paixaorpg | A Stitch in Time [complete]

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A Stitch in Time [complete]

Character(s): Sandrilene fa Toren, Syaoran
Content: Sandry is not in Kansas anymore :O and has no Toto
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Midday.
Warnings: Noes.

Sandry's eyes lit up as she carefully unwrapped the cloth, peeling the brown paper back with a look of glee on her face. The package was ten yards of sea foam green silk, eight different colors of silk ribbon and twelve new spools of thread. She was putting together a new sewing back, as her old one was sorely depleted. She picked up the silk, marvelling at it (before scolding herself, because she was procrastinating) and then refolding it and tucking it into a side pocket of her bag. The bag itself was about as long as her forearm and had more pockets than anything ever needed.

Scissors, thread, ribbon, needles, buttons, any manner of anything that had to do with sewing or thread work was carefully tucked away into individual pockets. Then each pocket was pressed shut, and Sandry 'commanded' the cloth to stick to itself, more practical and easier than buttons or zippers. That done she slung the bag over her shoulders, pulling a bit of a face when it was heavier than she thought it would be. Oh well.

A hand straightened her light blue dress (black clothes tended to collect more lint than she wanted and it was such a pain to convince all of the lint to let go), and she adjusted the half-jacket slung around her shoulders. Her hair was loose today, and she somewhat regretted not pinning it back or tying it back. With a nod at herself in the mirror she went over to the door and slipped on a pair of boots. Soft boots, a gift from Lark as they were baby blue and didn't get dirty and were lined with fur.

"...Right, I should leave a note..." She said outloud, reaching over to grab a small sheet of paper and carefully print out 'Went out, will be back later. ~S' This was placed on the table under a cannister of pins and buttons. Sandry jumped a little, testing her bag again (it would be so inconvenient if it burst) and then grabbed the door handle and let herself out. She'd be back before dinner.

The first two steps out of the door were uneventful, but it was the third that sent Sandry reeling. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag, and when her foot came down to the ground again she was quite confused. This was not Traverse Town. This was outside, and there was a single road that lead to a ... dome? She followed the path, a little cautiously. If there were heartless she would have to be ready to defend herself. Instead, nothing. Somehow that was even more unnerving.

She came to what appeared to be a gate. Tentatively she took two steps forward, only to freeze in some surprise. This was not a domed city, but a ... warzone? The place was in a look of disarray and the people were strangely absent. Instead there were overturned tables and chairs, holes in buildings and white... things. White things that were chopping through the ground at a fairly alarming rate. Her hand went to her bag, but was distracted by a Psssssssst.

"...what?" Sandry asked, eyes still on the scene before her, hardly noticing the small booth next to her.

"Psssst, hey, jump over, quick." Someone was saying. Sandry raised an eyebrow, and briefly debated. Climbing over the partition would be harder in a dress, but it might be far easier than dealing with whatever was out there. With a mental sigh, she hiked up the dress and vaulted over. HA, proves any of those boys that were always saying that girls can't jump, wrong.

"...yes?" Sandry asked, blinking owlishly at the blonde man who was crouched on the other side of the booth. In his hands were a bunch of pamphlets and small rectangular devices. He tossed these at her, babbling at high speed. She only caught some of it.

"Welcome to Paixao! ... here are some pamphlets ... oh, and here's a journal, they're quite easy to work.... this is Joutenheim ... and here, take this ... and this... okay... you're ready!"

She was left blinking as he finished his explanation. A-a-ah. Well, she understood some of what he had said. Tucking most of the pamphlets away, Sandry pondered the journal, before putting it into a pocket as well. The man (who she assumed was the gatekeeper) began making shooing motions with his hands.

"Now go. Go, go go gogogogogogogogogogogogo."

And she went, once again hopping the counter. Though her landing was a bit less than graceful. Sandry wobbled a little, she hadn't jumped a counter in years, and it was showing. Her mentor, Lark, would have laughed at her. So. She had a journal. She had some pamphlets ... annnnd there were still weird creatures running around and this place still looked like a war zone.

Well, at least it wasn't heartless.

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It had happened in and instant… a blur… a flash… It was only yesterday that Syaoran found himself standing before a large, eloquently decorated gate leading into a city unlike any he had seen before. It toward over everything and was unlike any other world he had seen before, despite how many worlds he had, in fact, seen.

Before he arrived in the city, he was in the library of Lecourt Country. He had gotten Sakura’s feather. They were escaping the library’s guardians when Fai used magic and Mokona took them away…

… but where we the others? Fai? Kurogane? Mokona?

Sakura?

Worry and nervousness began to course through his veins as he wandered through the streets, mainly sticking to the area he had arrived in. What if something had happened to Sakura? He had sworn to protect her! She had to be here, right? Just like the others?

