A new adventure begins... [completed]

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Character(s): Belle and anyone that wants to pop in.
Content: Belle’s entrance to Paixao
Setting: Niflheim gate and that area.
Time: Afternoon, Week 2

‘Where am I?’ Belle wondered as she stood up.

The last thing she remembered was walking along in the woods around the castle. She had decided to go on a little adventure and explore the are more and it was fun for awhile, until she slipped down a hill and hit her head. When she opener her eyes she didn’t see the woods anymore. She saw...

A line. She started walking towards the line, pausing every so often to stand on her tiptoes trying to see what the line was for. All she could see was a gate. This made Belle quite curious as to what could possibly be on the other side of the gate that made all these people stand in line. And so patiently too.

She stood in line for a bit, but the line moved quite slow so she decided to go to the gate to see if this was something she really wanted to get into. As she got closer she decided that it did not quite look very welcoming, but it did look...interesting. She had never seen anything like it before. ‘It looks like something out of one of my books. I seem to have stumbled upon my very own adventure.’ 

When she got to the front of the line she tried to peer beyond the gate.

“Miss I need your name if you’re going to enter.” The mann behind the booth said.

“Oh, I was just wondering what was going on here. I’m not–“

“Name please” The man said cutting her off.

“Belle. Can you just tell me what is going on?”

“All information can be found in the brochures”

Belle picked up some brochures and looked at them. “Paixao” She read. Belle had never heard of such a place. She looked questioningly at the man but all he did was hand her a small blue rectangle. She took it and looked at the gate. She was very curious about this place but she didn’t want to go too far from home without letting anyone know where she was. But she couldn’t see the forest to get back home. Perhaps someone would know how to get home inside this place.

Once inside the gate, Belle looked around. All she could see ahead of her were average sized houses. She couldn’t see anything special about the place, but she walked on because there just had to be something about this place. She wouldn’t be here if she weren’t meant to be.

Belle kept walking towards the town in search of someone or some place that might give her more information about the place she was in. Looking around at the people she noticed that they all looked the same. All of them with blonde hair and blue eyes. Once again she was in a town where she stuck out like a sore thumb. Anyone would notice her wavy brown hair in this crowd. Even her blue dress was quite different than the clothes these people wore. She kept looking around taking everything in, hoping she would find a friendly face, among the blondes. But they didn’t even seem to notice her.

But this wasn’t the first time in Belle’s life that she received strange looks from town members. She would find someone to help her though...she was almost sure of it.

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Subaru puts away his journal for a moment, looking up at Belle when she asked him a question. His regard for courtesy has dwindled over the years, but old habits die hard, after all. "I... was wandering around Tokyo," he starts, looking down on his lap in slight embarassment. "I do that often; walking and smoking and thinking. Then I found myself in the middle of a forest just outside the domes." He contemplated telling her why he was so caught up in his thoughts that night, but figured that she didn't ask so he doesn't need to tell. Subaru does not want her to pity him because he hallucinates about his sister and Seishiro.

"Tokyo is not my hometown," he tells her, looking out the window to avoid her gaze. It might be impolite, but he cannot stand looking back into the eyes of anyone anymore. Kyoto is his hometown, but it is actually Tokyo that he regards as home. There used to be Hokuto there, and Seishiro, and the two of them were what home is in Subaru's mind, "but I love Tokyo."

He wonders how he can love a city that has taken everything away from him. It was in Tokyo that he was branded as the victim of the Sakurazukamori. It was in Tokyo that he met Seishiro, who stole him away. It was Tokyo that took away his twin sister from him. Subaru smiles bitterly, "Because, no matter how ugly and dirty it is, or how deadly and sinful... Tokyo is beautiful." He remembers saying those very words nine years ago.

"Tell me about your home," he finally turns to her and manages a smile, although it does not reach his eyes. Subaru has never been anywhere other than Tokyo and Kyoto in his life, and he probably never will, so it would be nice to hear stories of places out there.

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Belle listened to him, curiously. His way of getting here seemed a lot more confusing than her way. She could rationalize this whole experience, saying she hit her head too hard. She hadn’t been entirely sure that, that wasn’t the case anyway. Then she heard his story and her whole theory vanished. She had really been stuck there.

She looked at him as he spoke. He looked sad. She felt bad for having brought up painful memories, though she wasn’t sure how she did that. And she really did want to hear more about Tokyo. But it had been clear that he wanted to move on, so she didn’t press the issue.

“I actually moved recently.” She still didn’t quite trust him enough to tell him about the palace. His mood changed way too often. “But the town I lived in was very small. Everyone knew everybody’s business. They were nice enough, but my father and I weren’t exactly the favorites. At least not by anyone worth being noticed by. No one liked that I read a lot. And my father is a fantastic inventor. But the town thought he was a bit...eccentric.” What did that town know anyway? No one appreciated her father for what he really was.

“The bookkeeper was the nicest though. He let me borrow a new book everyday. He even let me keep one” She hoped she didn’t bore him. Her story was much more interesting than that. But she had been warned that there were dangerous people here. And to let anyone know she was a princess screamed bad idea. She could tell he wasn’t giving her every detail of his life, so she didn’t see the need to tell him everything. They weren’t friends yet. If they ever got to know each other better she’d tell him the whole story she thought.