paixaorpg | I'm Thirsty [Completed]

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I'm Thirsty [Completed]

Characters: Bloo, and anyone else nearby! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO D:<
Content: Bloo comes into Cid's shop to find it empty. He does some stupid stuff. Enter you.
Setting: Cid's Shop [J7]
Time: Around noonish
Warnings: Uhhh... Blooishness abound?

Entering the shop, the bell ringing cheerfully, the short blue imaginary friend didn't think twice about what they actually sold here. He was thirsty... and nothing else really mattered. He tried to tap the service bell on the counter, but couldn't reach.

Geez, this place isn't short friendly, Bloo complained in his mind.

He tried standing on his tiptoes, though it's apparent he really has none, and tried tapping the bell from there. He struggled and grunted, and then accidently pushed it off the counter.

"MAN!" he yelled, turning around and folding his arms.

A drink. Was that too much to ask? Probably. He turned back toward the counter, and pointed at it menacingly.

"Hey! You! Anyone back there!? Helllooooo? I'm kinda thirsty here. Was hoping you'd, you know... SERVE ME A DRINK?"

Silence.

"Rrrgh!" he yelled in a warcry fashion, and jumped up to grab the edge of the counter with fiercity.

"I'm not leaving until you drink me!.... I mean, quench me! .... Rrgh! JUST GIVE ME A DRINK! And while you're at it, could you get me a map, too?"

He hung their piteously, his journal on the floor, forgotten.

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The sight of the shop was something of a relief for Ivan. He had spent the last hour or so wandering the streets, watching the few strangely-dressed people he saw go about their business, but never getting up the guts to ask any of them where he was. He'd even tried twice to read a passerby's mind for the answer, but both times, the people's thoughts had been eerily superficial and completely unhelpful. But certainly a shopkeeper would be able to help him out!

But when he entered Cid's Shop, there was no shopkeeper in sight... only a little blue... creature... hanging from the counter and throwing a fit about drinks and maps or something. What exactly he was ranting about, Ivan didn't catch; he was too busy being baffled as to what exactly that thing was.

This almost had to be a dream now... so why did he still feel awake?

Not sure what to make of the little guy, Ivan hesitantly approached the counter to get a closer look. "Um... are you okay?" he asked Bloo as he leaned over his shoulder... not that Bloo had shoulders to lean over.

((not that Bloo had shoulders to lean over. That was 100% cool. XD))

Bloo heard a voice. It was the voice of his saviour! Someone to service him and assist in a map of some kind, though he hardly realised that the journal could be of some service in that department. He jumped off the edge of the counter and began to walk around the room, talking to the voice he'd heard, having not even noticed Ivan.

"Okay, I'd like an Italian soda, thanks. No no, I want the Italian creeeaam soda, with ice, and a little umbrella, and a swizzle straw. Could you make that a double? I'm kinda parched."

Bloo came around to stand in front of the short boy (well, Bloo was far shorter than Ivan, anyway), with his hands on his non-existent hips.

"You run this joint?!" Bloo laughed, looking over Ivan skeptically. "Pfft, you're hardly a bartender. Let me tell you, you're too much of a pushover to run this place. You're short, scrawny, and kinda boring. Sooooo, if you could just hurry and get me those Italian sodas, I'll be luvin' ya."

He smiled in a very Bloo, yet slightly sleazy, way, that was apparent that he was full of himself and enjoying it. He snapped some recently formed fingers and suddenly got serious.

"Come on, mack, get to the sodas, all right? I haven't got all millenium."

He looked around at the shop and the outside area of Paixao.

"Or... maybe I do...?"

"Whoa, hang on, I'm not a bartender at all," Ivan replied, waving his hands defensively and trying to sort things out. Short?? Who was this guy to be calling people short and scrawny? And what in heaven's name was a natalyan soduss, anyway? To be perfectly frank, Bloo had pretty much lost him at "I'd like an."