This had happened before though… Just like in the Country of Shura… He, Sakura, and Mokona were split up from Fai and Kurogane. They had found each other again. Why should it be any different?

Nevertheless, he had to find them. Syaoran would be able to use the little journal he had received yesterday to his advantage but then what? He had seen many people with them. Maybe it was just a custom of the world.

As he had done numerous times before, Syaoran passed in front of the very gate he had entered when he first arrived at the city. A girl suddenly rushed through the gate, as if being ushered through quickly.

"Hey, are you okay?" he called out to her.

Sandry turned her head a little, as ... Sandry? rang out ... in her head. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a bit of surprise. In her head? Who was talking to her? She had spoken with Lark, just once, that way. Mind to mind, through their magic, but she didn't recognize the voice. ... Who? She sent back through the tentative connection she could now feel. Actually, the more she explored, the more it became evident that this was more than just a thin thread of magic connecting them. And it was full of pain.

"...ah, ow..." Sandry shook her head, trying to clear it of someone else's pain. That was when a voice addressed her. A voice not in her head, thankfully, and she looked, to see a young man. Maybe even a boy, he looked young, that was for sure. "...I think... I'm sorry. Yes, of course I'm fine. Are you okay? I'm afraid I have no idea where here is... could you help me?"

Syaoran waited patiently when the girl took a few seconds to response. She seemed strange to say the least but wasn't that what it was normally like when you arrived in a new world? Everything was strange and new and that included the people...

... except the fact that this girl hadn't the slightest idea as to where they were.

"Well..." Syaoran shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't like he knew much about this city either. At least there was no reason to withhold that information. "I'm actually a traveler and don't know that much either but I know we are in Paixao. That and..."

Carefully, Syaoran pulled out a metallic device: the journal. It was certainly a strange device but he was sure that it would prove to be of some use or another. "Did you get one of these too? I've seen a lot of people carrying them around."

Oh. It seemed that he didn't know either. Sandry's brows furrowed together and she rubbed her nose a bit irritatedly. Not at him, of course, but at the situation. She was familiar with the concept of different worlds, but had only ever been on two. Her homeworld and Traverse Town. This was neither, and she hadn't meant to come here at all.

This said nothing but bad.

"...Paixao. I see..." Sandry shook her head again. She tried to force the 'other' out of her mind. It was a weird feeling, like an old friend, but she didn't recognize it. Ah, that would have be explored later. "...yes, the man at the gate just gave me one..." Sandry didn't bother to dig hers out, as it was tucked away in a pocket.

So he wasn't the only one that got it at the gate. How strange... Why would the world have a custom where everyone kept a journal, even the visitors? Not only that, but it seemed that many people here were not native to this world.

But how would that help him find Sakura and the others? If anything, it made the task even more difficult. Syaoran wanted nothing more than to find his friends again. He had only been split up with them once and then Sakura and Mokona were with him.

"So you're not from this world either?" Syaoran asked. He sorely would have liked to ask if she had seen any of his friends but she just arrived in Paixao. This girl was probably even more confused and flustered than he was... and what if she lost the people she cared about too?

Sandry was thinking the same thing. And the other in her head wouldn't go away. If anything, the presence got stronger and louder, which caused the stitch witch to pull a face. Who are you? Why are you in my head? She asked, finally giving up on shutting out the other presence completely.

"...No. I... I'm from Traverse Town. You're from...?" Sandry let the sentence hang. She wasn't exactly sure what the proper question was. You're from where, or you're from what world? Or... perhaps it had been better to say 'What world are you from?' either way, she'd already said something. "I'm sorry for being rude. I'm Sandry, it's nice to meet you."

She didn't ask him what his name was. It was implied that he'd just tell her. If not, well, she'd be a little vexed.

Traverse Town? Well, that was one world Syaoran had never heard of. With a mental shrug, he pushed the thought to the side. But where was he from...? He had been to so many places and had been away for so long. A pang of homesickness jolted through his heart.

"Clow." Syaoran answered. "I'm from the country of Clow." How were they doing there? There was no real way to contact them, especially without Mokona. Syaoran was as stuck as you could get.

"Oh, don't worry about it." The boy grinned again. "It's nice to meet you, Sandry. I'm Syaoran."

Sandry pulled a quick curtsy in greeting. However, she had found out that not all people from different worlds greeted the same way. Maybe he was a handshaker, or someone who bowed or... well, there were lots of ways.

"Clow? I've never heard of that country," She admitted with a smile, "But I guess there's a lot of worlds out there I haven't heard of." Which was true.

The blonde girl pulled up out of her curtsy, and placed one hand on her bag, "It seems we're both a bit lost, then."

Lost was certainly the understatement of the century. Syaoran would give anything to know more about Paixao and just where is friends could be. He was slowly starting to doubt that they were even in this world at all.

