Kaylee Stepped Through Muspelheim... [Open/Active]

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Characters: Kaylee, and anyone else around Muspelheim that she runs across (which is everyone who's interested. :D)

Content: Kaylee's ship crashed outside the Muspelheim gate. She ventures into the city, looking for possible machine parts, food, shelter, and some medical facility since she broke her left wrist upon landing.

Setting: Just inside Muspelheim Gate.

Time: Afternoon.

Warning: None except confusion and wonder.


"Oh gou shi," Kaylee cursed half-heartedly, stepping through the large heavy gate and leaving her dear Cricket - completely destroyed on impact - on the otherside. She was not having a good day. Her plan was to fly to Gamma Quadrant and meet an old acquaintance there, but halfway through the asteroid fields a wormhole opened - or what seemed to be a wormhole on her radar - and the gravity overpowered Cricket's engine. Kaylee was glad that she managed not to land herself in pieces - besides the broken wrist - but her faithful ship of two years was now ready for the scrapyard.

Looking around, Kaylee took in the strange lot and its inhabitants. Well, lot was too bland a word, but she had never seen structures like these before, with the wide-paved space and domed rooftop. She strained to see the paintings on the ceiling. If only she still had those binoculars!

Her wrist chose that moment to flare in pain, and Kaylee cringed. "Ouch! Stop it." She said to her arm. "I'll fix you later, AFTER I figure out where the hell this is, okay?" She then shook her arm for emphasis, and cringed again when the motion ignited even more shots of pain.

Kaylee sighed. The ration in her surviving backpack was enough for a few days, but she was covered in soot and some parts of her clothes bore obvious burnt holes. She needed new garments and probably a shower, if she could afford it. The few platinums she had jingled in her pants pocket. Hopefully they accept these here, Kaylee thought. Or else she'd really have to dig up roots.

But to dig efficiently she needed both of her hands. Kaylee shaded her eyes with her right hand - was that a hospital sign there in the distance?

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He hadn't gone far from the gate he'd entered, despite it being a week now since his own arrival. Subaru was restless, a bit paler than normal with hunger, but it was the restlessness that ate at him and drove him to move. This afternoon was no different. The sun would be just past it's zenith, and yet again Subaru was glad that the legends about vampires and sunlight were simply myths. He would have hated to be a completely nocturnal creature. Pleasant people tended to be out in the day.

Not that Subaru himself was a creature of light. But those were musings for another day. Shined black shoes clipped against stone roadways, and Subaru couldn't help a bit of marveling at this sector of town. If he wasn't so sure that this place was inherently dangerous, he could perhaps appreciate the beauty of it far more.

Too bad he couldn't stay. He could never stay. Staying in one place would allow Seishirou to catch up with him... he smiled a sad little smile at that. Would that truly be so bad? He knew the answer, but he allowed himself a few moments to believe differently. It was pleasant to pretend, sometimes.

He was careful to sidestep the young woman ahead of him, but he immediately sensed the pain. He turned his head, pausing, and looked her over. Narrowing brilliant green eyes, he felt his eyes stray to her wrist. Was she hurt? Was she new, like so many others?

"Excuse me," he spoke up. "Do you need a hand?"

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Subaru considered this woman. She was so bright. Full of life. Her smile was infectious, and despite it all he felt the corners of his mouth tease upward. She had to be new here, much like him, but somehow she'd gotten hurt when she'd arrived. The poor woman. He looked up the street and narrowed his eyes as he attempted to read the sign. His vision must be better than hers, but he was still having a bit of a difficult time with some of the languages here.

"I believe so. Please, allow me to accompany you. I would feel terrible if anything happened to you on your way." Empathetic. Was't that the word that that man had used for him? Too empathetic for his own good. Subaru couldn't help it. He felt the suffering of others like he felt the sun on his face or heard the birds sing. Then again... he heard and felt neither here.

"My name is Subaru." he supplied, bowing politely at first. "I am new to this place... I arrived only a week ago." Conversation often helped to lighten moments and distract from pain. Simple words to cause comfort. It was one of the few comforts he could offer this young woman, and he intended to supply that much.