knock him out of commission for almost two solid days. Dante prided himself on his high tolerance of all things alcoholic. It was among many of the boons that being half-devil brought to the table. But that drink had taken him for one wild ride, all right. Of course, it would have been much better if he could remember most of that ride.

It couldn’t have been that bad if the two of them had made it back to a hotel, checked in, and got to their room without incident. And better yet, Dante was able to find that nothing valuable was missing. He was able to locate his prized weaponry pretty easily. (Leaving things in the bathtub was pretty uncreative, especially for Dante’s raucous drunk side.) The clincher: his coat wasn’t ruined. So they were able to make it to a toilet when the drinks got too strong. That Green Dragon was definitely special.

Dressed and equipped properly once again, and completely hangover-free, Dante decided to stick around Jenet some more. She was a fun chick, all right. Who knew what fun they’d run into, now that they were back on their feet? Sure, Dante was used to being on his own and taking charge, but this girl had shared not only a night but also a bed with him. They did nothing, of course, but still! That was progress, especially in a weird place like this.

Once outside the hotel, though, Dante was surrounded by unfamiliarity. This certainly wasn’t the Vanaheim area. He’d started getting familiar with that place, too. This wasn’t it. Maybe it was time to reevaluate the glories of those Green Dragons. What had happened?

Dante came up behind Jenet’s right shoulder, looking warily from side to side. “Jenet, did we take some sort of field trip the other night?” That was as close as he’d get to admitting he was lost.

The Prince must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew he was picking himself off the ground. He yawned, squinting up at the sunlight again. He couldn't have been asleep for very long, since he was still pretty tired. But the little nap had given him enough strength that he decided to move on again. It was better than staying in one place at the very least.

He could tell that the train had let him off in a different place than where he had been previously, but he hadn't realized just how unfamiliar it would be. The world looked especially large and hostile now that he was alone. The Prince pouted, lip shaking, and he knew that tears would soon be coming. He tried his best to hold them back, but when water started to form at the edges of his eyes he quickly wiped it away with his scarf. It was a comfort to him, that scarf, so he kept it against his face a little longer. He couldn’t see where he was going now, but that hardly mattered to him anymore.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Dante. I could've sworn we were in Vanaheim before leaving for the bar. But oy... I don't remember any of these buildings being here last Friday!"

She scratched her head and thought about it for a moment. "It's all still a blur, but I definitely remember the two of us being drunk last night and... that's about it." Jenet shrugged her shoulders. She really wasn't recalling anything else besides that obvious fact. "But you know, that's probably why were here. I mean, people always do crazy shite when they're drunk, right? And I don't know about you, but that sure was one hell of a drink."

It really was something. Just what the hell did they put in it? Whatever it was, Jenet was feeling pretty thankful that she was a seasoned drinker. She probably would've ended up with alcohol poisoning and who knows what else if she wasn't. Being stuck in some hosptial here wasn't a very pleasnt thought.

"Don't worry though..." She grinned and nudged him gently on the ribs with her shoulder. "I won't tell anybody that I carried you over here. It'll be our little secret, alright?"

Dante laughed. For all he knew, that may have been true. Imagining Jenet carrying himself for any amount of time was hilarious. “Hey, it’d better be,” he said, grinning. “There are people out there who’d use that kind of information against me.”

They must’ve done something pretty crazy to end up in this place. How close were they to Vanaheim, where they’d started out? Those Green Dragons were wild. Definitely rated a ten out of ten.

Anyway, they needed a map. Dante could have sworn he’d seen a map recently. But that was kind of blurry now, as were most things in his recent memory. He was lucky he even recognized this place as being unfamiliar. Streets. People. Buildings. It was very similar to Vanaheim, wherever they were. At least this city had a certain unifying quality. Maybe the same people had designed this area as well as the Vanaheim area. He’d probably never find out for sure, though. He wasn’t interested to that extent, really. Demons were much more exciting. Where were they?

“Hey, Jenet, you getting hungry? It’s been awhile since we had anything to eat.” Dante couldn’t remember eating at the bar anyway. That meant his last meal was a whiiiiiile ago. No wonder his stomach decided to announce its hunger. “We should get a snack or something soon.” As in really soon. He hadn’t felt so hungry in ages. Ravenous was a better word. Maybe it was another side effect of those Green Dragons. They’d been too hung over to feel anything else before.

The Prince rounded another corner. He was now even more lost than he had been previously. Though really, this whole no-pies place was confusing. Even if he had still been back in... wherever he was before, there's no way he would have been able to get around without someone with him. He sighed, finally lowering the scarf from his eyes. The Cosmos was much, much easier to navigate.

Now that the scarf was no longer obscuring his view, he was able to see two people walking ahead. One of them looked oddly familiar. The Prince couldn't place it. Oh, wait! It was a most royal color that the person wore. Royalty could always tell other royalty. This must have been where the familiarity came from. The Prince smiled for the first time since leaving the train, happy that something finally made sense.