"And my name's not Mac, it's Ivan," he added a second later. (There couldn't be any harm in telling the little guy his name, since it seemed pretty likely that none of this was real.) "I guess maybe I could get you some water, except I don't know where the well is..." Now that he thought of it, he was kind of thirsty himself. He found himself halfway wishing Mia were here - not that her water Psynergy would be much use when they didn't have any cups. (Given how rude the creature was acting, though, she probably would have just doused it out of hand.)

But Mia wasn't here, wherever here was, and Ivan certainly wasn't Mia. He squatted down in front of Bloo, trying to approximate his height (or lack thereof). "Do you have any idea where we are?" he asked.

Bloo let out a long, obvious gasp.

"Never heard of Italian soda?!" Bloo demanded, "What's wrong with you, uhh.... Ivan!?" Bloo flailed his arms around. "Those things are the greatest! Soft, bubbly goodness, with a subtle hint of a fruity flavous, all topped off with a creamy, delicious, and mought-watering, of course, cream! It's the greatest! ... Wait, I said that already."

He watched Ivan get close to him. He would've been offended normally, but he was used to it now. Wilt always had to do it for Bloo sometimes just to get his attention. Not that long, skinny red legs wasn't an attention-getter to begin with. Bloo looked Ivan up and down. He didn't look like the people he was used to, but he didn't look like the Paixao freaks of nature, which is what he pretty much thought of them.

"So you're not a bartender, eh? I have no idea where we are, I just sorta thought this was the store to get drinks. Soooooo... Where do you come from, Iiiiivan? Ayyyeee-vin. Aye-van. Iveeeeen..... You're name's weird."

Bloo was terribly serious about his last statement to Ivan.

Ivan took Bloo's insensitivity in stride - he'd had much worse things said about him than that his name was weird.

"I'm from Kalay," he replied. "It's a little ways east of Tolbi." As he said it, he realized the little guy might not know where Tolbi was, either, but he couldn't really do any better than that. After all, he had no idea where this city was relative to Kalay. If it's even real, he reminded himself. That was the third time in as many minutes he'd caught himself assuming this wasn't all just a dream! Keep your head on, Ivan, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for all this...

"What about you, little guy?" he asked, forcing a smile and trying to get his mind off the subject (but only half succeeding). "Do you have a name?"

Bloo looked at Ivan stangely. Who ever head of such weird names for places? He couldn't even pretend to make an attempt to say them.

"Kalaaaayy? Kalie? Kaloooo... Tolbi. Tooolbiii. Tollll-beeeee... Weeeeiiird."

Bloo walked around a little bit in Cid's Shop, still not quite realising it wasn't a restaurant. It looked more like a repair shop. Maybe spare parts, but water should be free, Bloo agreed. Bloo accidently stepped on his journal and gasped. He picked it up and juggled it a bit.

"Little guy?" Bloo retorted, almost dropping the journal, "Pffft. You must not know the type of people I am... People. Person...? Anyway! I'm huuuge for my size, so that would make me bigger than you, don't you think?"

But it was a nice thing that a complete stranger asked his name.

"My name is Blooooregard Q. Kazoo! .... Pleasure to meet you~" he said rather calmly and self-centered like. He stuck out a little blue arm while flipping the journal around carelessly. It was fun... but it didn't substitute paddleballs.

"Blooregard Q. Kazoo..." Ivan repeated. And he thought Ivan was a weird name? Ah, well. "The pleasure's all mine, Blooregard," he answered genially, shaking Bloo's hand. ... arm. ... appendage. It was odd; he'd encountered a lot of strange creatures in his travels, but this was the first one that seemed out-and-out unreal.

It took him a moment to notice the journal Bloo was playing with. "What've you got there?" he asked. It looked familiar...

Well of course it did! The man at the gate had given him one almost exactly like it, not an hour ago! He'd somehow forgotten all about it, maybe because he had no idea whatever what it was. Abruptly, he pulled his own box-thingie out from under his arm and looked it over. As he did so, the brochure that had been on top of his journal fluttered to the floor, but he didn't notice it, busy with holding up his journal next to his new friend's for comparison. The fact that even this Blooregard character had one of the boxes made him think they must be important, but why?

