paixaorpg | Intuition [Open/Active]

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Intuition [Open/Active]

Character(s): Sheik, Death (Discworld), Open to others
Content: Sheik has a moment of intuition and looks into it. Finds the Master Sword. ~~_{and sheik's mun tries not to kill herself over pronouns}~~ Talks with Death... who dislikes hedging.
Setting: Just inside the Muspelheim gate.
Time: Noonish.
Warnings: None.

Sheik had the nagging feeling like he'd forgotten something. Or rather... not quite forgotten, but like something terrible was about to happen and if he'd just pay attention he could stop it. He was trying to simply apply it to the theory that this was a trap of Ganon's and he was screwed, but as the hours passed without incident, he was starting to wonder if that assumption wasn't unfounded. But the nagging feeling wouldn't go away. It was starting to make his hands twitch, make him pace. He needed to move obviously. Some Sheikah, unable to sit still for any amount of time at all it seemed.

So he walked. Eventually he noticed he was heading in a specific direction, frustrated beyond no end when he came to a dead end or felt the need to turn to the left or right when there wasn't an alley or side road to turn down. When this realization came to him, he pursed his lips and was able to narrow in on a specific feeling, and to realize he was following something akin to a beacon. But to what? A trap? Unlikely... this was the same intuition that the young princess had been known for, and it had never led her astray. Well... never led her intentionally astray, at least. He tried not to think overly hard about the ramifications of plotting as a child.

When he stood nearly on top of the Muspelheim gate, he paused and looked about. The insistent feeling was almost gone, but why would he be drawn here? He narrowed his eyes and looked about. There.

He approached the small pile of things with narrowed eyes but no hesitance. What in the world... was that... it simply could not be the Master Sword! When Sheik had left it had still safely been with Link, in the Temple of Light! Surely to the goddesses no one had stolen it that quickly! Not from the hero...

The hero who had been kidnapped. Sheik considered his options, the ramifications, but knelt to retrieve the sword. A few other odds and ends as well, it seemed, but the sword was by far the most important. Excepting of course for the ocarina. Both were the tools that would allow the hero to control the flow of time. A swell of guilt nearly overwhelmed him as he stood, slinging the scabbard over one shoulder and pocketing the hero's other things. For when the hero was found. For when he found the hero. He would keep the sword safe until then.

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Death, being Death, was of course quite skilled at killing things. Time, however, was not on that list. He had spent hours on the journals last night, talking with people he'd never seen before and would much like to meet, including one of the hooded figures - he was nearly certain this particular one had been at the ambush yesterday afternoon. It was nearly impossible to get a straight answer out of him over the journals, however, so Death let him be - for now - and instead went to the public boards, asking for the person he'd been told to speak with for the information he wanted. So far, this Timon person had not yet responded.

And so Death waited, patient as only those without a time limit to their lives can be. When he tired of simply waiting for a reply, he decided to get to know this city he'd ended up in better. He found an immaculate hospital, a small cafe that was rather empty this time of night, and finally came across a gate - not the same one he'd entered through, he noted. The map on these journals told him there were four gates - this, he deduced, was "Muspelheim." He busied himself with watching the entrants for a while - all of them were blond, none of them had names...par for the course in this place.

Tiring of the near-incessant stream of "undead" beings making their way through the gate, Death turned his attention elsewhere to find somebody - another blond - with...two names? Only one lifespan, but two names. How could this person have two when there obviously weren't enough to go around?

Death, believing in the direct approach, moved directly into the figure's line of view. She - he - they - seemed to be engrossed in a pile of random items, picking them up as though they had some meaning. While the questions around the items - whose were they, why did this person care about them so much, why were they in a pile in the middle of the street - begged to be asked, Death had one that he considered to be much more important on his mind.

PARDON ME, he spoke up. WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO NAMES?

Several years of Sheik's already short life had to have been lost in the moment of absolute fear he felt when someone quite unexpectedly addressed him. He yelped, jumped, all very un-Sheikah-like, and finally spied the person (person?) who had addressed him. It looked more like a redead or any of the denizens of the Shadow Temple, and yet it was talking to him. Talking. To him. Just the mere fact that it was talking and not attacking took Sheik a moment to process. It took another few to come around to the words that had been spoken.