Something drew him out of his thoughts. Now the man was talking, and The Prince heard one word which made his mouth water. Snack. The Prince had never been one to listen to common sense (it was doubtful he had any) and he was too tired and hungry to care about talking to strangers, so as soon as the man mentioned food The Prince was running up to him.

He stopped at the man's side and lightly pulled on his sleeve, "You're getting food? Let The Prince come too!" He looked up at the man with his best 'I'm so cute' face and said the magic word, "Please?" So great was his concentration on the man that The Prince still hadn't recognized the woman walking beside them.

"Hungry, me...?"

The mere thought of food made Jenet's mouth water and made her aware of her own hunger. Now that she thought about it... When was the last time she had gotten something in her stomach? The last she remembered eating was on Friday noon before heading off the bar with Dante. Who knew if she had actually eaten anything while there, or if it had actually stayed inside her. It sure as hell didn't seem likely though, especially with how hungover she had felt yesterday.

With Friday's meal flushed down a toilet or lying in a bucket somewhere, and after spending all of yesterday sleeping in her room... It meant that she hadn't had anything to eat for over two days now.

"You know... That's a pretty damn good idea. I'm starving!" But where to go? New surroundings meant new places to see and visit. And while Jenet could appreciate those things, it would've been even better if she had some way of getting straight to wherever the food was, especially with the two of them getting more and more hungry with each passing moment.

"Well, we might as well start searching.”

She turned around and looked for anybody who might be able to tell them where to get some food. Yet before she could do any kind of interrogating, Jenet’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a rather familiar voice.

“Huh, I must be so hungry that I’m hearing things. I could’ve sworn that was…” She shook her head and shrugged it off. There was no way it could’ve been him. “Nah, nevermind.” After facing Dante again however, Jenet was able to see that her suspicions weren’t as farfetched as she initially thought.

“Prince?!” she yelled out, making almost everybody near the piratess give her confused and puzzled looks. “What in blazes are you doing all the way over here?”

Dante had to agree that Jenet’s idea of looking for food right there, right now, was about the most brilliant idea he’d ever heard. It was just shy of being the best idea ever, actually. He was hungry enough to start gnawing on his own coat when his sleeve was pulled on.

Now, this was something that usually never happened. Once most people saw the sizeable sword on his back, they decided to give him a large berth. Even when he was going without it, the bright red coat and the white hair usually gave a loud enough hint that he shouldn’t be touched. Sometimes it was even his expression alone that kept people away. So the coat tug was a surprise.

He looked down at the tugger and immediately saw huge eyes. There was some kid tugging on his sleeve. He had the biggest eyes ever, slightly disheveled hair, and a scarf too. But it was the eyes that made the biggest impression. Big eyes or no, he was about to get a boot in the face. Dante didn’t like hangers-on. He’d met many of the sort in bars here and there. Always the one who asked you for another round, or just a little bite to eat. They could be women who pretended to be interested, or they could be drunk guys looking for just one more. In this case, it was some random kid who spoke in third-person. The Prince? The hell!! Was that actually his name?

All thoughts and intentions of violence were halted when Jenet burst out with recognition. Apparently Coat Tugger’s name was Prince. Dante looked back and forth between Jenet and the little guy. Now this was an odd turn of events.

Dante pried The Prince’s little fingers off his coat. “Easy there, Tiger. Jenet, who is this kid? Some friend of yours or something?”

"Queen Jenet!" The Prince cried, after Dante had pried his fingers off. He quickly ran over to her side. "The Prince is so happy to see you! He has been all alone!" He bounced around at her side, his energy strangely replenished (in that way kids are).

"The Prince was on a train with Mr. Auron and then only The Prince was on the train and Mr. Auron wasn't and he didn't know where Mr. Auron had gone and..." He took a breathe, pausing in his mile-a-minute speech. "So The Prince got off the train and he walked around. He was very tired and hungry but he kept walking then he thought about eating Ichigo but she wasn't there, and then he wanted Father to turn off the sun but he wasn't there either." He then turned to Dante and said cheerfully, "The Prince isn't a tiger! The Prince is The Prince!"

[ ooc: Sorry for the confusion. Being as he is The Prince, it's intentional. And The Prince seems to like guys with huge swords. What...? XD ]

Jenet nodded at Dante. "Uh, yeah... you could say that. We met when I first came here a couple of days ago and we've been hanging around each other ever since." She saw the Prince head on over to her, as energetic and bouncy as ever. Yep, there was no doubt about it. It was him alright.

"Calm down there kiddo, you're not making any sense." Come to think of it, when did he make sense? Anyways...

"First of all, what's this about Auron disappearing on you?" As 'interesting' as the Prince wanting to eat a girl named Ichigo and his father turning off the sun sounded like, Jenet wanted to know the answer to that question first. A responsible and mature, if a bit boring guy like Auron leaving a child behind? That didn't seem right at all.

