paixaorpg | Under Vanaheim into the city [Closed]

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Under Vanaheim into the city [Closed]

Character(s): Marluxia, those entering through Vanaheim.
Content: Entering the Vanaheim Gate.
Setting: Vanaheim.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None for the moment.

Such a beautiful thing. Simple, but complicated all the same.

Marluxia stood outside the Gate along with a host of others unlike him. Just one in a crowd. And they were all drawn into the city, like many moths to a flame. He couldn't say he wasn't also.

Such a morning to be intiated into the city. A winding snake of a line led from the entrance to around the gates, people idling and standing for their turn to enter the dome. Sun rise inside. A 'sun' slowly waking up, carrying along the city-dwellers on its tail. Hood over his face, he journeyed to the front of the line. Nevermind that glances were thrown his way, annoyed and confused. He wouldn't be one to wait.

As he was closer, he could see the Gate much clearer. A pair of trees - heavy with glistening fruits - branches reaching with brown fingers to curl into each other. A natural arc. The trees' branches entwined, the fruits the trees bore hanging like welcome signs, ushuring the waiting people into a new city, a new life.

Hm. Strange. It wasn't natural. As one approached it, walking under it's arc, you could see the strange glisten on the bark, the bright green leaves, the pale fruits. The angle of the light? No, the materials. These trees were glass, yet from afar they looked as real as the people who walked under them.

As he ignored the looks and gazed at the gate itself, a small box was shoved at him, followed by a question.

"What is your name?"

"Nobody." A shrug, looking at the black journal, turning it over in a gloved hand. Plain. It would work. Another's scrambling hand made for it, showing how it opened by pushing down a button on the side. He didn't get a chance to see who's hand it was, as he was urged forward, under and through the gate into the dome. Another's hand touched his face, caught back, and some sort of frown was directed at him, before the owner scampered off. Curious. All he saw was a flash of dirty robes.

He wasn't one to notice such things, however. He was inside the dome now, still looking curiously at the journal. It glowed blankly at him, displayed with a map above a small keyboard. Well, this would be useful. Then a gaze up, to actually look at the dome. At the 'sun'. Still creatures traveling the skies. Dragons with scales of flame, gryphons with feathers like blades.

This would be a most interesting journey.

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First there was a burst of light. Following swiftly after was the feeling of being swept aside by a large, incorporeal hand.

And then Gojyo sat down on nothing.

Sitting down on nothing is basically the same thing as throwing yourself at the ground- arse first. Needless to say, it was quite painful. Gojyo sat up, groaning and rubbing his sore tailbone.

"What the hell was that?"

The last thing he remembered clearly was being in a comfortably grimey bar and heading over to the poker table to start the night's work. But this place was rather lacking in poker tables and drunk people.

Alternatly, giant trees and long lines seemed to be in good supply. Gojyo stood up and brushed off his pants. Deciding that he needed some answers, and considering there happened to be some people standing around to ask, he headed over to the nearby queue.

"Hey buddy, what's going on here? Where are we?"

The man's who shoulder he'd placed a hand on turned around and looked at him as if he'd grown a third eye.

"Don't cut."

Someone behind him demanded. Gojyo blinked, stepping out of the determined line-waiter's way. The guy he'd started talking to was already facing forward again as if he'd never existed.

"What's everyone's problem? What are you all waiting for?"

The half-breed exclaimed, getting rather impatient with the general populace's strange behaivor. No one answered- no one so much as looked at him either. Gojyo wished Hakkai was around- he was polite and good at getting people to talk. Or even Sanzo- he had a gun and a way of scaring people into cooperating.

"What, if I stand in this line are you guys gonna talk to me? Huh?"

He grumbled loudly, stomping back to the end of the queue and taking a place behind the last person. He did recieve a response for that action- but not a verbal one. The woman in front of him turned around and pressed a small pink box into his hands.

"Hey, lady wait- what is this? What's the deal?"

He was ignored again. Gojyo sighed and pryed open the square object. It unfolded neatly into a screen and pad- with words flashing acros the former explaining that the device was a personal journal.

"...a journal. I want to know where I am and she gives me a journal. This place makes a lot of sense."

The only thing left to do was wait. Nothing else really seemed to get him anywhere. The red-head wished one last time that he'd been able to bring along a drink. At least when you were drunk things that didn't make sense didn't bother you too much.