His mind jumped to conclusions for him. Maybe it was some kind of artefact, or there could be something inside... if either was the case, though, maybe it wasn't such a good idea for Bloo to be juggling it about like that. "Uh - would you mind holding that still for a second?" he asked carefully.

Bloo grabbed at his journal and saw Ivan's own. It was similar. Perhaps even identical. It was pretty strange that anyone would wake up in the middle of nowhere and arrive at some kind of weird city with fog and pastel people and weird white creatures. Despite Bloo had yet to meet any Nobodies or Lumens, he could be sure he would agree with himself on this point.

"Heeeyyyy, you've got one too, Ivan!" Bloo exclaimed, having yet to turn them on. "I'm guessing they're some kinda computer. Probably an organiser. Those things are so boooorring~" He watched as Ivan viewed his but became completely amiss to some kind of pamphlet that fluttered to the ground. Bloo followed it.

"Here buddy, you dropped this. Some kinda paper thingie..."

He held up the pamphlet.

((I do not yet know what this brochure is! Else I would have had Bloo comment on it. Sorry for it being short. ^_^))

Computer? Organizer? Ivan had nothing that needed organizing, and the word computer, well, that was completely alien to him... but it sounded as if Bloo had a better idea what it was than he did, at least. He was about to ask the little imaginary friend if he knew how to work it, when Bloo offered him back the pamphlet he'd dropped.

"Oh, thanks," he said quickly, taking it back and looking it over. He'd completely forgotten about it.

The title was "PAIXAO", written in big, fancy letters on the front. Unfolding it revealed a map, with markers that showed the locations of a few hotels and restaurants in the Joutenheim area; Paixao Central Station occupied the upper-left corner, but it seemed like there was more city beyond it.

Ivan couldn't help but grimace at the irony. He'd been wandering around for over an hour, completely lost, with a map tucked right there under his arm. Sure shows who's the brains of this operation, he thought sardonically, closing up the brochure again.

"'Pikesow,'" he read off the cover, completely unaware of how badly he was butchering the pronunciation. "Is that the name of this place?" The question was pretty much rhetorical, as Bloo had already said he didn't know, but it seemed worth asking anyway.

"Pikesow? Is that how you pronounce the name?" Bloo shrugged, straddling the journal like it was a strange piece of equipment, "Man! And here I've been calling it Paykzikzow. Or something..." Bloo wiggled the journal, knowing that it was some kind of interesting palm pilot type thing, but he didn't realise it was much more.

Bloo missed his friends already, becoming suddenly and randomly sad. It was as though it was his luck to randomly be placed in a weird world without anything familiar but somewhat advanced technology. He wondered what Mac was doing... The time here was around midday, but perhaps Mac was sleeping now. Or maybe he was coming to Foster's now, just getting out of school and everything. It made Bloo antsy just thinking about it.

"Listen, Ivy, Ivan-man, the Iv... I'll be catching you later and all. Gotta see if some of my friends are around this place! If I see you later, I'll send my fans towards you, okay?"

Bloo smiled in his very self-centred way.

"No, no, no, wait!" Ivan exclaimed. Truth be told, Bloo was the only conversation he'd had since arriving here, and he didn't really want him to leave so soon. The imaginary friend clearly didn't share his sentiment, though, so he added quickly, "Um, what do your friends look like? Maybe I've seen them on my way here."

He really doubted it, if they were as ... unique-looking as Bloo, but it was worth a try. And who knows, maybe Bloo had seen some friends of Ivan's on his way here, too!

Bloo stopped. It was pretty interesting that this guy was somewhat wanting Bloo to stay. Maybe it was Bloo's head. It probably was. Bloo turned, his journal tucked in his little nub of an arm.

