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Characters: K'mee and Anyone Else
Content: K'mee arrives in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: None

This was not at all where she was supposed to be. She remembered saying goodnight to Tanari, giving him tea and speaking before she'd called it a night. They were supposed to speak of the Tao, but instead he and K'mee spent the night laughing together like old friends.

This certainly wasn't home. K'mee stood up slowly, his head dizzy and her vision blurry. She sniffed at the air. No, this wasn't home at all.

She could not see the monks, nor the temple, nor smell the smell of incense and candles.

She sat down cross legged on the ground. Infront of her, maybe 30 or 40 feet away was a door. A happy looking around man was standing there. He gave her a smile and a wave. K'mee offered a nervous smile and a small wave back. He was dressed strangely. He did not look like any samurai K'mee had ever known.

She picked up her hat that lay beside her and brushed it off. She plunked it back on her head, the charms and bangles attached to it's rim swaying back and forth. Under the hat had been a copy of The Tao of Shinsei, which he also brushed off, but stuck in her robes. She finally stood up, picking up her staff (which had been a gift by the great Name-Taker Te'Tik'Kir no less) and she walked towards the round man.

"Welcome to Paixao!" He said, his face was cheery and pleasent. He didn't bow or anything. What a strange samurai.

"K'mee not know-learn what is Paixao. K'mee want go home!" She used her staff to knock him in the shin. "Where Tanari!? K'mee want go-take home!"

"Ouch!" The man rubbed his shin and looked down at the angry little rat girl. "Here, take this.." He passed her an electronic journal.

She took it awkardly in her hands, hitting buttons and having it beep as she did.

"This? What this? K'mee not want this!" She dropped it on the ground as it beeped loudly at her. "Oni! Oni!" She jumped back a foot, before poking it a few tmes with her stick.

The round man just watched, not really sure what to do. He opened the door he stood beside, and motioned inside.

"K'mee not like-like this at all." She shook a finger at the round man. "K'mee come back for samurai-not-samurai! Change samurai-not-samurai into stick! Then useful-tasty!" She threatened in her high pitched squeeky voice. Picking up the journal he'd given her, she walked in. This place was giant!

"What strange warren!" She wondered aloud to herself. She walked slowly, tail moving back and forth nervously. She held onto her staff for dear life. She didn't know any of these people, and they all smelled so strange. "Tanari!" she called out, her voice echoing a little against the walls. "Tanari! K'mee can't See-Find!" She looked around for her friend and master.

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Unsurprisingly, Saïx once again found himself in the vicinity of one of the gates. It wasn't so much because he couldn't help but more because it was easier to see what sort of people might be coming in and what to possibly expect. And, like he had taken to more and more often these days, he was wearing nothing more threatening than a simple blue shirt and a pair of dark grey pants. His blue hair and distinctive scar ... well, those would have been hard to hide, so he simply chose not to.

The small ... rat-person? ... was the one that caught his eye first. For some reason the city seemed to have been drawing more and more hybrids lately. Not that this was a problem of course - and he certainly didn't care in the slightest.

"Lost?" he asked simply as she drew near.

K'mee jumped back, and stared up at the large blue stranger. He towered over her small form, and she had to tip her hat back to better see him. Her eyes sparkled with wonder despite her current situation.

"K'mee look-not-find Tanari. Is strange warren, smell is wrong. Not-not home. Pai-x-ao," she has to say it slowly, not sounding right coming from her rat like mouth, "is not K'mee's home. Large-Blue-not-Samurai know where K'mee is?" She sounded very much like a lost little girl. She just wanted to find Tanari and go home.

She took a few steps forward towards the stranger, still looking him up and down. She seemed terribly curious. "Not samurai?" she asked, sounding very surprised.

If he'd had a heart, he might have felt a small amount of sympathy for the lost rat-person. But as it was, he had no heart and therefore no sympathy. But he could and would answer her questions at least.

"Paixao is a different world," he began. "It is not your homeland, nor is it connected to any place you know. It merely is."

"Warrior perhaps, but not a samurai." After all, you had to have a sense of honor and duty to be a samurai, and while he did have some semblance of a sense of duty he certainly had no intentions of following a code of honor.

Vanaheim Gate - it was one of the more familiar locations for Remy, primarily because he had first entered the city through that great arch. While the rat was slowly settling into his new home, he still visited the gate from time to time, some small bit of hope remaining that he might one day catch one of his friends or family members walking through it, looking for him. Granted, they could just as easily come through one of the other three gates that Paixao boasted, but Remy liked to think that anyone from his own world would somehow default to that particular gate, just as he had. It didn't make sense, but then, nothing about this place really did.

