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Is this a dream? [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Joshua Christopher, Reno, OPEN
Content: Joshua’s arrival.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and the area around it.
Time: A time that is very timely in its grand timeliness on the epic scale of time. Yes.
Warnings: Er… Joshua’s insane.
The first thing that had entered Joshua’s disorderly mind was confusion. He should have been used to it, really. There were a lot of things he missed, things just went over his head sometimes, things he had no control over catching. Sometimes he couldn’t care enough to remember them.
He came into the world of Paixao with a rushed step forward and found himself stumbling into a line of people. Joshua nearly slammed into them, had he not been quick enough to catch his balance before it got the better of him. Blond brows drew inward as he studied them. Where was he – how had he gotten here?
Was he dreaming again?
He fell into line with the other lambs, wearing their soft coats while hiding the fangs of a lion, even if the truth glinted in his eyes. It took a few minutes until he reached the front of the line and stepped through the gate.
“Where am I?” He asked, innocent enough.
He got an answer and a journal shoved into his hands before he was shuffled along. Joshua didn’t like being pushed around. He wasn’t a part of the herd. If he had to be a sheep, then he was the black sheep, waiting and plotting in secret, wanting so bad to escape. He scanned the area from the left to the right and saw blond hair and blue eyes on more people than he would have liked.
If this was a dream, it certainly made sense. Was he supposed to look through all of the faces for his sister? For his Rosette? He was so uncertain. His dreams were usually memories and a lot warmer than this. He didn’t want to search a faceless crowd for the face he had finally recalled.
Joshua came to the realization that it very well might have been reality. But why would Aion send him away in the middle of achieving the destiny he had chased for so many years? It didn’t make any sense at all. He looked down at the journal in his hands as he kept walking, paying no mind to the people he may or may not have bumped into.
At least the horns atop his head weren’t visible, for the time being. It made him blend in.
Content: Joshua’s arrival.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and the area around it.
Time: A time that is very timely in its grand timeliness on the epic scale of time. Yes.
Warnings: Er… Joshua’s insane.
The first thing that had entered Joshua’s disorderly mind was confusion. He should have been used to it, really. There were a lot of things he missed, things just went over his head sometimes, things he had no control over catching. Sometimes he couldn’t care enough to remember them.
He came into the world of Paixao with a rushed step forward and found himself stumbling into a line of people. Joshua nearly slammed into them, had he not been quick enough to catch his balance before it got the better of him. Blond brows drew inward as he studied them. Where was he – how had he gotten here?
Was he dreaming again?
He fell into line with the other lambs, wearing their soft coats while hiding the fangs of a lion, even if the truth glinted in his eyes. It took a few minutes until he reached the front of the line and stepped through the gate.
“Where am I?” He asked, innocent enough.
He got an answer and a journal shoved into his hands before he was shuffled along. Joshua didn’t like being pushed around. He wasn’t a part of the herd. If he had to be a sheep, then he was the black sheep, waiting and plotting in secret, wanting so bad to escape. He scanned the area from the left to the right and saw blond hair and blue eyes on more people than he would have liked.
If this was a dream, it certainly made sense. Was he supposed to look through all of the faces for his sister? For his Rosette? He was so uncertain. His dreams were usually memories and a lot warmer than this. He didn’t want to search a faceless crowd for the face he had finally recalled.
Joshua came to the realization that it very well might have been reality. But why would Aion send him away in the middle of achieving the destiny he had chased for so many years? It didn’t make any sense at all. He looked down at the journal in his hands as he kept walking, paying no mind to the people he may or may not have bumped into.
At least the horns atop his head weren’t visible, for the time being. It made him blend in.
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Besides, he'd only really ever seen the 'newcomers' use the journals, much less pay any sort of attention to them. They didn't even seem to post on them. So as far as he was concerned, having a journal was a pretty good indicator of someone of worth. Having been around to see the kid's entrance certainly hadn't hurt either.
"Might wanna pay 'ttention t' where you're goin'," he commented, falling easily into step behind Joshua.
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“Oh? Where's the fun in that? It takes out all the mystery.” He said, with a slight narrowing of his eyes. It wasn’t like him to forget his manners. He was usually polite to strangers, but he was on edge a little. He didn’t understand why he was here and anyone willing to strike up conversation was fair game. At least, for the time being, he wasn't taking any reckless action.
In such a crowded city though, it was only a matter of time before the noise got inside him. He could only tune it out for so long and his control over it wasn't even that strong.
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"There ain't any," he answered, shrugging nonchalantly and doing his best to look relatively harmless, if not innocent. "But this place ain't exactly one'f the safest places, yo. Pretty sure you wouldn't wanna 'tract th' wrond kind'f attention."