"My friends? Hmm... Well, first there's this kid. He's Mac. Aaaand there's a reeeally tall red guy. That's Wilt. And then there's... Heeeyyyyy, wait a minute! Are you trying to keep me from leaving!?"

Bloo got close to Ivan, suspicion flowing through his every move and every stance. He waved his stub at Ivan faux menacingly.

"You just wanna keep me in this town! You wanna keep me away from my dear, dear, friends. You wanna keep me in this junk shop! Weeellll, I'm not buyin' it mister! ... Orrr.... you're trying to get me to stay because you're... lonely?"

Bloo felt selfish for a second, wanting to use Ivan's height and apparent staff-like weapon (however useful), but he didn't think he'd enjoy being in the same position. Unless he got something out of it.

"Are you loooonely, Ivy? Are you.. sad? Huh? Are ya? You wanna sooodaaa? I think we can work on a little deal, eh? What do you think? Partners?!"

He held out his journal. Then shook his head, and switched hands.

Ivan was a little taken aback by Bloo's sudden suspicion. "No, that's not it at all-"

"Orrr.... you're trying to get me to stay because you're... lonely?"

The psychic stopped. Lonely? He wasn't lonely, he just needed someone to... oh, who was he kidding. Sure, right now his two most demanding emotions were confusion and suppressed fear, but there was definitely some loneliness in there, too. Where were Isaac and the others? Garet? Mia? Had any of them been brought here with him? Were they all right?

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him - it would only make it harder to keep his Psynergy under control, and that was the last thing he needed right now. Besides, he would probably wake up any minute now, and they'd all be fine! He was probably getting all worked up over nothing more than a very vivid dream.

... Probably.

He took a deep breath and shook Bloo's hand. "All right, partners we are, Blooregard," he replied. "I doubt we'll find our friends by just standing around here, though. What would you say to..." He trailed off for a moment as he unfolded and scanned the area map again. "Um... you were looking for something to drink, right? Why don't we try over here?" He held down the map so Bloo could see, indicating a spot roughly eastward of their own location (although Ivan had no way of knowing where they were in relation to it). The spot he was pointing at was labeled "Cafe Ersesat," although the map didn't say anything about what they actually served there, either.

Ivan even looked lonely. Bloo relished in the fact that he had managed to guess correctly, and was very much in love with himself at this instant, hardly noticing Ivan and the map until he mentioned the words "drink" and the inidication to a place with "cafe".

"Sure, sure! Well, I was thirsty anyway, but you're payin'! If you don't have any of this place's money, don't worry — I'm a smoooooth talker."

Bloo turned and walked toward the door. He finally realised this wasn't a cafe, but he felt the need to mope about it. He kicked the door and "grr"ed, but turned around somewhat all right.

"All right Ivan, come on! That cafe isn't gonna wait forever, y'know!"

He walked out, holding the door for Ivan, but he wasn't exactly paying attention when a few Nobodies were slithering up toward him. He hadn't noticed that all the people who would've been pleasantly occupying this streetway were not there, and there was not even a single noise of chatter or scuffling feet. One particular Nobody tripped over a trashbin, and Bloo gasped, catching the sight of three Dusk Nobodies. He called for Ivan.

"Ivan! Ivan!! HURRY! It's... it's.... DEEEMOOONN!!!!"

Ivan chuckled when Bloo said he'd have to pay for their drinks; he'd kind of been planning to treat anyway, assuming he had enough money. He was just wondering what kind of drinks they would serve at the cafe when his thoughts were interrupted by Bloo screaming about - "Demon?" he asked incredulously, stepping quickly to the door to see for himself what his little friend was yelling about.

He realized something was wrong a second before he saw them. Ordinarily his Psynergy allowed him to sense the presence of others, but out here in the street, he suddenly couldn't feel anyone nearby, apart from Bloo and himself - and that included the strange silver creatures slithering through the air toward them. Had he not been able to see them with his own two eyes, he'd have never known they were there. The feeling (or lack thereof) unnerved him greatly. Whatever they were, though, they definitely didn't look friendly.

