paixaorpg | Not Made for This Sort of Thing [Active/Open]

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Not Made for This Sort of Thing [Active/Open]

Character(s): Sid, anyone else
Content: Sid arrives at Paixao, panics, and then is distracted by his new journal.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Week 21, evening
Warnings: None that I see coming.

It was the first thing Sid saw when he woke up. The gates, standing tall in the distance. It was hard to miss - The figures of two huge humans with thick sticks. It took a moment for everything else to register, but soon enough it did. The line of people nearby him - dressed very differently from the humans he'd seen - was the second thing to come into focus; the third was the fact that it was night out - so why had he woken up? The fact that he was in a different place from where he'd fallen alseep was the last thing to click in his mind.

But when it did, did it ever. Sid leapt up onto his feet and looked around. "Manny?! Diego?!" He was panicking - How could he not? Sid was usually able to go with the flow, but the flow had never lead him to anything like this before. He kept looking around and calling out his friends names until it became quite clear that he was all alone.

"What the heck is this place?" he muttered to himself. After a moment of thought, he decided that he might as well join the line. They were humans, sure, but the line was moving - going somewhere, which was more than he was doing right now. He didn't bother asking where he was - weirdly dressed or not, these were still humans. Not the most intelligent creatures out there, everyone knew that. Finally, after what felt like ages to the confused sloth, he reached the gate.

"Name, please?"

Sid looked up, startled. The human was talking to him? "S-Sid," he stuttered, making his lateral lisp even more obvious than usual. He was then surprised once again when he was handed a... Thing. Looking at the gatekeeper with confusion, (and maybe a hint of suspicion), he took it, completely unsure of what he'd just gotten. He stood there under the gate - causing a number of people to have to walk around him - and fiddled with his new posession, trying to figure out just what it was.

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At one time, the sight of talking animals would have completely bewildered Braska, but by now he had become so used to the idea that he half expected every animal that came through the gates to be capable of some sort of conversation. He supposed that was what came with being in a place like Paixao for so long and half wondered whether or not that feeling would follow him if he ever went back home (not that he would be able to act on it).

And so it was when he stumbled upon the sloth standing in the gateway that Braska called out, the thought never crossing his mind that he may not be understood. "I think it would be better if you stepped the rest of the way into the city. You seem to be blocking some of the traffic," he advised gently, a small smile on his face. While Braska didn't know what a sloth was, he could tell that the creature before him looked to be confused and especially interested in the journal he was holding. While he wasn't incredibly familiar with the journals used for the animals that came into the city, he was sure that he could help Sid figure out the machina.

Sid was totally ignoring the world around him. A few people bumped into him on the way into the city, tired of waiting behind the sloth, but he didn't react to the jostling. He just continued to prod at this mysterious new item, starting to get a little frustated that he couldn't figure it out. He was Sid, Lord of the Flame. Surely he could figure out a little... Whatever the thing was.

However, he did stop to look up when he was spoken to. He stared over at the human for a moment, surprised one was speaking so... Well. But he shook his surprise off quickly, and looked over his shoulder at the people behind him, who were quickly losing their patience. "Oh. Guess I am. Okay." He stepped in fully through the gateway, approaching the human who had addresed him. "Where am I?" he asked simply, looking back down to the journal.

"This place is called Paixao," Braska said with a gesture toward the city. "You are not the first, ah... person to find yourself in front of these gates." He looked up at the sculptures, studying them for himself. He couldn't remember ever visiting this gate before. It was quite different from the one he had come in from when he had first arrived, wasn't it?

"Most of us here seem to have come from different worlds," he continued. "Why or how that is, none of us are entirely sure yet, and we haven't found a way back yet, I'm afraid. But with hope there should be a path back soon enough." Even if he was almost reluctant to return. He would give almost anything for a chance to continue to stay with his daughter, and he was more than aware that the time that he did have was an incredible gift.