Naminé was trying to patiently wait her turn in line. She fumbled with her sketchbook as people pushed past her. It was getting harder and harder to clutch the book to her chest. She was swept up in the force of the crowd and presently found herself getting closer and closer towards the gate. On its side stood two trees, in all their fake glory. she had little time to admire them, as she was again pushed and pulled into the line. As she cast one last look at the gate, she saw a hooded figure enter. She narrowed her eyes, not having to think for long which one of them the figure might be.

She reached one of the booths and looked up at the young man. There was something eerie about the way the person looked. But she did not have much time to examine him as a small, hard book was shoved in her face.

"Name?" the person asked.

"Oh, Naminé..." she replied, slightly flustered at the quick pace. She opened the little book to find that it was not a book at all. She carried it over to the side of the gate, in a desperate attempt to get away from the confusion, and sat down near one of the trees. It had a small keyboard and screen. She ran her fingers over the keys, listening to the small clicks it made. One of the keys she hit caused the screen to lighten, and the small device turned on.

She looked up into the high branches of the trees, watching the glass fruits sway, and set about to writing her first journal entry.

“So what’s this thing anyway?” Unlike those who were shoved forwards without any chance of protest, the blonde miraculously held his ground from the pushing crowd behind him; a literal waterfall of hands attempting to shove his back, though several recoiling the moment they set so much of a finger on the night shaded leather.

But Demyx had always been a stubborn person, going as far as to ignoring them all until his simple question was answered. The journal in his hands was a shade of lavender, earning an obvious wrinkle of protest from his nose. There was another heave behind him, and the nobody let his heels dig into the soil underneath to ensure he wouldn’t go flying too soon.

“A Journal,” The voice in front of him spoke harshly. “Now get. You’re hogging up the line.”

“Yeah, but what do I need a journal for?” Obviously, it looked like he didn’t now squat about the lives that surrounded and often choked this place. But he had just gotten there, so who could really blame him?

… Well, a lot of people actually. But that was only because they were impatient bastards who couldn’t even wait for Death himself to come.

“Because, young man,” The voice sounded even more agitated. “It’s a custom. You should feel grateful that we’d give you such a thing.”

Ah, so Demyx’s expression really was obvious?

He gave a lazy shrug, though slapped away a few hands that tried to haul him forward by his coat. One of them was a young woman who’s eyes widened the moment she tried to touch him, recoiling right back into the crowd that was now wiggling and squirming around, many wondering why the hell the line inwards had ceased to even move an inch.

By then Demyx’s heels had dug into at least an inch of the ground.

“I think I’m feeling just a tad bit more offended than I probably should be.” Before the man could just hell at him to move forward or the crowd behind him to continue their constant batting, the blonde suddenly walked forwards; causing everyone behind him to rush and fall forwards at the sudden replacement of his physical and dense body into nothing but air. He looked behind him for a moment with a raised eyebrow, but otherwise made no move to inch closer anymore.

“Hey, do you any of you know where I am?”

Now it was his turn to recoil back when an ungodly amount of people began screaming at the top of their lungs.

“VANAHEIM! VANAHEIM!” And several “Now hurry up and MOVE” followed up right afterwards.

Demyx blinked.

“… Vanawhat?”

Now, Demyx couldn’t possibly handle an onslaught as several other pairs of hands rushed forward to grab his arms. And with the force of the crowed behind him the nobody was reluctantly sent forward passed the giant glass trees that welcomed everyone into the world with the sight of them alone.

He stumbled around, trying to regain the footing that he temporarily lost, and when he did the blonde subjected himself to shaking his fist at the cheering crowed who was a little ways behind him. But unfortunately, what happened had happened and Demyx had nothing better to do than to just follow forth and into this new city.

“…”

Taking one look at the lavender journal in his hands, Demyx snorted before tossing the thing over his shoulder and strode forward.

He'd rather get something less flamboyant, thanks.

She snapped the lid down on her notebook, and looked over the crowd. Still many people waited in the lines, those both confused and impatient. It had not thinned out as she had hoped it would after the morning rush. She had wanted to request more information about the city, but it did not seem like that would be happening.