It had been hard fitting in. There were very few other animals in the city, and none of them seemed to be rats. The creatures that sometimes stalked the city streets looked like animals, but everyone seemed to treat them as something different, mysterious and possibly even dangerous. They hadn't given Remy any trouble so far, but he tended to steer clear of them anyway, since they didn't seem to be able to talk. It was a bit of a lonely life, even with the occasional conversation with his new friends in the city. Remy had found himself often talking to himself, or rather the imaginary figure of Chef Gusteau that he tended to conjure up when he was bored. It had been a while since he had last found himself talking to his imaginary friend... Back in Paris, he'd finally figured out what he was doing with his life and hadn't really needed someone to talk to anymore. Now, he was back to being mostly alone, and it was starting to get to him.

Today didn't seem to be any different. His friends still hadn't arrived, and in all honesty, Remy wasn't sure it was really right to want them to show up and be stranded along with him.

Tired of staring at the passerby, the rat decided that now would be a good time to find something else to do with his day. Perhaps he should apply for a job at one of the local restaurants... He had toyed with the idea before but never actually gotten up the nerve to do it. It just seemed... odd. Or maybe it was that he just wasn't quite ready to move on yet.

As he hopped off the bench he had been perched on, someone coming through the gate caught his eye. It wasn't one of his friends, that was for certain. But it was definitely someone of particular interest to him. "What's this?" he murmured to himself. "A giant rat?" It made him think of Ahnassi... She had mentioned giant rats, although hers were supposedly pretty dumb and violent. This one was wearing clothes and seemed to be confused about her current situation. Not a surprise, since most newcomers were.

This definitely deserved investigation, though... Remy lept from the bench and scurried towards the newcomer, keeping an eye out for careless passerby that weren't looking where they were walking. Those were ALWAYS a problem. "Excuse me," he called as he came closer, "May I join you?"

"Not.. home?" she asked. A slightly panicked tone to her voice. "K'mee not like-like this. Is scary world, K'mee not like-like this."
Her eyes scanned around before resting once again on the large blue man.
"Crab-not-Crab, please tell K'mee, this not Realm of Spirits, is? K'mee not.." she gulped, "..dead-dead, is K'mee?"
She could feel something about the man. His Name was strange, like it was missing a piece. She didn't pry into it, Te'Tik'Kir had told her it was rude to play with another person's name without their permission. She left it at that, but watched the Name flicker around the man, wondering what that missing piece might be.

The small voice caught K'mee off guard, and she turned to see the small rat beside her. It spoke! K'mee was pulled from his panick for a moment, and was instead curious at the little rat. Giant blue warriors she had seen at home. Small little speaking rats, these were more of an oddity. K'mee got down on the ground, laying herself flat on his stomach. Her chin flat agains the floor she continued to watch the little one.
"Small-talking-Rat speak-spoke to K'mee?" It was hard to tell, because she was pressed flat against the ground and because her hat was just so big, but it looked like she might be smiling.
"Small-talking-Rat can join K'mee. Stay-stand on ground, or climb-crawl on K'mee? Not want be step-crushed by human-not-samurai"
Her wide and broad hat would make an excellent place to rest. Infact, his hat was so big he could easily lay across it. Likewise the clothes that covered her small frame would be easy to crawl and climb onto.

Her eyes turn up to the big blue haired man, and she chirped happily, "Speaking-talking rat!"

Fear and confusion at coming to a strange new place, that he could understand - if only on a purely intellectual basis. 'K'mee' could likewise be assumed to be the rat-child's name. The use of the term 'crab' however was harder to explain. Doubtless some world-specific term, which made it of little importance.

"No," he answered simply. "While it may be another world you are still as alive as you were when you left your own world."

The arrival of a second talking rat was noticed with what might have once been either amusement or slight annoyance, neither of which was visible on his face. K'mee's happy announcement of the fact that the other rat was capable of speech was likewise met with an internal scowl - although to be fair it was likely to be more of a rarity in other places than it was here.

"I'd noticed," he commented dryly.

It took Remy a moment to understand K'mee's speech. He hadn't really expected her to have such an unusual way of talking, but she obviously wasn't a normal rat, so he supposed maybe he should have been prepared for such an eventuality. It was better than not being able to understand her at all, though.