Two names? Two names, what in the world did it mean? Then Sheik paled. Could the thing have sensed a hidden presence within the Sheikah? Unlikely, but not impossible. Sheik let out a slow breath before struggling to come up with a response. Somehow... somehow he doubted it would believe a lie.

"I am more gifted than most." he replied softly, hoping that his voice sounded convincing. It was a silly answer. Why would having two names make one more gifted? And what if it hadn't meant what Sheik had thought, and-

He struggled to put his hand back down, not to fiddle with blonde hair. Stupid nervous habits. No one else had seen through the disguise (save Impa, who had always known the truth) in all the years he'd worn it. He wasn't about to give up so easily now. "Do you... what is your name?" Did this thing have a name? He didn't want to seem rude, but did skeletons have names?

Sheik had been absolutely correct in his assessment: Death would not fall for a lie. While he did not doubt that the blond's answer was correct, Death knew it couldn't be the whole story: it had taken the blond much too long to come up with it, and it didn't explain anything.

I KNOW MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE GIFTED, Death replied simply, YET THEY HAVE ONLY ONE NAME. WHY IS IT YOU HAVE TWO? He debated simply ordering the blond to tell him the truth - no living creature could disobey his voice, after all - but compelling somebody to do something against their will was not a good way to build trust, and Death wanted a traveling companion in this new world more than he wanted answers.

The reply to Sheik's question was simple. I AM DEATH.

Death. All of the remaining color in Sheik's face was gone and probably not coming back any time soon. Thankfully the wrappings about his face made it quite impossible to tell. Well... perhaps Death could tell. Sheik wasn't actually going to consider that. He was still reeling, mentally, because he was standing here talking to Death. Death. Oh by the goddesses.

And Death wasn't buying the load of crap that Sheik was trying to feed him, either, it seemed. He was still determined not to reveal it all, but... well... maybe a half-truth? A hedging? Something that didn't scream 'I am Princess Zelda of the Royal Family of Hyrule, Crowned Princess!'. Sheik's mental train paused. Not princess... queen. That was another thought that wasn't going to settle well, so he charged past it.

"I am... two people." he said. In a way, that was true. Sheik and Zelda were not the same person. Sheik... well Sheik wasn't a person anymore. He'd died.

Usagi closes her electronic journal with a sigh. She'd been here for hours and there was still no sign of anyone. Worse still was that her money was useless--she'd discovered that at the cafe--and exiting the gates wasn't nearly as easy a task as entering them. Usagi lets out a little piff of frustration, when suddenly something catches her eye.

Something was happening in the street. Usagi stands and squints. A skeleton?? Could that be an enemy? Her eyes widen at the sight. He was attacking that person!

Without hesitation, Usagi raises her hand into the air and shouts her transformation phrase. After a familiar rush and swirl of light, Sailor Moon stands in the place of Usagi, garbed in her fighting uniform.

Sailor Moon rushes toward the pair of...well, men wasn't a very good word. People? Shaking it off, she yells, "Hey, you! Leave him alone!"

Death had only been in this city for a day. He still wasn't accostomed to being visible to more than just witches and wizards. It really wasn't his intention to scare people when he introduced himself - he just kept forgetting that those who could see him didn't already know who he was.

It appeared he'd managed to scare his new companion...well, half to death.

This, of course, did not stop his curiousity. TWO PEOPLE? he questioned. IN WHAT WAY? He'd seen some people insist they were in fact two, but those who said that often turned out to be crazier than a troll volunteer in a dwarf mine. Sheik, however, did not seem to be afflicted with any mental illness, and so Death's curiousity and questioning continued. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE LIFESPAN. HOW DID YOU COME TO BE TWO PEOPLE?

Further questioning was cut off as a young blonde girl in a skirt - Usagi, he noted, pleasantly surprised to find another blonde with a name in this city - yelled and charged towards him. BUT...WE ARE SIMPLY TALKING, he replied, slightly bemused.

What had begun as simply a trek borne out of intuition had become a debacle. Who was that young woman, and what in the world was she thinking running around in something so skimpy! That outfit would have made a Gerudo blush, and Sheik wasn't entirely convinced that they were phased by anything. At least her entrance was distracting Death. Maybe he'd forget about his questioning.

