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Character(s): Naminé, Vyers
Content: Naminé (re?) enters Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Evening during Hades' party, week two
Warnings: None yet.

Naminé blinked in the as she looked at the domed city. This place was wholly unlike anything she had ever seen, opulent and glittering. Had DiZ sent her here? But no, that was impossible; she had yet to finish repairing Sora’s memories. The girl’s eyes lowered as she remembered the man’s frightening anger. You are a Nobody. You don’t have the right to exist.

But he was wrong, she knew he was; Nobodies were an essential part of a whole, the body and soul left behind when someone lost their heart. At least, that’s how it normally went. Naminé and Roxas, however, had bodies of their own, and seemed to have no lack of heart—though that was perhaps because Sora and Kairi had their hearts again, instead of being lost to the darkness. Naminé held her sketchbook close to her chest, stepping up to the gates almost tremulously. She gave a small smile to the guard who greeted her as she walked inside, laden with pamphlets and a strange electronic device.

Naminé looked curiously at the things she had been given, odd memories of things that never happened tugging at her. This was all so strange; what in the world was going on? Naminé was certain she had never been here… but if that was the case, why did she suddenly have such a strange feeling? How had she gotten here? All in all, this place somehow seemed ominous, although the girl had no way of knowing why.

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Vyers had wandered off again. He'd kept an eye out for Flonne and Etna, just as he said he would, but he had yet to find either of them. Of course, he wasn't spending most of his time doing that. Mostly, he was thinking. About what had occurred just recently, over what had occurred before that, about nearly everything.

The demon sighed faintly, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at the artificial sky. Perhaps he was thinking too much? ...Most likely.

He took his eyes off the painted stars to look at his surroundings. Oh, had he made it to one of the gates so soon? He still wasn't quite used to the city's shrinking. It had just happened all of a sudden. Well, he supposed it was time to find lodgings again. Really, he needed to find somewhere more permanent to stay. If only he could find the right place...

It was as he turned to leave that he noticed the lost-looking child holding the sketchbook. He thought she looked somewhat familiar, though from where he couldn't say. She looked almost like she could be one of the natives, and yet her thoughtful expression (mostly the thoughtful part), told otherwise.

Well... He couldn't very well leave a damsel in distress, could he?

The demon approached her, a gentle smile on his face. "Do you need some help?"

Naminé squeaked as she heard an unfamiliar voice, jumping slightly. She turned around with a small gasp. "... Oh!" exclaimed the girl, hugging her sketchbook protectively and looking Vyers in the face. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't hear you approach." She managed a smile, especially as the man didn't appear to mean her any harm. "I'm afraid I've gotten lost," she said politely, "and I don't know where I am or how I got here." She lowered her gaze to the ground, her small shoulders hunched as she realized how ridiculous that sounded. "What is this place?" It all looks so familiar...

He paused a little longer than he would have normally, trying to decide how to act. It was difficult even now to decide who he was supposed to be himself around. Ah, the perils of becoming too used to one's persona...

"I am afraid none of us quite know how we have arrived," he replied with a shrug. "It is but a mystery. As for where you are, this is the city of Paixao."

((S-sorry for lateness and shortness))

Naminé nodded, blinking upon the revelation of the city's name. She bit her lip as her small shoulders hunched instinctively. "Paixao..." she murmured, lowering her eyes. That sounds familiar. But for some reason, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She was sure that ominous feeling she was having, however, held a few answers.

The girl looked up at Vyers and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. "My name is Naminé. Who are you?"

She was smiling, at least, which was good to see, though the girl seemed rather timid. A rather shy girl at the very least.

"Vyers, the Dark Adonis at your service," he replied with a deep, sweeping bow and a playful smile on his lips. "And, on that note, how might I be of service? I suppose I could take the time to show you you around if you wish."

Naminé certainly wasn't used to people acting like this towards her - usually it was either bossing her around and being cruel, and if not that it was the so-called "witch" working to show someone else the way. At least, that's how it was these days. Therefore, it was a surprise to her when someone was actually offering to help her, so the girl merely stood there for a few moments and tried to think of what to say.

"Th-thank you," she managed, ducking her head, her cheeks hot with shy embarrassment. "I would like that."

Very shy indeed. My, my, she would definitely need to work on getting more confidence, especially in a place such as this. He chuckled and offered the young lady an encouraging smile. "Excellent!" So he would be taking her on a tour of the city, would he? Ah, she couldn't have chosen better. "Let's see... Is there any place in particular you would like to go to first? Somewhere to state? Somewhere to eat?"

The young-looking (though not nearly as young as she looked) Nobody managed a stronger smile this time. She was no longer the same Naminé that had been in Castle Oblivion two years ago, but she was still rather shy and unsure of herself - except when it came to her goals. "I... I would like to see the city," she told him, sounding only a little more confident than she felt - which wasn't very much, but she would try.

Hm... That wasn't exactly very much help, but he supposed they could walk around the city for awhile. "Very well, then let us begin," he began, turning around to start down the path. "Hm... I suppose it is just as well that we merely see the sights of the city. After all, at this hour I imagine most establishments will be closed," he mused, mainly talking to himself, but to some point hoping to break the child out of her shell by striking up conversation.

"Sadly, the beauty of this place tends to lessen the longer one stays."

Naminé followed Vyers almost meekly and kept her sketchbook hugged to her chest. She looked up at the false night sky and nodded, but it may as well have been to herself, especially as Vyers didn't seem to have eyes in the back of his head. The so-called "witch" padded behind the demon, her sandals slapping against her heels as she moved. "I... I don't mind if everything's closed. I just don't want to get lost."

The blonde blinked up at the man, her eyes slightly wide with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"No need to worry, my dear, I would never allow such a thing to happen," he assured her, turning back to her with a wide grin. "What sort of gentleman would I be if I did so?" He chuckled goodnaturedly before adopting a much more somber expression as he stopped and turned to her fully at her next question.

"These are very dark times. There are three groups of people all fighting one another. There is one group that works for the betterment of the city, but, even so, the conflict leaves a dark cloud hanging above us all." He sighed, putting a hand on his hip, but seemed to cheer up again not long after. "But that doesn't mean we cannot enjoy what we have! And this place does shine so beautifully sometimes."

Naminé walked a little faster so as to walk beside the man. "Thank you," she smiled. "That's very kind." She was glad that she wouldn't have to worry about getting lost in such a large place, at least for now. Her small smile faded, though, at the mention of fighting. "Who is fighting," she asked, "and why? What's going on in this place?"

Maybe Roxas was in the city somewhere. She had to tell him the truth, after all, before Sora woke up.

Of course it was kind. No one had a kinder heart than him, after all. The young lady was truly lucky to have met him first. "Let's see... There is the Organization and the group formed to fight against them, known only as the Resistance," he explained, "Recently, a third group has entered the fray. We are not sure exactly where they have come from, but they have taken up residence in city hall."

He didn't have all the information, sadly (something he would be sure to change soon enough), but he could tell her what he could. One should always be armed with knowledge, especially in such dangerous territory.

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