"Yeah, I spoke to you..." he replied, a little bit amused that she crouched down to the ground to speak to him. That was something else most people didn't do. Usually, if Remy wanted a face-to-face chat, he had to climb up on a counter or something. It was kind of nice that someone was coming down to his level for once, even if it wasn't really necessary.

He smiled at her offer. He was actually fairly used to riding around on somebody. Sure, he didn't have to hide under Linguini's toque anymore, but he had found it was occasionally still useful to hitch a ride on someone's shoulder if the option was open. "Well, uh... Okay, I wouldn't mind a ride, I guess." She was down low enough that he could easily leap up onto the brim of her hat, and he quickly did so. "Thanks..."

The rat made himself comfortable, trying not to move around too much since he didn't want to accidentally knock her hat (and by extension himself) off her head. "So, I guess you just came to the city, huh? Where are you from?"

K'mee stood up when the other rat was on her hat. Her movements were careful and even, her hat stable and secure. It was large on her head, and hung down, there was little way the new rat would be able to knock it over. Her training with the Brotherhood helped, they helped make her much more aware of her movements.

Once she was standing straight, she wiggled her eyes that were poking out of the top of her hat briefly and chirped again. "K'mee has never met-spoke with speak-talking rat before. People say K'mee is speak-talking rat, but K'mee is Nezumi, not rat." Though only one of the two speaking with her would be unable to see it, her girlish grin was very audible in her voice, "K'mee think speak-talking rat very cute."

She cleared her throat, took the wide brim of her hat in her hands, and lifted it off her head. She held it flat before her like it was a plate. careful to always keep it level for the little guy on her head. She looked to both the big blue man, and the little one on her hat.

"K'mee is K'mee. Come from Empire of Ro-ku-gan, monk of Brotherhood of Shinsei, Name-Weaver of One Tribe, and Shaman of Third Whisker." The samurai were always telling everyone all of their impressive titles, so K'mee had gotten into the habit aswell. Still keeping the hat nice and level in her hand, she gave the large man a deep and polite bow, as the samurai do. She turned to the rat on her hat, smiled brightly, and offered him a bow aswell (or as good a bow as she could while holding her hat like a giant plate.)

Saïx gave a slight nod in respomse to K'mee's bow - the closest he'd ever get to giving anyone a bow.

"You may call me Saïx." Where he was from and where his allegiances lay he left unspoken; they were unimportant at best and outright dangerous to be claiming at the most. Technically even admitting to his real name was potentially dangerous these days, but he hadn't bothered to come up with something suitable to replace it yet. Or maybe he simply didn't care.

"I'm Remy, from Paris" the rat introduced himself, giving K'mee a little bow in return. His cheeks had warmed a bit at her compliment on his looks, and he couldn't help but give her a cheerful grin. She seemed very polite, and now he had a name for her species... Nezumi. He still didn't recognize the place she came from, but that wasn't surprising. By now, he'd accepted the fact that there were people coming in from worlds he'd never even heard of. One more mysterious empire was just par for the course. He paused, then thought about her recitation of her titles and added his own, "I was the head chef at the restaurant La Ratatouille before I was brought here."

"It's nice to meet you both," he said politely, glancing over to give Saix a nod of greeting. The blue-haired man seemed more reserved than K'mee, although that didn't necessarily mean he was an unkind person. Remy didn't know quite what to think of him yet, but the rat was generally fine with anyone that wasn't going to try to trap him or kill him.

(( I'm sorry for the lateness of this. My posts should be a lot quicker in the coming from here on out ))

She took time in saying both of their names to herself. They were a little hard for her mouth, and would require practice. She frowned a little bit, said both names again (a little better this time), and nodded to herself.

"K'mee is honoured-please to meet-greet Rem-my and Say-ax." With that, she put the hat careful back ontop of her head, ears wigglings to get comfortable and baubles and treasures hanging from the rim swaying and bumping into eachother.

"Both have strong Names." Her eyes lingered on Saix for a moment, as though she were trying to see a feature that was hard to see... like there was something that was just out of focus.. "Strong Names, important Names, yes? Yes!"

She turned around on spot trying to see everything around her, bringing Remy's point of view with her as she turned. "Human city is like Warren, is underground. Is safe here? Need to scurry-hide?" In a blink of an eye she'd accepted that she would be here for a while, which means survival was not her top priority. "Now find food? Looks like human-city, with.." she pauses, unsure of the word. "What human who give food for shinies?" Eyes go wide again, this time with a little excitment, "Warren have shinies here?"