Though it was strange that she would appear like this. Sheik took a moment to center himself, calming himself, and stood tall. Having a moment to think was doing him wonders. He felt color returning to his face, confidence returning to his stance. Really, was having a passing conversation with Death really that startling? Well, yes, but Sheik could pretend it wasn't.

"Miss, um... can I help you?" He might be startled, sure, but he wasn't in danger. And he didn't need help. "I assure you, nothing," much, "is amiss."

Talking? Sailor Moon scoffs at Death's protest. Yeah, right. Since when had any of the monsters just talked? She smirks slightly and assumes a battle pose, nonplussed by the apparent reactions to her too-short-skirt. Her wand materializes in her hand with a faint shimmer as she holds it up to begin her first attack. Skeleton monsters never "just talked."

With a flip of her pigtails, she begins her introductory spiel. "Well, I hate to inform you that your freedom of speech has been denied. In the name of the Moon--"

"Miss, um..can I help you?" a voice asked. Sailor Moon blinks and turns toward the young man next to her. He seemed to have regained his composure, and the color had begun to return to his face. He wasn't scared of the Skeleton monster? "I assure you nothing is amiss."

Sailor Moon blinks a few more times before understanding dawns in her bright eyes. "Oh!" she exclaims, studying the blonde a little longer. "He must have you brain washed! Don't worry," she notes cheerfully. "I'll save you just as soon as I turn him to dust!"

With that, Sailor Moon turns once more to Death. She raises the wand menacingly and calls out, "Moon Princess Halation!" Her attack sends a few sparkles in Death's general direction, but for the most part, does little else. Sailor Moon stares at her hand in disbelief. "It didn't work?"

BRAINWASHED? Death questioned bemusedly. So far as he knew, that was not within his repertoire of powers. I DO NOT BELIEVE -

He was interrupted as Usagi yelled out - was that the name of an attack? Death watched in slight confusion as a few sparkles floated aimlessly past him. If that was meant to be an attack, it certainly wasn't fulfilling its purpose, a fact that seemed to confuse Usagi just as much as it did Death.

But any time when her actions weren't openly hostile was a good time to try to talk with her.

I ASSURE YOU, MY INTENTION IS NOT TO HARM ANYBODY. He spoke calmly, hoping she might listen to him instead of flying off the handle as excited young people are wont to do. I AM SIMPLY SEARCHING FOR INFORMATION.

He wasn't done questioning Sheik, not by any stretch of the imagination. Calming a would-be attacker was simply higher on his list of priorities.

For the sake of his sanity, Sheik tried to imagine something like this happening in Hyrule. The skeleton, even the skeleton talking to him, yes he could see that quite easily. Not only was it probable, it was entirely likely to happen before he died. That, after a few moments of digestion, was not the truly strange part of this.

A girl in a short skirt waving about a wand that seemed only to produce sparkles as she cried out... the name of an attack? She had some (mostly latent) magical ability, Sheik could tell that much. Was she trying to use it to attack Death? Somehow Sheik doubted that would work well. Attacking Death did not sound like good idea, unless one was already dead and really, not much else for him to do to you.

Sheik's red eyes shifted from one to the other and back again. Death and a short-skirted young girl, his self-proclaimed savior. Sheik would have bristled at the insinuation that he would need saving at all had the situation not been too preposterous to take seriously.

"Miss, please," Sheik took a few steps forward, placing himself between Death and this as of yet, unnamed young woman. The position he took was as if holding two fighters separate, instead of looking as if he were taking one side or the other. He wasn't. He didn't want to be any part of this really. The weight of the Master Sword at his back was a reminder that he needed to get it somewhere and figure out what to do with it. The back of his right hand was burning now and he swore softly. Please please please do not give me away, not now, he pleaded silently. "We really are just talking. I am sorry if we upset you, but we have done nothing to arouse suspicion, and I do not need rescuing." Not from Death, at least.

Her attack didn't affect him? Sailor Moon stares at her scepter. But it had done what it was supposed to...

"Stupid thing!" she vents, thumping the top of the scepter angrily. Reluctantly, she lowers the wand to face Sheik. Sailor Moon glances between him and Death and raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't need rescuing?" she asks warily. She was beginning to think all of this wasn't Luna's doing.