Braska looked back over at Sid, following the sloth's gaze to the journal.
"I am not very good at machina and a bit worse with that version of that particular machina, but I will do what I can. But with both of us working on it, I am sure we will be able to figure it out."

"Paixao. Gotcha," Sid repeated, not looking up. "You know, you're the smartest human I've ever met," he added. He continued to fiddle with the device until his new companion confirmed that this was, indeed, a different world. "Aw, dang," he said, finally looking Braska in the eye. "I can't get back? The herd's gonna be a mess without me... And I'm gonna miss them." He let the frown linger for a moment, before shaking his head. "I'll find a way back to them," he said with confidence. It had to be true - Sid couldn't be seperated from his herd for long. They needed each other, it just wasn't possible.

"Machina?" he repeated slowly, trying to get a feel for the word. "Is that what this thing is called? You wanna help me try and work it?" he asked, offering the journal to Braska with a little smile.

Braska turned a bit sheepish at the compliment. "I thank you, but I am sure that there are many people here much smarter than I am." Or at least smarter in different ways. It was difficult to know as much as many others here when your wold forbade the use of machina such as this.

It seemed Sid had come to the decision most came to when they set foot into Paixao. Not that Braska could blame him. Most people, he imagined, would much prefer to go home to their loved ones than stay here forever. And then there were also those who had been pulled from events they needed to get back to...

"Well, it is what I call it, but I have heard others in the city refer to it as a 'journal,'" he replied. "I suppose it serves a similar purpose, though I have not heard of a pen-and-paper journal capable of letting people speak to others from far away."

He nodded in answer to Sid's other question. "I would be happy to help." He took the journal in his hands, staring at it puzzledly. It didn't seem to have the odd letters (so similar and yet not quite as ornate as Spiran lettering--it had taken him some time to figure them out) that his own journal had. Nor did it have the small ball. Braska turned the journal over in his hands. It didn't seem to be able to open like his, either. Hmmm...

Soon, however, he noticed a button near the bottom. "Ah, I believe this turns it on. Or it is a light that shows when it is on..." It was difficult to tell, really. But Braska pressed the button and the screen popped to life, a small, green light lighting up as the journal waited for voice commands.

"Well, not where I'm from," Sid assured him matter-of-factly. "But if this is a different world, who knows?" He paused for a moment to scratch the tip of his very round nose, listening as Braska continued. "A journal? I'm not sure what that is. But if it lets me tal to people, that's pretty cool."

He smiled as Braska took the journal, watching intently as the man looked it over. When he seemed to hit a realization, Sid's smile spread into a wide grin. "Hey, I think you made it do something!" he pointed out excitedly.

Braska had to wonder what sort of humans Sid was used to interacting with. Most seemed to be more intelligent than Sid was giving them credit for, but perhaps it was a similar situation to that he was experiencing now. "It is a small book where one can write down whatever he wants. What happened that day, current thoughts... That sort of thing. They are usually more private than this, though," Braska explained.

Braska grinned and nodded. "It seems so. Now if I could just figure out how to bring up the map for you... It is much easier to get around the city when you are able to see the map." Suddenly, the map appeared on the screen, and it was all Braska could do not to stare. He breathed out a quiet "Incredible..." How did it know what he wanted it to do? His own journal couldn't do anything like that...

"Oh," was all Sid had to reply to that. He wasn't disinterested, he was thinking - It didn't sound like a bad idea, really, keeping track of all one's thoughts and activities. Even if that didn't seem to be what his journal was meant for.

Sid watched Braska work the journal patiently until Braska's exclaimation of disbelief. "What?" He asked eagerly, trying to jump up and see. "What did it do?"

Braska brought it down a little to show Sid. "Oh, it brought up the map while I was talking about it. I... suppose that means that it somehow knows what to make it do?" he replied, more than a little unsure. Something told him that there was more to it than that, and there were likely other people in the city who could explain this better, but for the moment he would have to make do with what he knew.

"So... I think all we need to do is tell it what we want it to do, and it should work."