"Yeah, I guess so." He mumbled awkwardly. Then Syaoran paused, allowing Sandry's words to take full effect.

"Wait wait! You've been to other worlds too?!" Syaoran exclaimed excitedly. "Then you can travel through space, right?"

"...Well, no." Sandry blushed, just a little and ran a finger through her hair. "My world was, how do I put this? Swallowed by darkness and I ended up in Traverse Town. So, I suppose, involuntarily I have..." She waved a hand a bit, trying to show that she had no doing in where she had ended up.

Being lost was certainly not to their advantage. And it was unsettling, how they just appeared her. "...Can you travel through space?"

"...oh." Swallowed by darkness? That was a bit... extreme, wasn't it? Syaoran had never heard of something like that before. What if that was what happened in the previous world he was in? What if the others were left behind?! He was about to raise a question when Sandry posed her own.

"Travel..?" Syaoran paused. He didn't exactly have that power, it was Mokona's. Now that Mokona was gone, he was stuck too. "Well, not exactly. It's kind of... a borrowed power that I can't find. I'm kinda stuck here too..."

And he had been stuck in Paixao for over a day. He needed a place to stay and eat desperately.

"Hey, Sandry? Why don't we find somewhere to eat for awhile?"

Sandry tilted her head to the side as she listened to Syaoran speak. She had a way of watching him when he talked that was attentive without staring. A sort of neutral appreciation for his words, and only after she was sure he was done speaking did she respond.

"It's unfortunate that the power is lost," She commented with a nod of appreciation. She herself could not travel between worlds, but she had met people who could. It always seemed useful, and perhaps, a little fun.

At the mention of food her stomach reminded her that she, while not starving, was a bit peckish. "... eating sounds lovely, ... hm, do you have any suggestions?"

Syaoran shifted uncomfortably beneath Sandry's gaze as he spoke. It was as if she was watching his every move which caused him to shift yet again. He simply nodded in response to her comment about Mokona who would be more than helpful right about now. Sandry's mention of darkness swallowing worlds plagued his thoughts. Syaoran's mind conjured up multiple images of his friends being helplessly pulled into nothingness.

Trying his best to ignore such images, Syaoran pulled the small journal from his pocket and slipped the screen open, turning it on. He extremely thankful for all the worlds he had visited that used similar technology and allowed him to master the device so quickly and easily. With a push of a button, he brought up a map.

"Well, over here is Matinal's," the boy pointed to a small dot on the lower half of the map. "It's only a grocery store and we'd probably have to prepare the food ourselves but it's cheap. Here..." He shifted his finger up and to the left. "... is Cafe Ersesat. We won't have to make any of our food but it's pretty expensive. There are other places we could go but they aren't very close."

Sandry looked over at his journal, trying not to pry, but she was interested in what he was doing. Ah, there was a map in it and that was the map button. She couldn't help but peer over and tried not to invade his personal space that much. Oh... money. She hadn't even thought about money! Sandry dug into her pockets hastily, and was relieved to find that there was at least a double handful of munny in her pocket.

"Ah! I have some munny and would treat you, if you'll allow me," Sandry nodded to Syaoran. He was being so helpful, but it was up to her to repay his kindness.

With a smile and a shake of the head, Syaoran closed the journal and stood up. "It's okay, really. I have plenty of money from my travels anyway. It'll be my treat... as long as they accept it."

Money... That was to be a growing problem, wouldn't it? In the past, Syaoran and the others had gotten jobs to survive. This city shouldn't be any different, right? It was just a matter of searching in all the right places. The boy did not have a problem searching through the map but it did not say what establishments required extra help or not. Perhaps they could check when they were getting food... where ever that was...

"So... where did you say you'd like to go again?"

That was too kind of him. Sandry wanted to shake her head and again offer her money... but somehow she felt that they weren't going to get anywhere if she did that.

"Either place is fine with me, Syaoran," Sandry nodded. She adjusted her bag, shifting it so the weight wasn't all resting in the same place again. "I'm glad to have met a friendly face so quickly." She added, flashing him a smile.

Either place. Of course. Sakura was no different when it came to choices. Why did girls always have to be so indecisive? Syaoran could really care less about where they went to eat. He had more than enough money to pay for a meal at Cafe Ersesat at need be. That and the thought of preparing food was not quite as appealing as Syaoran may have liked.

"Same here," the boy grinned. "Most of the people here aren't up to talking that much anyway. Not to mention that some of the people who came through those gates..." Syaoran's gaze flicked back to the towering gate Sandry had come through. "...Well, they didn't look all that friendly.

"Anyway, Cafe Ersesat sounds like a good idea. It should only take a little walk to get there. Shall we?"

((sure, but yes. Closing :D))

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