Just in case, he quickly set down his journal, stepped between Bloo and the creatures, and gripped his staff in both hands. "Stay back, maybe they haven't seen you," he directed Bloo. From the way they were approaching, Ivan had little doubt they'd seen him. But were they going to attack?

He got his answer when the three Dusks broke formation and moved in around him. There was no way to construe their actions as peaceful now.

Ivan didn't even think. Panic and his fighter's instinct loosened the tight control he kept over his powers, and he readily unleashed a powerful whirlwind on the monsters to drive them back and away. It didn't work as well as he'd hoped, though, only pushing the Nobodies back a few yards. All three turned a lazy backflip like wind-blown leaves to get themselves upright, but only two continued their assault on the Adept; the third had noticed Bloo and swam fluidly toward the little imaginary friend.

Ivan didn't see it yet, as the other two had his full attention at the moment. He focused on the raw Psynergetic force within his mind, giving it form. Sparks crackled around his body for a fraction of a second before the lightning branched outward, discharged into the nearest Dusk with a loud CRACK. The Dusk twitched violently with the electrical force and vanished into thin air.

The Adept halted for a moment, surprised, but soon decided he'd take that. One down, one to g- wait, hadn't there been three of them?

Bloo hid behind Ivan's legs, watching the door to Cid's shop close and the white creatures in the reflection of the glass. They looked less sinister in their mirror images, but when Bloo turned back around, he was reminded of how ugly they looked and how slithery they became with ease.

"Yeah, sure, they may not have seen me, but they sure heard me!" Bloo retorted, waving his arm in offence, although knowing it wouldn't do much. He watched Ivan suddenly produce amazing shocks of lightning that did not originate from clouds at all. Bloo came around to see Ivan.

"Wooowww!! How'd you do that!? You've got to teach me that! Awesome!!"

He then remembered what exactly was in front of them and rushed back behind Ivan. He suddenly noticed there were only two near them, and he had sworn he'd saw three. He didn't realise or feel like Ivan could that the third white heartless creature of a Nobody was stealthily creeping up behind Bloo. He was far too busy throwing insults and electronic journals at the other two Nobodies to really notice, anyway.

The only problem with that was, Ivan couldn't feel the Nobody behind them, either. Nor could he feel the one in front of him, but that one he could see, so it got his focus.

That Dusk stretched itself over and toward him, intending to slice down from above. In the interest of conserving Psynergy - who knew how many more of these there might be? - he tried to summon one of his Djinni, Gust, to unleash its powers on the monster instead... but to his surprise, there was no response at all. What in the...?

Fortunately for him, one of the journals Bloo was throwing hit the monster in the head just as Ivan was distracted. Surprised, the monster stopped and shook its head clear as the journal dropped to the ground. But the extra second was enough for Ivan to recover and fire off a bolt of lightning at this Dusk, too; it vanished like the first had. Relieved, Ivan turned around to congratulate his friend. "Good move, B- look out!!" he exclaimed as he noticed the third Nobody and electrocuted it almost before he'd finished speaking. The last Nobody disappeared, and Ivan sighed. "That was too close..." And it had been - had Bloo had hair, it would probably have been standing on end from the proximity of the attack.

"You okay?" he asked.

Bloo let out a long sigh of relief. It was quite tense in that instance, not just because three Nobodies had just meant to attack the pair, but also because Ivan's insane lightning shooting was quite exhilerating. Or, as much as Bloo saw. Bloo didn't understand that it was such an art to do those things, such a gift.

"You've GOT to show me that!" Bloo exclaimed, hopping in front of Ivan excitedly, "How'd you do that!? I want that. I WANT that!! I'd go BZZZT at my enemies, and occasional scribbles, of course. BZZT. BZZZZAAT! BZT. BZT. Whooooosh, BZZZZZZT!"