After hearing them out, Sailor Moon watches them, confusion shrouding her like a dark eclipse. Her hands on her hips, she gives a little piff of frustration. "Well, if you aren't a monster," she begins, eying Death, "then just who are you?"

ME? A MONSTER? Had Death had eyebrows, they would have risen in tandem. Is that really what people thought of him when he saw them? Part of him understood it was a natural human reaction, but the other part...well, it was a bit depressing, really.

NO, he replied simply, I AM DEATH.

Feeling that it might be a good idea to take the edge off the situation, he added, PLEASED TO MEET YOU.

"I am quite sure, miss." Sheik replied. Were all of the people in this ... city? country?... so uppity? He resisted the urge to sigh and fell back on the stoic habits that served both sides of who he was quite well. He took a half step back, lowering his arms, and look between Death and this newcomer.

He'd always been a mediator, he just never envisioned that habit bringing him to this point. Or a point anything like this one. Really, he wasn't convinced he hadn't fallen from the cliffs at Gerudo Valley and this wasn't some long long delusion from hitting his head too hard on the rocks.

Well, some part of Sheik's mind mused, at least Death was being polite. The other part of Sheik's brain had taken refuge in denial.

"Sorry about that, then," Sailor Moon says with an easy laugh. She smiles at Sheik. "I guess you're just as confused as I am."

She turns to Death, somewhat startled by his introduction. "Death?" she asks incredulously. Her eyes widen in surprise. Sailor Moon studies him closely, not exactly afraid of the spector (he seemed kinda nice!), but certainly intrigued by the skeletal wonder. After a long moment, her suspicions begin to settle, or, rather transform into an uneasy feeling about her surroundings. With a small frown and a slightly quivering voice, she introduces herself.

"I'm the guardian soldier of the moon, Sailor Moon," she says haltingly. "This place isn't one of Luna's training simulations is it?" Usagi blurts. "Am I dead, Death-san?"

"But how could this happen?" she muses. "Did I trip down the stairs? Then that means..."

Sailor Moon turns to Sheik with a worried expression. "You're dead, too! No wonder you didn't need rescuing."

Death blinked in surprise, quite the feat for somebody with no eyelids. NO, he replied, NEITHER YOU NOR...He paused. The boy between him and Usagi had two names, obviously for a reason. Which one was he to use?

He compromised.

...NOR HE ARE DEAD, he finished. YOU BOTH HAVE QUITE A FEW MORE YEARS LEFT, IN FACT.

AND I DO NOT KNOW YOUR LUNA, he finished. I AM SORRY.

Confused? Oh yes, that was one way of putting it. Then again, Sheik could not honestly say he'd felt sturdy or firm in any of the things he'd thought, done, or experienced since he'd arrived in this very strange place. He hoped that clarity was just not quite reaching him and that this strange sensation of being adrift was not a permanent condition. Then again, getting used to this place would conotate staying in it for an extended period of time. Sheik planned to find Link and find a way out of here as soon as possible.

"Yes, I'm quite confused Miss Moon." Sheik replied. Was Moon her family name? It sounded like a common sort of name, but it was still pretty. "You may call me Sheik." He pressed a hand against his chest and gave the smallest of bows.

Sheik gave Death a sidelong glance. Good to know he wasn't slated to die any time soon. That was comforting. Then again, quite a few more years could mean anything, and higher beings of Death's sort were infamous for telling the truth in such a way that was misleading. Sheik would trust his own judgment and intuition long before he would trust the predictions of a higher being, except perhaps for the three great goddesses, may they be forever honored.

"I was afraid you might say that--about Luna, I mean," Sailor Moon admits, more than a little sheepish. "I'm sorry about all the trouble..."

Well, Sailor Moon thought, it didn't seem that anyone was in any (immediate) danger any more. What a strange couple of people to meet... Death and Sheik? Wait until the others heard of this. She studies both of them for a moment. Well, Death certainly appeared monstrous as first. But now that she was really looking, he carried himself in a much more collected, almost gentle sort of way.

Sheik...now there was a mystery. He was such a quiet, mysterious sort of person. That, and Sailor Moon sort of thought he resembled a ninja from one of her fighting games.