She stood up, placing both the notebook and her sketchbook securely into the crook of her arm. She took a deep breath, and slipped into the city. She was not met by as much commotion as she had expected. It seemed the size of the city had worked to fan out the population into all its corners. She found that she could breath easier now that she had room. She found a spot on the (exceedingly fake) grass along the path. She once again opened her notebook and was greeted to a small map of the city.

She thought, and not for the first time, that the world was far too large for a child as small as herself. She looked down the path at the seemingly never-ending line of buildings. The world was much too big. But then again, that was partially her fault. She was surprised to feel wetness on her cheeks. She had begun to cry. She didn't move to wipe away the tears, but let them slip down her face to pool at the bottom of her chin.

Okay, so that was wierd.

Maya looked around, finding herself in a line. She didn't remember being in a line, and certainly didn't remember a city nearby. Did mountains have such freaky supernatrual happenings?

She was shoved lightly ahead, causing Maya to loose her balance for a moment. She stayed unusually silent, looking around and taking in her new mysterious surroundings. If this had happened to her on the mountain, then maybe this was supposed to happen?

"Hurry it up!" a deep shout called; the line suddenly started to push more quickly.

"Yikes!" it took Maya a lot of effort not to keep from getting squished.

"Your name."

"Huh?" she looked up.

"Your name," a man ordered once more. "Quickly."

"M-Maya Fey, sir!" she hastily answered.

"Good." After quickly jotting something down, he shoved a small box in Maya's hands, then quickly shooed her away with his hand.

She obeyed and strode off in the direction of the line. And then... a city?

Right, city, that could wait. What was this box in her hands? After pushing a button, a screen came up; text scrolled across it, explaining its purpose as a journal.

"Ohh, neat!" Maya chimed. "This is way more awesome than anything back home! Speaking of home, I should probably find out what this place is..."

Edward Elric stared at the strange intertwining trees and the long line of people slowly filing under them, certain he had lost his mind. He turned around once more, his familiar red coat flapping slightly with the movement, confusion written plainly on his features. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was exploring some idiot rogue alchemist's lab and had opened a door, checking for more caged animals.

There had been a flash of blue light, not entirely like the light from a transmutation, and when his vision cleared...

Well, he had seen the trees. And the people. Turning around quickly showed him that the door he had stepped through was long gone.

Maybe he was hallucinating? No, Edward immediately dismissed that option. It sounded too real... he could hear people chattering and shuffling nervously in line. The slight wind felt far too real for it to be a hallucination.

Maybe he was dead.

Edward swallowed and looked around again. He didn't think he was dead, even if the blue light had been an array activating he would have noticed something. Deciding to bite the bullet, so to speak, he strode purposefully over toward the line of people. "Hey!" He called, zeroing in on the guy at the end of the line. "Where the hell is this?"

The man stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. Edward rolled his eyes impatiently - what, was the question that hard? "Well? Where is this?"

"Vanaheim," the man said, sounding like Edward should know this. He turned away from the blonde and shuffled forwards with the line.

"Oooookay," Edward said, shaking his head once. "You do that zombie thing, have fun with that." He glanced around again, trying to spot his next victim. When he looked behind him, he was surprised to see that there were now people behind him as well, forming into a line. "What-?"

He was jostled forward as the line moved. Edward growled, not liking this one bit. "Hey, buddy! Watch your hands! What the-- ow! What the fuck's wrong with you people??" Being pissed and yelling at the people behind him made him forget his strange surroundings for a few minutes - enough time for the line to migrate forward and for him to be nudged under the gate made of false trees.

Edward stared above him in surprise... were the trees made of glass? They were intricately carved if that was in fact the case, and an amazing work of art.

"Name."

He glanced over in surprise - some scowling guy was taking down people's names. Swallowing his fear that he was dead, and some guardian of the afterlife was taking peoples names to decide their eventual fate, he scowled right back at the man. "My name's Edward Elric," he proclaimed haughtily. "Who the hell are yo-"

Even as he was speaking some person standing next to the man shoved a small box in his hands and he was pushed unceremoniously forwards. He gave a small shout of surprise, stumbling out of reflex. Both of the people working the gate were ignoring him, already on to the next person. He snarled, gave them the finger and finally took a look at the box he'd been handed.

He strode away from the gate - what had that guy called it? Vanaheim? Gah, the name reminded him too much of that bastard, he didn't like it. He flipped the box over in his hands, finding a button that when pushed, popped it open. It seemed to be some sort of journal... but without pages? It was strange... when he pressed another button it brought words up on the blank screen and they scrolled when he pressed another button.