Bloo then commenced in "da da da"ing his own theme song and inserting sporadic "bzzt"s into the mix. He looked ricidulous, not even thanking Ivan, but feeling grateful nonetheless. Bloo believed as long as he felt grateful, that was enough. "Thank goodness for Ivan!" Bloo thought deep within his mind, unaware of Ivan's gift.

Not that he would anyway, what with running around and humming his own theme song and zapping at things, of course.

Ivan covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing at Bloo's antics. "I don't know that it's something you can learn, Bloo," he said after a moment. Well - that wasn't entirely true... his sister had once figured out a way to pass on Psynergy even to people who weren't born with it. But he'd never asked her how it was done, and besides, Bloo as an Adept might not be such a good idea anyway.

He wasn't reading Bloo's mind at the moment, but didn't particularly expect him to act grateful; small children generally didn't, even if they felt it. And Bloo really did come across to Ivan as a small child, from the way he spoke and acted. It was quite nice, actually - he liked kids. If nothing else, his little partner was funny.

He went over to pick up his journal (which had apparently been the one Bloo threw at the Dusk a moment ago), then dusted it off with his hand and watched Bloo do his "hero theme" for a moment, smiling. Then he thought of something he should have asked a while ago. "Oh - Bloo, do you live around here? Maybe I could take you home," he suggested.

Bloo stopped abruptly at Ivan's question. Was he really serious? Did he really think Bloo would live in a dump like this?

"Pfft, I don't live here, this place sucks! Then again... I'm stuck here, aren't I? Yeah, that does create some problems... Hey, gimme that map!"

Bloo swiped the map that Ivan had forgotten about earlier knowing that, in some small way, it could help. He scanned it, not being able to read any of it, and became frustrated, flipping the map about this way and that.

"Why do they always make these things impossible to read?!!" Bloo questioned nothing, and throwing the map back into Ivan's hands. "Let's just get outta here before those things come back again! The nearest place! No wait!! ... Nearest restaraunt. Yeah! Then we can get a drink and food - MAN I'm starved - and you can, you know, use some Payxikzow moolah. You do have Payxikzow moolah, right?"

He put his little blue nubs on hisnon-existent hips.

Ivan caught the map neatly and looked it over again. So, Bloo wasn't from around here either... that was odd. He made a note to ask about that later on, maybe when they got to the cafe.

"Moolah?" he asked, blinking a few times. His new friend kept using all these words he'd never heard before, and it was starting to get confusing. It wasn't the first time that'd happened - he'd had a hard time understanding most of the people in Xian, too - so he briefly chanced reading Bloo's mind to get the general idea of what he was talking about.

"Oh! Money!" he exclaimed a second later. "It'll probably be fine - I've still got a few gold," he said, patting one of his trouser pockets. "Now, let's see..." He looked over the still-unfolded map again, then up at the sign over the shop door they'd just exited, then back at the map. "We're somewhere around here.. and the cafe's somewhere around here..." The shop had been on his left when he'd come up this street, so east had to be...

He pointed back the way he'd come, which was indeed east. "I think it's that way. And let's be sure to keep an eye out for those stretchy things, okay?"

Bloo nodded generously. Was this guy messed up. Money's money, no matter the choice of words. But Bloo didn't verily understand that people have different terminology everywhere.

"That's right! Money. Moolah. Ka-ching. Dough. Et ceteraaaa~"

Bloo looked Ivan up and down. He didn't look stupid. He did look out of place. Bloo concluded that Ivan's misunderstanding was purely foreigner-related. He listened to Ivan speak like he didn't know what was going on, but Bloo would follow him anyway, because let's face it: Bloo's pretty helpless without some kind of human to help him out.

"All righty then, let's go to ZEE KAFAY! WEE WEE! WAYTEHR AH WOOD LAK SUM PAH, PLIZ!!!" Bloo laughed at himself and challenged Ivan to a race toward the way he had pointed. Even if Ivan was strange, Bloo could at least say he wasn't alone.

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