http://myfearsmylies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] myfearsmylies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-09 01:29 am
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Just when she was finally remembering... [Completed]

Character(s): Kairi, Megara, anyone who wants to join
Content: Oh look, it's ... not Destiny Islands.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Week 2, afternoon
Warnings: Nothing from Kairi anyway.



She was dizzy, that was the first thing she noticed. The second was the chatter going on around her and none of the voices were ones she was expecting. She expected to hear Selphie, if anyone. But when Kairi, trying to see through the blur, called out for her friend, there was no response and none of the other chatter died down.

When things finally stopped spinning she found herself staring up and then the wave of dizziness kicked in for one final shot and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"This... isn't..." she gaped at the large domes and her gaze lastly keyed in on the gate and the small gathering of people where the chattering had been coming from. Not Destiny Islands, or Traverse Town, or any of the other short list of worlds she had been to.

Perhaps she should have just stayed still when she first started to get a headache back home... this just didn't seem fair. She finally, after nearly a year, remembered his name and then this happens.

...did that mean Sora was here?

Slowly, Kairi picked herself up from the ground, collecting her thoughts - which was easier than she thought after the pileup of memories that just filed back into her mind again.

Confidence. Sora had to be here; it's the only explaination she had for even being somewhere other than her island.

She would have remembered some storm sucking her away, and it's not like she woke up from a coma.

...or she was... pretty sure she hadn't.

Finally, Kairi moved towards the line, and it was the unusual ruffle of clothing that made her stop again - the new realization that the comfortable cling of clothing was not quite there anymore, but... it all was still hers.

With a splurge of Sora-style.

Stupid boys.

Kairi sighed, stretching out her arms to try and get use to the different feel, and brought back the confidence from before with a strong smile on her face.

Now if only she could will the line just to go a little bit faster.

She wanted to find them: her friends. Sora... Riku... They were here. She could... feel it.


[identity profile] little-nutmeg.livejournal.com 2006-09-13 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
This was ... not Greece.

Megara raised an eyebrow as both hands rose to rest on her hips and she slowly began to scan her surroundings, her sight eventually freezing on the exceptionally long line before her. ...This was not happening.

She had places to be.

How had she even gotten here? She was supposed to be on her way to visit Hercules; she had "weaknesses" she needed to find, but she couldn't recall anything after leaving Hades until the point she realized she was very much not where she needed to be.

Gods, Hades is going to kill me...

She sighed in exhasperation and decided to move toward the front of the line, determined to get answers, and politely stared the man standing by the gate down. "Excuse me," she started with as sweet a tone as possible, "Can you tell me where I am?"

"Niflheim Gate, Ma'am. May I have your name?"

Megara gazed up at the gate made of what looked to be ice, then back to the man, then up at the gate again. "Nifleheim" wasn't in Greece. "...Can you tell me how to get back to Greece?"

"Greece?" The man seemed confused. "I need your name, Ma'am, in order for you to enter Paixao."

"I don't want to enter Pie-Zow. I want to get back to Greece."

"There is no Greece around here, Ma'am. May I plea-"

"Are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today?" She interrupted him, her tone anything but polite, as she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

[identity profile] little-nutmeg.livejournal.com 2006-09-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
She was about ready to let loose and give the man a piece of her mind when she felt a tap on her back, and curiously glanced over her shoulder at the girl. Inside...? She supposed there was no other place to go. ...Maybe she could get back to Greece through this Pie-Zow place, anyway. After all, she couldn't have wandered off too far. Greece had to be a few miles West ... or North? East? South? One of those. In either case, she was positive she could get some information from someone who knew what they were talking about.

"All right, all right~ Hold your horses, kid," she said, then turned back to the gate guy. "The name's Megara." He ushered her through the gate and she took the offered journal device, examining the thing with a careful eye. It looked useless, but, hey, she'd been wrong before, and she knew that all too well.

When she'd finished ogling the strange device, she finally looked up to scan the area, her jaw dropping slightly at the sight before her. Certainly not Greece, or anything like it. The people were dressed oddly -- come to think of it, that girl who had approached her was dressed oddly, as well -- the buildings were odd, parts of the landscape looked ... Ugh, she didn't even want to try to think of a word for it.

"Peachy," she said with a sigh, obviously far from amused. "This is just what I needed."

[identity profile] little-nutmeg.livejournal.com 2006-09-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You think this place is amazing? You should see Thebes during rush hour," she replied dryly, crossing her arms over her chest. She needed to decide her next course of action -- and fast. Though she was certain Hades could find her regardless of where she was, he'd rather he not find her while she was being unproductive and otherwise lazy.

She'd rather not wind up burning at the stake. That honor belonged to Pain and Panic.

"I take it you haven't been here before, either?" Oh, this was great. This would get her far. Nothing advanced as quickly as a pack of lost and confused imbeciles who had no idea where they were going or why they were going there. Ah, well, company was company, wasn't it?

"Hey, kid," she called out, smiling, "you got a name to go with that gape?" All right, so she was a little more snarky than usual, but she was irritated. It wasn't her fault.

[identity profile] little-nutmeg.livejournal.com 2006-09-13 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
“Kairi?” Well, that was an interesting name. She took the girl’s offered hand in her own and shook it gently. “Megara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” At least as much a pleasure as possible, given the unfavorable situation. The girl’s comment on Thebes being a “world” was, for the most part, ignored – she didn’t want to wind up thinking she was spending her time around a nutcase. Thebes might have been a large, problem-infested city, but it certainly wasn’t its own world.

“I’ve never heard of this place, either. I’m just hoping it gets me back to Greece.” ...Or that Hades could find her here. But then, she wondered if he’d have to go through the same trouble she had. That “I need your name” routine was enough to send anyone into a fit of rage; she didn’t want to think about what it’d do to Hades. Ooooh. Ouch. she shuddered slightly at the thought.

“Hey, kid, you planning on sticking around here? I need to find an exit and search down Wonderboy.”

[identity profile] little-nutmeg.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
“Good luck with finding those friends of yours.” She watched the girl for a minute or so, attempting to decide whether to continue to give her company or get to figuring more important things out– like this journal of sorts– and try to find a way back to Greece. ...Unfortunately, her eventual decision didn’t favour hanging around the girl and going back and forth with idle chitchat. “I’ve got this–“ she waved the device around, “to figure out, and I’ve got a train back to Greece I’ve got to hop on, so maybe we’ll see each other around.” In a place as large as this? Unlikely, but she wasn’t playing the Nice Girl routine.

She saluted her suddenly, flashing a charming smile. “It’s been a real slice.” She turned on the heels of her sandals, then, and casually strolled away to take a seat a good 30 or so feet away from the girl. The journal was opened shortly thereafter and Megara then attempted to figure it out. “Piece of cake,” she said to herself.