Sid grinned widely as he looked at the journal, the image of the map reflecting in his eyes. "It heard you!" he said excitedly, putting his paws around the journal, just under Braska's hands.

He considered this new piece of information for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, clearly adressing the journal and not Braska. "Give me food!"

"I... don't think it is capable of doing that," Braska informed Sid, trying to keep himself from laughing. "From what mine is capable of doing, I believe it is capable of communicating with others, taking pictures, bringing up that map..." He paused, noticing a few other buttons on the device. "I believe these might have something to do with that as well. In any case, it is able to record your voice to play back to other people."

"It's not? Bummer," Sid sighed, removing one hand from his journal and putting it over his stomach, just as it gave a light growl. But the sloth shook his head and tried to focus on what Braska was saying.

"Neat," he stated. "I can totally use that for... Stuff. Maybe it'll help me find my friends." Another light growl. "Or a way to find food."

"You could ask if anyone has seen these friends of yours. Plenty of people come and go through the city gates every day. I'm sure someone will find them eventually. What do they look like? I would like to help as well," he asked, head cocking slightly to the side. "As for food, there should be some cafes and other restaurants around town somewhere. You will have to pay for it, but luckily the citizens will take anything that shines as money. Most people take the leaves off of the trees, but other things will work."

(ooc| ...hold you up for too much longer.)

"Great! Then they're bound to show up!" Sid said happily. "One of 'em's a wooly mammoth - a real big one, too - and the other's a saber-tooth tiger," he explained, not thinking this might not be enough of a description - the possibility didn't cross his mind. He grinned at the mention of places to get food, and at how easy it all sounded. "Cheap food, alright! Y'know, if the guys get here, I could get used to this place. It's not too cold, either."

((we're reaching the end, doesn't it?))

Braska could only stare blankly at Sid's description. "I am afraid there are no such animals where I come from. Could you perhaps give a more detailed description?" he asked. He couldn't blame Sid for wanting to stay. It was nice here, wasn't it? Braska had come to like it quite a bit himself.

Sid stared for a moment, surprised that Braska didn't know the creatures he spoke of. But he shrugged it off and went on, "Manny's a big, brown guy with a long nose and huge ears. And tusks! And Diego's a kind of cat - you have some kind of cats where you're from, don't you? - with really sharp teeth." Here, he held up claws to his eye teeth, to illustrate the point.

Big and brown with a long nose, big ears, and tusks... Maybe this Manny was something similar to a shoopuf? It was a little bit of a leap to be sure, but it was still possible. Braska tried to imagine a brown shoopuf walking through the gates. It was a harder task than he thought. "Diego" seemed like he would be easier to recognize. A cat with large fangs was much easier to imagine.

Braska nodded once the descriptions were finished. "I think I understand. I will keep an eye out for both of them."

Sid smiled widely at this offer to look out for his friends. "Hey, thanks, pal." He scratched at the tip of his nose as he continued. "Name's Sid, by the way. What's yours?" As he finished speaking, his stomach gave another growl.

"It is no trouble," Braska replied. He looked a little surprised at the introduction. He had forgotten to introduce himself again, hadn't he? It seemed he had been doing that more and more often lately. He would have to pay more attention to that. "I am Braska," he said, offering a small, polite yet apologetic bow. "And it seems as though we should do something about that growling stomach of yours. Please, there should be a cafe nearby. I will show you to it."

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Not Made for This Sort of Thing [Active/Open]

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ilu <3

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I'll stop goofing up now, hopefully. XD

lol, don't worry about it. It's a Monday, blame it on that! lol

Ha, fair enough. :)

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I'm so sorry I took so long! Also, do you want to start wrapping this up, or...? I don't want to...

Oh, don't worry about it! And don't worry, you're not holding me up. Though it does seem like

Thanks, and I'm glad to hear that. And okay, how do you want to end this?

Hmmmm... Braska might offer to show Sid to one of the cafes and we could trail it off there?

That sounds like a plan to me.

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