So engrossed was he in trying to figure out this bizarre item, Edward wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings and walked right into someone. Before he could mumble an apology (or whatever passed for one), he was shoved aside and the person continued on.

He glared after them, then decided to save figuring out what the page-less journal was when he wasn't walking down a busy main street. He looked around again, before picking a direction and setting off. All he had to do was find someone who knew something about this place, and he'd be good...

Naminé looked up, slightly startled by the appearance of another person in front of her. It was a red-haired girl, holding a handkerchief out to her, which Naminé took gratefully.

"Thank you," Naminé said, wiping some of the tears off her cheek, "I think I'm all right. I'm just a little overwhelmed I guess." The grass was beginning to prick her bottom, but she made no move to get up. After wiping her cheeks as best she could she held the handkerchief back out to the girl.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for getting it wet like this," she said. Naminé was slightly embarrassed to having been caught crying. It was always like her to break down at times like these. But that wasn't going to get her anywhere.

The girl was giving the handkerchief to her. Naminé spread the handkerchief out and opened her sketchbook, placing it between the pages. She closed the book, pressing the handkerchief flat. She didn't have any suitable pockets, so this would have to do.

"Thank you," she said to the girl. She looked up at the matching handkerchief the girl held out in front of her. It was done in the same white and purple pattern as the one now in her sketchbook. Naminé couldn't help but smile.

She turned to the girl, her bangs falling across her face. "I'm Naminé. Pleased to meet you Kairi."

For the first time that day, Naminé was starting to feel even just a little bit happy.

Demyx didn't get too far passed the trees when he noticed a rather familiar figure nearby, busily staring upwards to probably notice anything else. So with a lazy grin, he strolled casually up to the brunet like he was merely going over to talk to an old acquaintance.

He didn't stop until he stood right next to Marluxia, rolling his heels into the ground absent-mindedly.

"Hey there, stranger." Demyx spoke in a chipper tone to the man, though the moment he caught sight of the journal in the latter's hands his expression almost immediately turned dark.

"Why were you given a better color?"

Marluxia didn't even turn to address the speaker. He already knew who it was. Unfortunately.

"I couldn't care less what color it was." It was obviously because Marluxia was so much less annoying. Or lucky. Whichever. Though the black suited all of them, essentially. He kept his eyes to the cieling, tracing the paitings with his eyes, and didn't say any more.

"Yes, I do draw," Naminé said, fingering the sketchbook's edges. She didn't know if she should offer Kairi her sketchbook to look at. She didn't have to debate that long, as Kairi stood up and turned to her. She extended her hand, asking if Naminé wanted to come with her.

"Ahh..." Naminé began, staring at the outstretched hand. She was hesitating far, far too much. This was so typical of her. This was her first opportunity for true friendship, something that was so foreign to her that she didn't even know how to approach it. But if she could...

Mustering up her courage, she grasped the hand in front of her. "Yes, let's go together."

Gojyo disliked the journal. First of all, it was [i]pink[/i]. He had noticed others either carrying the devices around or handing them out to various people in line. There were plenty of other colors- was there something about him that had prompted the lady to hand him this one?

Second of all, the thing had a touch screen. That would alright, had Gojyo noticed the stylus pen, but as it was he found himself clumsily hitting the wrong tabs because of the large size of his fingers.

He was most interested in hitting the tab labeled 'map'- but all of a sudden the line was pushing forward at a faster pace and he was forced to close it or risk dropping it.

"Name?"

Someone barked at him. Gojyo blinked up at the man.

"Uh...Gojyo. Sha Gojyo."

He was half expecting the guy to look him up in a huge book that listed all his trangressions in his life time and deny him entrance to Heaven. Just like in those silly cartoons. Although why Heaven would have huge fake trees he wasn't sure.

The man didn't do anything but nod and motion him through the gates. With one last glance over his shoulder, Gojyo passed between the giant trees and entered the city.

Naminé did not miss as Kairi's smile faded. Naminé could tell that she was remembering something. She waited until the moment had gone before she grasped the other girl's hand to be pulled up. Naminé didn't want to draw in any memories that her new friend may not want to impart to her.

