Dias, too, had a small device pressed into his hand, of a slightly lighter blue shade than Al's; he didn't bother with examining his own, instead choosing to watch Al investigate his. It was strange, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, with little buttons labeled with letters like a printing press only far smaller and looking much more...what was the correct word?
Advanced.
Dias, who had already strongly suspected this place was nowhere on any map of Expel ever made, was suddenly hit by a wave of emotion, a feeling of displacement, so strong it was almost dizzying. Wherever or whatever this 'Paixao' was...he didn't belong in it.
An involuntary shiver ran through his body, one he squashed almost immediately after becoming aware of it. Yes, he was uncertain and not the least bit happy, but that just meant this would be the worst possible time to lose control of himself. Especially in front of a kid like Al.
"No," he said, with an effort. "I can't say I have. And I know most of the settlements on Expel." He stifled a sigh. "I know most of the plants, too, and I definitely know all of the large cities, and I haven't seen one familiar thing since I've gotten here...I don't think this is my world at all." That was a hard declaration to make, not just for Dias but any Expellian; while dreamers occasionally mused of the possibility of other worlds beyond their own, the fact was that Expel was all the world anyone knew of. To not be on Expel at all...where the hell did that leave him?
He'd barely entered the city and already it was making him uncomfortable - not just the amount of people around him, either; they weren't much of a problem. In fact, they seemed more restrained and, well, TOLERABLE than many of the residents of Expel's cities, although their overall pale coloring made them look strangely washed out(and there was no difficulty in telling the inhabitants from the visitors, like Al and himself). It was the city itself. It was like looking at something beautiful that had fallen horribly into disrepair...the buildings looked as though they had been ornate, once, and then abandoned, and Dias couldn't figure out why. Why would a civilization that created such attractive architechture then simply allow it to come to this?
Between the pale, strangely subdued inhabitants and the rotting beauty of the place, Dias felt a bit like he'd walked into a ghost city. And the gate of silvery ice - decorated similarly on both sides, he could see now - behind them didn't exactly comfort him.
Dias suddenly snorted, one hand dropping down to touch the hilt of his sword for reassurance. What the hell did it matter to him, in any case? To hell with the mysteries of the city. All he wanted, NEEDED to find out was where he was and how he'd gotten there - and, perhaps, to help Al do the same. Everything else was a secondary concern at best.
To Al (*repents and defends you!* ♥)
Advanced.
Dias, who had already strongly suspected this place was nowhere on any map of Expel ever made, was suddenly hit by a wave of emotion, a feeling of displacement, so strong it was almost dizzying. Wherever or whatever this 'Paixao' was...he didn't belong in it.
An involuntary shiver ran through his body, one he squashed almost immediately after becoming aware of it. Yes, he was uncertain and not the least bit happy, but that just meant this would be the worst possible time to lose control of himself. Especially in front of a kid like Al.
"No," he said, with an effort. "I can't say I have. And I know most of the settlements on Expel." He stifled a sigh. "I know most of the plants, too, and I definitely know all of the large cities, and I haven't seen one familiar thing since I've gotten here...I don't think this is my world at all." That was a hard declaration to make, not just for Dias but any Expellian; while dreamers occasionally mused of the possibility of other worlds beyond their own, the fact was that Expel was all the world anyone knew of. To not be on Expel at all...where the hell did that leave him?
He'd barely entered the city and already it was making him uncomfortable - not just the amount of people around him, either; they weren't much of a problem. In fact, they seemed more restrained and, well, TOLERABLE than many of the residents of Expel's cities, although their overall pale coloring made them look strangely washed out(and there was no difficulty in telling the inhabitants from the visitors, like Al and himself). It was the city itself. It was like looking at something beautiful that had fallen horribly into disrepair...the buildings looked as though they had been ornate, once, and then abandoned, and Dias couldn't figure out why. Why would a civilization that created such attractive architechture then simply allow it to come to this?
Between the pale, strangely subdued inhabitants and the rotting beauty of the place, Dias felt a bit like he'd walked into a ghost city. And the gate of silvery ice - decorated similarly on both sides, he could see now - behind them didn't exactly comfort him.
Dias suddenly snorted, one hand dropping down to touch the hilt of his sword for reassurance. What the hell did it matter to him, in any case? To hell with the mysteries of the city. All he wanted, NEEDED to find out was where he was and how he'd gotten there - and, perhaps, to help Al do the same. Everything else was a secondary concern at best.
I wonder if Cecille is watching me, even here...