At Sheik's address, she gives a friendly, tinkling little laugh. "Well, now that we're all acquainted, you can call me Usagi." With a wink, Sailor Moon squeezes her brooch and her fuku fades back into her school uniform. Usagi smiles warmly. "What do you guys think of sticking together until we can find a way out of here?"

THAT IS QUITE ALL RIGHT, Death assured the young lady. AFTER ALL, YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST PERSON TO ATTEMPT TO FIGHT DEATH. He was pleased with his small joke, even if he was relatively certain that nobody else would understand it.

He glanced briefly at Sheik before returning his gaze to Usagi. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA, he replied simply, idly wondering at the transformational capabilities of her clothing. IT WOULD BE BETTER TO REMAIN IN A GROUP, ESPECIALLY IF WE SHOULD BE ATTACKED AGAIN. Not that being in a group had helped then either, but Death considered himself better prepared this time around. Hopefully that would make a difference.

A group? Sheik wasn't used to working in groups. All told, being both a princess trained to take over in her father's footsteps one day as well as his whirlwind training under the Sheikah had drilled absolute independence into him. However, judging by the fact that he'd been in this place a few weeks and despite knowing Link was here and in danger he had no clues whatsoever... well maybe he needed the help.

It was galling to consider, really. Sheik looked between the two and finally nodded his assent. He shifted just a little, settling the Master Sword more firmly against his back before he spoke up. "I think sticking together is a good idea. Between us, perhaps we can find a way to our respective homes." It was an idea, and right now much better than any ones he'd been coming up with.

His ideas thus far were limited to A. find Link; B. save Link; C. get back to Hyrule. While a wonderful outline, it was lacking in the "how" aspect. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject of the Hero of Time and the kidnappers to this new 'group' of his. He probably shouldn't even begin to bring it up yet, actually. No one here seemed to know much about the kidnappings and those that did were touchy about letting others know what they did. Sheik was tired of being brushed off. He wasn't stupid, he had a duty to the Hero to attend to and by the goddesses he was going to do it!

For now, though, he suspected that he had quite a bit more to discuss with Death and Usagi before he could broach such a touchy subject. For one, he suspected Death wasn't done with him quite yet. Their previous conversation would no doubt not be satisfied until Death knew the truth about him. Sheik wasn't sure he was willing to share, either.

"For now, however, I suggest we find somewhere a little less... public... to talk."

If Auron noticed the group nearby, he didn't show it. Currently, the former guardian was busy looking over the pamphlet he had received at the entrance to this odd city. He wasn't all that worried about the 'journal' he had been given, as he had made sure the man at the gate at least gave him a small overview on how it worked.

Auron had been told that the pamphlet had important information about the city, and he was bound and determined to get as much information on the strange place as he possibly could. The only problem was that he didn't understand any of the symbols that were on it. They looked similar to the Spiran alphabet, but were just different enough to the point that he couldn't read it.

Deciding he could figure out how to read the symbols later, he put the pamphlet in his pocket, taking the journal out and accessing the map. At least the thing had some use.

It was then that he noticed Sheik, Usagi, and Death nearby. If I wasn't already certain that I wasn't on Spira, I believe this is the point where I would concede to that fact, Auron thought to himself as he arched an eyebrow. He doubted that he'd ever seen a group of people who looked so mismatched together.

"That's a great idea, Sheik! Let's go get some food!" Usagi says brightly, pausing a moment to look down at her stomach. "I'm starving. My money doesn't work here, though."

She sighs and looks around. What she wouldn't give for a familiar face. After the battle with Metallia, she thought all of this crazy magic stuff was over. Well, mostly. Luna did say that she should stay alert. She was a soldier after all.

"By the way," she wonders aloud, "do any of you have an idea about why we were brought here? I mean, it doesn't seem to be completely random." Usagi frowns, and her usual air of happy oblivion dissipates. When it called for it, Usagi could be serious. Sadly, the whole situation had breezed past calling into screaming.

"I guess what I meant was," she says falteringly, her brow knitting in concentration, "is that we all seem to be special in some way. That's pretty weird, don't you think?"

GOOD IDEA, Death replied simply to Shiek's suggestion. After all, if they were to discuss the city, they would do well not to be heard by the members of the organization that seemed to control it.

