paixaorpg | Where's the Green? [Active]

Character(s): Jake Sully
Content: Jake wakes up in Paixao, at a very bad moment.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Early morning
Warnings: none expected

Jake shrugged his broad blue shoulders, yawning a little. Then he blinked. “Neytiri?!” he shouted to empty air. “NEYTIRI?!” He jumped to his feet and looked around, reaching for his knife. But nothing moved. The grass and plants barely felt alive, and there was no one around. There weren’t any animals either. This wasn’t Pandora.

“How am I still in my Avatar, though?” Jake asked himself, examining the lanky blue arms of the Na’vi body and finding his bow next to a foot. “Is my human body still linked, back on Pandora? Or am I dreaming or something?” He sighed, feeling the ground with a couple of fingers. There was no feeling of energy coming from it, Eywa was not here. Jake’s expression fell with another realization: the ikran, and the toruk he was newly bonded to, weren’t here either. He had his knife, his bow, and only three arrows. He’d have to save them for something big.

There was a huge gate in front of him, and every couple minutes someone would walk through. If they were happier-looking, it would’ve seemed like they were walking into an amusement park. But they all seemed just as lost as he was. He picked up his bow and slung it over his shoulder, and checked the strap on his quiver for the knife. Then he set his face straight, certain that he’d find a way back to the Omaticaya somehow, and soon. He wasn’t about to let his people suffer.

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There were some things that Squall had gotten more or less used to over the course of his stay in the place. He still didn't like the place much, and couldn't exactly be said to be interested in staying longer than he had to, but that wasn't much of a surprise. It seemed that everyone wanted to get back. It was normal, or the closest he could get to normal at the very least. People came, and people went, and every now and then someone new wandered in through the gates.

Usually, though, the new arrival wasn't taller than he thought any being really had a right to be and blue. But a question was a question and he supposed he could at least manage the courtesy of answering.

"It's not a dream."

That was not what Jake wanted to hear. "And you would be?" he asked sincerely. "And if this isn't a dream, do you know where we are? Or better yet, how the hell I might have gotten here?"

The Na'vi had the feeling that this guy wouldn't be able to answer any of the questions but the first one, but being around Neytiri for so long had given him a sense of hope. Well...maybe the second question too, if the guy had been here for a while. But the third? Jake was pretty doubtful. Especially since he didn't have any idea himself.

"Hell, if you know someplace good to eat that might be better than answering any of the other ones."

"Paixao," Squall answered simply. "A city inside a castle. No one really knows how we got here."

Oh sure, he had theories, and he probably wasn't the only one, but that wasn't answer. Not one he'd give to a new arrival. There was far too much he'd have to explain before his guesses would even make sense.

"There's a couple of places around." Presumably that was meant to answer the question about food prospects. (Why did he always seem to get the hungry newcomers?) "Squall, by the way." There was no offer of a hand to shake, but then again Squall wasn't really that sort of person.

"Squall, huh? Weird name. I'm Jake." The big blue humanoid held out his hand for a handshake. "So, this place is Paixao? About as weird as Pandora, I guess. Though I miss all the green."

The Na'vi took a moment to gaze around at the buildings that populated the street; they were sparse here, so close to the gate, but quickly got crowded and began to smash up against each other. It reminded him a little of some of the really, really old towns on Earth. Especially the architecture of the place.

"A city...in a castle. Must be a really big castle." He thought of Home Tree, and how immense it was. He figured if a tree could grow that big, maybe enough people could build a castle that fit a city like this, too.

It wasn't any odder than any of the other names he'd heard so far, or at least, not to him. But he'd admit (if only to himself) that he might be a little biased. He's grown up with the name, after all.

"There's an island past a door in a church, if you were looking for plant life?" he offered with a faint shrug. He couldn't really figure why Jake would be looking for plants, but he could at least point him in the right direction.

Sadly, the hand being offered for a handshake was ignored.

"An island past a door in a church," Jake repeated in disbelief. "How does that work?" He shook his head. "Probably the same way we got here."

"Where were those food places? I'll worry about the door to an island later."

"Magic?" Squall answered with a shrug. It was as good a guess as any, really. Besides, if you looked at it logically there was no real way for a door to open out to an island otherwise.

"This way." There was a nod in the general direction he meant.

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