There was a slight pause as Saïx worked on making sense out of K'mee's odd syntax and a slight mental wince at the mispronounciation of his name. He didn't bother correcting it though - it would help provide something of a help should his affiliations become more public.

Although the mention of 'Names' - and he could almost hear the capital letter ascribed to it; hard not with having heard Nobody and Other bandied about so frequently lately - was interesting, that was the question he answered, moving instead to the rest of her question.

"The city is quite safe," he assured her. He was lying through his teeth. The safety of the city was no better than one would expect in a town comprised of a motley crew of individuals pulled at random for a wide variety of worlds with no apparent rhyme or reason - which was to say, not very. Especially for those who had little ability to either defend themselves or find friends who could protect them.

The next set of questions was answered more truthfully. "Merchants?" It was the first thing he could think of to match what she had asked. "And the city has 'shinies' indeed." After all one only needed look as far as the nearest 'tree' to find something that would well match the term 'shinies'.

The corners of Remy's mouth twitched in amusement at Saix's assurances that the city was safe. Nothing was ever completely safe for a rat, even when people weren't actively trying to kill him or something. It was all a matter of how small he was compared to how big everything else was. "Well, it's safe when people watch where they're going, anyway," he interjected. "At least it's friendlier than SOME cities."

"And you'll quickly notice that everything is shiny here," the rat added. It had been kind of a novel thing at first, but it got old pretty fast. Remy didn't mind city life, but he really did wish there were some actual plants around. Even a weed would be nice, if only to prove that they could still grow somewhere. There was one nice thing about it, though... For some reason, the merchants didn't care if you tore up their golden shrubs and paid them with the leaves. It was like money was merely a formality here. "Trust me, it won't be too hard to get food here. I'd cook you up something myself, but I don't have access to a proper kitchen at the moment."

(OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply! I've had a lot of work to do in the last couple of weeks as finals loom ever closer!)

(( My deepest apologies for the huge delay. Things have been less than stellar locally, and every time I came to post I felt too tired and cloudy in the head. Once again, very very very sorry *smashes head against desk in penance* ))

K'mee just stood there and blinked a few times. Shinies... everwhere...? She looked down and around, and it was true. She could see glimmers and sparkles around. What she had passed off as plants now seemed a little more.. vibrant. Dropping to the ground on all fours (ever being careful to not drop Remy from her had. Luckily she had a good sense of balance). She scurried around on all fours for a moment, until she came across a single blade of grass growing up from between the cracks. With quick and nimble fingers, she plucked it from the ground and stood up in one easy motion.

She held it up really close, squinting to look at it better. "It.. look like green-green-grass. Not smell like green-green-grass though. Name is different.. Name is not alive, not green-green-grass. Name is different.. hard-green-grass."

She held up the blade of grass so that Remy might be able to take it.

"Now Remy has shinie and is important! Where K'mee come from, shinies make important. Remy can have Kitchen and be safe from stomp-squish feet, yes? yes!"

If he'd had the heart for it, he might have found K'mee's antics cute, or possibly amusing. As it was they were simply odd and occasionally annoying. Not that he let it show on his face, naturally. He could and would continue to be at least nominally polite, if a little distant.

"As you say, it is not truly grass. Just a mockery of grass; something to make the city appear more alive."

Just like some of the other Nobodies pretended to proper emotions, he thought. A strange city, truth be told.

Exactly why a rat needed, or wanted, a kitchen was intriguing but mostly unimportant. After all people came from a vast variety of worlds and if one had rat-chefs than it wasn't like it was his place to comment on the oddity.

"Thanks..." Remy said as he reached out to take the blade of false grass that K'mee was offering him. "I wish they'd get some real grass, though...This is pretty, but it's a little over the top. A little bit of natural plant growth would make this city seem a lot more... I dunno... real?" He wasn't sure that was the best way to put it. Obviously, this city was real in the sense that it existed... But there was a sort of falseness to it too.

"Anyway, it would at least be a lot less disconcerting to the newcomers," he added, wrapping the foil-like sliver of metal around his arm like a bracelet so that he'd have his paws free to hang on when K'mee moved around. Experience had made him pretty good at riding on someone's head, but it was still easy to get knocked off if you weren't careful.

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