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"How dull." He noted and dropped his eyes back down to the journal in his hands. What was it for, what did it do - why did he care? He would have fiddled with it if he were along. Joshua glanced back up and flashed a grin at those words. Such a blinding smile for the evil he was capable of bringing. "You should worry more about yourself. I'm quite capable."
The wrong kind of attention? In other's eyes, he already had - not that he was aware of this. The only thing he could think of was how loud it tended to get. He didn't want to attract that. He needed to get out, find an abandoned building, something on the outskirts of town.
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"No need t' worry 'bout me. Not if I'm not gonna worry 'bout you."
Actually, he didn't really care enough to worry about the other. But he was hardly going to mention that. Or at least, not yet.
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He already knew the name of this dreadful place. Journals were for writing down the events of one's life and the secret thoughts. He didn't much have a need for that and yet he found himself still holding onto it. Even still, Shader had created plenty of things that looked like normal objects but weren't. "What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, lifting up the journal a little.
It seemed pointless to him - making conversation. He planned to leave just as soon as he had an answer.
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For the most part, anyway.
"'Sa journal. Lets you keep in touch with th' rest 'f th' people in the city."
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So, it was more than it looked.
"Strange." He murmured. Computers were foreign to him. He was from the 1920s. Luckily, Shader had been around to teach him some of the hi-tech stuff, as long as he could listen anyway. Speaking of listening, it was getting harder and harder to do just that. They were moving farther into the city, which meant the early workings of a severe headache were coming on. It showed in his face.
"Not now," he muttered out of clenched teeth, before lifting one hand to his head. The citizens of Paixao didn't know what they were in for.
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"Something the matter?" he asked. Hopefully his curiosity wouldn't get him into trouble this time. But if it did it wasn't like he was a stranger to having to get out of messes of his own making.
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"The noise." He ground out as the hand on his head slid down and back to his side. "Everyone's so loud." It likely didn't make any sense, given the fact that it was actually quiet around them. Sure, maybe a little chatter from passerbys but it was peaceful. Nowhere as noisy as the things he was hearing.
It was like chalk grating in a high-pitched squeal down the chalkboard on replay. The annoyance just kept going and going and going and before the stranger's eyes, horns were now visible to him. The demonic side had come out to play.
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"It ain't that noisy," he answered, voice trailing off as horns appeared on the kid's head. That... was probably not good. Form shifts rarely were, in has experience. Not that he was going to be getting the hell out of the area just yet. Not when he wasn't sure that running would be just as much of a problem as staying.
He was however, not going to go without arranging things so that he could protect himself, hand closing on his EMR even if he didn't bring it out into full view just yet.
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It was the Seventh Bell Orphanage all over again. With one sweep of his hand, four people in front of him were frozen in place. They were solid stone. It wasn't the blunt extent of his power, which meant it was temporary. Any louder and he would try to freeze the whole city forever.
Joshua wasn't used to asking for things. The Sinners usually just knew. He needed Aion here to make it stop. Or Fiore to make it stop hurting. It was always so very quiet when she was around. "Aren't there any empty buildings here?"
[ooc: Joshua is very fail at being social. Anyway, I was looking at the map and I was thinking maybe Reno could get him to St. Destino Hospital? Or he could run away. Either or.]
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On the other hand running was probably not the best of solutions either, and he really didn't want to find out first hand what else the kind was capable of. Besides, Rufus would probably want to have words with him if he found out that he'd gotten himself Stopping my some kid. He was a Turk after all, and Turks were supposed to watch out for that kind of thing.
"Ah... yeah," he finally answered. "They ain't exactly close though."
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"That won't be a problem. Afraid of heights?" He was saying as little as he could managed while still getting the point across.
Not that he actually cared if he was. That wasn't Joshua's problem.
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Not that he expected the other would know that, but really, it wasn't any of his business. Well, not unless it came up in conversation, but how often did 'oh, I just happen to fly planes' come up in casual conversation?
"Nope. Heights're just fine by me."
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It was too bad that he had to see more of what the devil apostle was capable of. White wings sprouted on his back, pushing through the fabric. Most apostles that abused their powers lost it, but Joshua was lucky. He had devil horns, which was another source of power for him.
"That's good." He told him. "Now, take me." It wasn't a question in any way, shape, or form. And really, Reno wouldn't be taking him anywhere if he agreed to help, he'd just be directing.
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"'S that way," he answered, pointing approximately southeast.
Hopefully a hospital would be quiet enough.