Death turned his attention to Usagi. THERE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE ANY RHYME OR REASON BEHIND THE SUMMONING OF PEOPLE TO THIS CITY. He hesitated to mention the Rite of AshKente, by which anybody could summon him. People scoffed at the fact that it only took three bits of wood and four cc of mouse blood (or a fresh egg, if that was more to your tastes). What people didn't seem to understand was that the ritual also required the knowledge of how exactly to use those simple ingredients - knowledge that Death much doubted anybody in the city, be they native, visitor, or otherwise, had. But that was getting into another subject entirely. PERHAPS WE ARE ALL SPECIAL IN SOME WAY, AS YOU SUGGEST.

Special indeed was the next person who caught Death's eye - a man with a red cloak and gigantic sword who had a name and no lifespan. Closer inspection revealed that no, he was not a zombie. Curiousity once again got the better of Death, and he decided once again to sate it. GOOD AFTERNOON, he greeted the man - Auron, said the name.

Sheik was startled when Death greeted someone else and spun about. How had he missed that one? Well, it seemed he wasn't nearly as perceptive as he liked to think he was. He would have smiled in greeting, an old habit, but at the last moment was thankful for the wrappings along the lower half of his mouth. This newcomer was less strange to the eyes of the Sheikah than the short skirted soldier and Death had been, but Sheik still said nothing at first.

Finally he turned and tried to catch Usagi's eye. He didn't want to start talking in front of the newcomer without feeling him out a bit first. Who knew who this man was. He wasn't wearing a black coat, but he could be one of the Organization for all Sheik knew.

"Let's move this on, friends." He said warmly enough. "We're all a bit hungry and disoriented."

Auron couldn't help but be surprised when he looked up to see who had addressed him. He--or so he assumed it was a he because of the voice--looked like a walking Doom or Death spell. Could it be a fiend? Auron's grip tightened on his blade for a second but loosened again shortly after. He hadn't been attacked and the 'man' was being rather pleasant (whereas a fiend would attack him as soon as look at him), so the former guardian had no reason to strike out.

"Good afternoon," Auron replied with a slight nod of the head. He wanted to know what the being was, but there didn't seem to be a polite way to go about it, so he put the question aside in favor of another. He switched over to the map display on his journal. "Would you happen to know where exactly on this map I might be located?"

Auron noted that at least one of the people seemed to be suspicious of him, but ignored it. He had most likely come in during an important conversation, or, at least, the end of one, and he was new to this place to begin with. None of these people knew him (or, at least, he didn't know them), so suspicion seemed a normal reaction.

Duo jerked awkwardly into existence at the city gate, whirling around in such an abrupt fashion that the line broke and people stared. He stared back, nonplussed, as he caught his balance and took in his surroundings.

“Welcome to Paixao!” a cheerful voice said, its owner just as cheerily shoving something into his face. Duo recoiled in shock, his hand instinctively making its way to the beam weapon on his back. His eyes were still adjusting to the sudden brightness and it was only slowly that a peculiar blond man came into focus, holding something like a brochure and small laptop toward him.

“Uh…thanks,” Duo said, relaxing enough to take the offerings and stand upright. Confident that he was safe for the moment, his eyes turned toward the gate beyond the man. Nothing, in all his years as a soldier, had prepared him for this. “What…the…?”

He gaped at the towering gold flames, only shaken from his reverie when the man said, “Your name, please?” in the same disturbingly cheerful voice.

“Er…Duo, Duo Maxwell,” he said absently, his gaze now directed at the pamphlet and journal he held. “Thanks,” he added as he allowed his legs to carry him through the gate. Still immersed in the objects in his hands, he caught only a brief glimpse of what had to be the oddest collection of people he had ever seen, before realizing he was set on a collision course with the person nearest to him.

Usagi was slightly alarmed by Death's greeting. With some reluctance, she admitted she really ought to pay more attention to her surroundings. She swivels her head to investigate the newcomer when she catches Sheik's glance. Usagi flashes him a brief smile before turning completely.

Greeted by Auron's question, Usagi glances regretfully at the map. Her sense of direction was dubious at best in Tokyo, but here? Totally out of the question.

"I think we're just as lost as you are," she notes in a friendly tone. Her smile falters a bit, however, as she studies their new company. Sheik seemed wary, and, despite their brief acquaintance, Usagi felt she ought to trust her friends' instincts. She directs a look at Death to detect any similar signs of suspicion, but he simply exuded that same mild curiousity as before. Somewhat reassured, Usagi returns her attention to Auron.