"I don't have any money either," Naminé said quietly, as the situation dawned on her. They were alone and without money, food, or shelter. Things were looking very bleak at the moment. She didn't think she could grow any more pale in the face. She hadn't yet let go of Kairi's hand, and she found herself squeezing it harder and harder as she thought of all the ills that could potentially befall them.

She shut her eyes. She most certainly did not want to be caught out after dark. Anything but that.

Demyx snorted.

But after a bit he followed Marluxia's gaze upwards, tilting his head at the sight of the ceiling above them. As interesting as it was, the blonde was itching to stretch his legs and explore the city a little. And for the time being, he didn't want to do it alone.

Besides, beggars couldn't be choosers, right?

While still looking up, Demyx blindly searched for Marluxia's arm; failing a few times and accidentally smacking the side of the man's face and back before finally succeeding in grabbing his arm. And with that he began to move forward.

"You can look at the ceiling whenever you want. But first we need to get away from here before people start yelling at us again." Yes, Demyx thought that Marluxia was just as demanding for answers as he and thus was probably given the same exact treatment.

Naminé was strangely relieved that Kairi did not let go of her hand as she flipped open the notebook. She held the screen up to Naminé so she could see the map. There were a few places near the gate and Kairi pointed out one of the hotels. Kairi looked at her, asking if she wanted to go.

Naminé gave a genuine smile, "I think that's a perfect idea."

Marluxia didn't move even as he was hit in the face, though it did thoroughly irritate him.

He ripped his hand out of Demyx's grip, finally looking to the other nobody. "You mean yelling at you. How hard is it to walk under a gate without causing a stir?"

Really. How irritating that a child was above him in the Organization. He'd have to do something about that. Eventually.

Demyx blinked when Marluxia tore his hand from his grip, wondering what exactly that he did wrong. But the brunet always seemed like the type of person who would get aggravated at everything, so he shrugged at the action.

Though when Marluxia asked his question, the blonde had to tilt his head in confusion, looking at him as if the nobody had asked him if it was hard not to breathe.

"REALLY hard, actually." Demyx answered truthfully.

"Try not to get them riled up again, then." Really. How pitiful. You walk in, you take the journal, you walk away.

"We don't need more interruptions going on." Looking at the journal, Marluxia flipped the button that turned to the map. It wasn't really hard to use these things at all. "If I'm forced to stay here, I might as well go to a less poor district." He walked on without giving another glance to his companion.

What about breathing? And everyone was talking around him anyway!

"All I wanted was my questions answered..." Demyx grumbled under his breath, kicking a rock or two that was in front of his boot where he stood. Though he perked up when he felt Marluxia's presence leave him and immediately followed the man who walked on into the city.

"Hey... Hey wait up!"

A pair of gold eyes blinked and widened in an odd confusion as they scanned the line where it's body now stood. People in front of it were being flagged through a gate in a sort of initiated way. An eager voice chimed in the beings ears as she turned her head to see a black bunny like animal propped on her shoulder, smiling nervously as it's gem glistened in the rising sun.

"Be still Mokona..." The woman murmured, holding a hand over the trembling creatures head to calm him.

The line moved quickly through the gate and in no time she was already to the front and being pressed through herself.

"Name?"

"Yuuko Ichihara....", Yuuko responded, a pink contraption shoved into her hands, she looked at it oddly as she was pressed inside and handed it to Mokona. "Keep tabs of this, will you?"

The black animal like creature saluted to her with one of his little stubby arms and kept a firm grip on the pink book-like object.

Yuuko scanned around the now city like atmosphere she was in and watched as the tress gave off an unusual glisten. "They're fake?" She questioned, meandering over to one by which two men stood and felt it with her own hands. “It’s like glass...."

After about twenty minutes of wandering around the general facility and inspecting most of the 'greenery' it held, Yuuko's hand went to her hip with a displeased look on her face. "All this is farce....I don't like the looks of this." She murmured, peeking over to Mokona. "Do you still have that thing the person gave us?"

Mokona smiled to her and pulled out the pink contraption and handed it to her identifying it in his cheerful voice. "It's an electronic journal!"

"And electronic journal, you say?" She murmured, opening it with ease and tinkering around with it. "There seems to be a map in here too....Com'on Mokona....We need a new place to set up shop." Yuuko smirked, placing the pink electronic journal contraption within the obi of her kimono and walking further within the city.

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