So Prince was an acquaintance. Someone Jenet had bumped into when she first came to this weird place. All right, that made sense.

The Prince’s speech, however, did not. It sounded like the kid was on drugs, more than anything. Or maybe his hunger was getting to him. Dante guessed Mr. Auron was another that they’d met on their entrance. So the guy’d gone his own way, likely to escape this constant rush of words. Words and words and words! Wanting to eat someone called Ichigo? Turning off the sun? What?? In all his travels, he had never heard anybody speak the way Prince was. It was enough to make Dante’s head spin. Add to that the fact he was about the farthest thing from being a kid person, and that made him ready to smack the kid to make him shut the hell up. If only Jenet didn’t know him.

He crossed his arms. They really needed to get something to eat. Fast.

“Of course you’re not Tiger,” Dante said quickly. “So one of your friends left you behind, Prince? I’d be more than happy to hunt him down for you.” It’d finally be something to do, something that resembled his line of work. The more time he spent dallying around here in Paixao, the more money he lost. Besides, Trish might be around somewhere.

Whoa. That was the first time he’d really thought about her since getting here. His thoughts had been all about getting drunk off his ass (which he had done successfully) and hanging out with Jenet (which he had also done successfully, much to Lady’s chagrin, which had been completely worth it!).

Irresponsible? Forgetful? Never.

The Prince thought hard (well, as hard as he could anyway) for a moment, tugging absently on the side of his hat. "The Prince just went to sleep and when he woke up Mr. Auron was gone. The Prince looked for him all around the train but he wasn't there." He pouted and looked down at the ground. "The Prince doesn't think he likes trains anymore."

Suddenly an idea came to him. "The train must have eaten Mr. Auron!" he exclaimed, waving his arms madly, "But why didn't it eat The Prince or the other people?"

Despite the fact that the train hadn't eaten him, The Prince had become convinced that the train had eaten Auron. So when the man mentioned hunting The Prince knew just how to get Auron back. "Mr. Auron doesn't need to be hunted! He's not an animal. But the train ate him and so the train is the that needs to be hunted." He nodded for emphasis, sure that he had gotten his point across. He was about to say more, but was cut short as another thought came to the surface of his mind. "Your hair looks like old people's hair," he said, looking directly at Dante.

Oy, the more the kid talked, the less she understood him. It was actually getting kind of irritating... After all, she was really hungry and they weren't finding food any faster with them just standing there listening to the Prince. The Prince's constant energy and weird speech wasn't making her feel any more cheerful either.

But luckily, a little (actually, a lot of it) food would solve everything in a jiffy.

"Okay listen, as much as I want to hear your fascinating story about how Auron got eaten by a train." What sort of kid would ever come to that conclusion? Honestly. "We really should be finding a place to eat. Alright... guys? We can talk all we want then."

Yes, she wanted to eat, and fast. She imagined Dante must've been feeling the same way too. After all, a big, strapping young man like him must need a lot of food in his stomach.

[OOC: Hey guys, do either of you want to RP them eating in... wherever they end up in? Or shall we just imply what happened and move on? Either way is fine with me, really.]

“Yeah,” Dante agreed, pointedly ignoring the Prince’s comment about his hair. Who made comments like that, anyway? This kid had no manners. “When we find a restaurant, you can tell us all about this man-eating train, Prince.” How had he come to that conclusion? This Auron person probably walked off the train while Prince was asleep. At this point, Dante could hardly blame him. If it weren’t for Jenet, Dante too would be miles away.

Anyhow, the group still had no map and no sense of where the hell a restaurant would be in the area. But there had to be one. A city of any size had hundreds of eating establishments. All they had to do was find one. Finding one involved moving from the middle of the street and walking. They had to get going, now.

“Well, we’re not getting any food by just standing here.” Dante stepped around the Prince, randomly picking a road to travel and walking towards it. “Come on. Keep your eyes open for any place that looks like it might serve something edible.”

"It's an Auron-eating train, not a man-eating train," The Prince huffed. Well, as well as he could huff anyway. It was hard for someone so generally cheerful to sound at all irritated. The Prince's only concern was that the train had eaten Auron, although it didn't seem to have eaten any others. This should have been a red flag to him already, but in true Princely fashion he chose to ignore everything that didn't lead to his conclusion.

He perked up at another mention of food. "Oh yes, The Prince likes eatable things! Not-eatable things are usually hard, like rocks. The Prince doesn't like those so much."

The Prince ran ahead, keeping his eyes open. Though, to be honest, he wasn't doing a very good job looking for a place to eat. He kept on getting distracted by whatever lie in front of him on the street. And the plastic plants did not seem to want to yield to him when he tried to pry off some of their leaves.

[ooc: I'm up for implied eating, if that's the way you guys want to go.]

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