"You could join us for some dinner, if you like. Like Sheik said, we're trying to get oriented, too." With a grin, Usagi motions to buildings beyond the square. "Where to, guys? I could go for anything."

Death definitely noticed as a teenager ran smack into him, but he hardly moved. It would be like running into a stone wall, albiet one wearing a black cloak. HELLO, DUO, he greeted the newcomer. AM I IN YOUR WAY?

He then turned his attention to Auron's question. YOU ARE LOCATED AT THE GATE CALLED MUSPELHEIM, was the simple reply. I BELIEVE THERE ARE FOUR GATES HERE, BUT NO EXITS. IT PRESENTS A BIT OF A PROBLEM.

Finally, Usagi's comment was to be addressed. I AM TO MEET SOMEBODY NAMED SEPHIROTH AT A PLACE CALLED CAFE ERSESTAT SOON. YOU ARE ALL INVITED TO JOIN ME.

Sheik took a quick look at Death and wondered why he (he? it?) hadn't mentioned this meeting before. The Sheikah was certain he had not, for a name like Sephiroth was one you didn't forget quickly. Then again, he was standing here talking to people named Usagi, Auron, and Duo respectively. Oh, yes, and Death himself (itself?). This entire situation was screamingly normal, after all.

That thought stowed, Sheik just took in the circle of people and then glanced back at Death. "I'll go with you." he said abruptly. Death seemed to know more about this place than anyone else Sheik had met so far, and he didn't want to lose sight of him. It. Whatever. What was important was that Sheik wanted to corner Death for information later, in a less public setting.

Sheik had the instinct to stick close to Usagi. Probably because she was the only female present (if you didn't think of the the more complicated way that Sheik was the second, adn to save the Sheikah's sanity he did not indulge), and he was feeling an odd kinship with her at this moment. He couldn't explain it. "Anyone else?" he prompted.

No exits? Yes, that was a problem. Auron didn't plan on staying here forever. At least now he had some idea where he was in this odd city. He looked over at Usagi when she spoke and nodded. That was some comfort, at least.

He was thankful for the fact that no one in the group seemed to recognize him, meaning that they probably weren't from Spira. Even if the familiarity would've been nice, Auron didn't much feel like answering questions about why he was still walking around when he had been sent to the Farplane not two months prior, mainly because he didn't have any answers.

Auron's attention was recaptured with Death's invitation. He didn't know where this 'Cafe Ersestat' was--and he was almost certain he'd have little use for it--but Death knew the city and it was better than having no destination at all. "I suppose I could tag along."

“Ouuuch!” Duo winced in pain, astonished by the force of the impact. “Sorry—I, uh, what?” He stared up at the speaker, torn between the shock of being addressed by his name and being addressed by a talking skeleton.

It was probably better to avoid mentioning the latter.

“Um…no, my fault, sorry,” Duo repeated. “Uh…have we met?” He certainly doubted it; he would’ve remembered a skeleton. Especially one dressed in a cloak and, for all purposes, looked like it might be Death incarnate.

His interest perked up at the mention of exits, however, although it certainly wasn’t positive news. This was someone who knew the city and that could be useful. While he had planned to dissect the journal at his first chance, firsthand information would be excellent, for comparisons if nothing else.

“A café?” Duo weighed his options. He was new here and it was fortunate that he had run into—literally—someone with knowledge, even if it was a little odd to be accepting invites from strangers. And if he was stuck here like the skeleton said, he might as well make the most of it. That, and he was hungry. “Works for me.”

"Oh! A cafe!" Usagi beams. The possibility of a meeting was inviting, as well. Whoever this Sephiroth person was, she hoped he knew more about what was going on. Ami and her computer would be a huge help, too.

With a pang, Usagi remembers her quest to search for her friends. She hadn't thought of them in a while. Pursing her lips, she thoughtfully surveys her present company. Going it alone never seemed to do her any good. With a shrug, she accepts the idea. Finding the other girls would be easier once she had a better grasp of the area.

Nodding her confirmation, Usagi also accepts Death's invitation. "Count me in, too."

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