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Character(s): Blues and whoever else
Content: This snow. Blues has no idea what to do with it. Oh and also. He has no idea where he is.
Setting:Vanaheim Gates
Time: Night
Warnings: Snow and... that's really about it.

Blues eyed the strange journal he had been given at the gate (which he was still standing in front of) a slight frown on his lips. The cold didn't bother him much but the idea that he was likely quite far from home did to some degree. He could definitely tell it was no where nearby. He was quite familiar with the city back home and none of this was even remotely familiar. The weather was also radically different from what it had been.

He looked over at the massive amount of snow and seemed to be debating the best course of making his way through it. It seemed a little too deep to just wade through... and he wasn't sure if the top of the snow would support his weight. He crossed his arms, tapping a finger against his forearm thoughtfully. He could maybe blast his way through it? ...Of course then he worried about potentially hitting someone on the other side of all this snow. Most robots probably could have heated up their systems enough to melt it... but given his faulty power core this seemed a very bad idea.

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Well it was nice that the gate was slightly less snowed in after a certain point, although getting to that point was a real pain. Blues possibly wasn't the only one contemplating on melting the whole damn thing though was also worried about some of the consequences it might have (even though it would be less severe in his case).

Eventually Emizel managed to climb over the worse of the snow, but NiGHTS was still no where to be found. That was kinda weird, they were supposed to be trying to sneak outside today, right?

The robot gazed up, hearing the crunch of snow beneath someone's feet. Blues tilted his head as though debating something a moment before instead deciding to just watch the stranger a moment. He wasn't really the type to go out of his way to get someone's attention and maybe he could find out something about this place from observing this stranger.

The thought had somewhat crossed his mind to try walking on top of the snow at seeing someone else do just that... But they likely weren't robots and therefore wouldn't weigh nearly as much as he did.

"-?" It took a couple of seconds to realize that he was being watched. Normally he would've probably noticed something like that a lot sooner, but it was almost as though the person had no presence at all.

"... Um.." Apparently there's going to be a slight ~~awkward~~ staring contest now.

Since he's been noticed, he offered a little wave in greeting with the hand that wasn't preoccupied with holding the strange journal. Emizel wouldn't have to worry about the simply staring for much longer after that as he seems to have taken this as the best moment to speak up himself.

"...are you from around here?"

Well that makes things better at least.

"I'm not," Emizel studied the other a bit for any clues what the guy really was. He looked human, but he clearly wasn't. And he had a journal too, which meant only one thing.

"I'm assuming you aren't either?"

There really weren't any outward clues that he was anything but human. Emizel was free to look all he wanted but chances were unless Blues told him, he probably wouldn't know what he was. His free hand dropped into his coat pocket and remained there, his pose looking over all unconcerned.

"...No. I was hoping you might have some idea of where this is though."

It probably made no difference whatever Blues was in the long run anyway as long as he was no threat. It would only be curiosity by then, more or less.

"... Some kind of prison, is what it seems like. We're all being kept in here whenever we like it or not."

He's generally only a threat when he needs to be - not really the type to make trouble unprovoked. Emizel's response causes an eyebrow to quirk, just barely visible over the rims of his dark shades.

"...A 'prison', mm? And just who happens to be the prison keep around here?"

In his opinion leaving through the gate didn't seem like it would prove much of a feat and a large city hardly seemed to beg for the title of a prison. Sure, there were guards there but he really felt like they weren't that much of a threat.

"Ah.. well.."

Maybe that wasn't the best way to put it after all.

"Actually somebody told me that this place is really a giant castle, this city is only just one of the levels in it. However it still doesn't really change the fact that the people running it doesn't want us to leave."

That caused him to pause and think this over a moment. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew robots didn't dream (or at least was pretty sure of such) he would half believe that he was just dreaming this up. The idea of a place like this being inside of a castle was pretty unbelievable.

"...A...giant castle...?"

...Saying it out loud didn't really make him believe it any more. For now, Blues decided that he might be better off just thinking about the other bit of information.

"...and who are the people running it?"

Sadly, Emizel could probably argue that he's been through things far weirder than this, to the point that something like this seemed fairly reasonable.

"Supposedly some group simply called the Organization. I haven't really seen them before."

He seemed to be regarding the other for a moment, though his exact emotion was hard to place with those shades of his.

"...The 'Organization'... and do they generally keep themselves out of sight or have you just been here for a short enough time that you just haven't had a chance to catch a glimpse of them?"

"I've only been here for a couple days. Although I guess they haven't been too many appearances lately either."

Which is kinda too bad. He really just wants to find one, kick their ass, and go straight home.

"...I see. Are there many others that are stuck here?"

Because if that is the case, Blues could take a few guesses at why they likely don't make many appearances. Although he didn't know it, his guess was similar to what Emizel had been thinking. Someone probably would have done just that by now.

"Well we are in a city, and there's apparently more levels outside of this one, so I'm guessing there has to be."

Well, he feels relatively stupid for even asking in this case. It should have been pretty obvious... So instead he's going to ask on a different subject, holding up that journal.

"...and what exactly is this?"

Oh right, those. Not at all surprised that needed explaining too (probably took a long while figuring it out himself).

"Everybody gets one of those when they arrived. It's sort of like a journal, though you can communicate with others with it too."

Blues flipped it open, examining it thoughtfully.

"...A journal... You said it can also communicate... Do you mean everyone else in the city or just certain people?"

"Anyone else that has one, yeah."

Hard to say how many there were floating around, though.

"...I see..."

He seems quite thoughtful here and is starting to feel like this conversation is pretty much done - he wanted to get somewhere and investigate this journal for himself. Of course there is the minor problem of this snow being in the way of him getting any where. He seems to be looking at said snow now with a slight frown. He's sincerely tempted to try his weight atop of it.

"...Hmmm."

While you ponder over that Emizel seemed to have trailed off to a different debate of his own. Especially now that the subject of journals got brought up.

"... Actually that wouldn't be a bad idea," he mumbled to himself while digging through a pocket to get his own journal out. Hopefully there might either be a message waiting or he could leave one behind for NiGHTS to respond to. By now he also had slid off that wall of snow too since it was getting a bit too uncomfortable to sit on.

...and as Emizel was getting down, Blues had decided to make his way up. Not by climbing the slope. ~~That wouldn't have looked at cool.~~ He instead backed up a bit and took a flying leap towards the snow, with every intention of landing on the surface of it. This did not go as planned seeing as over 230 pounds does not settle well with the surface of the snow... and he sank right down through it.

...He's not going to say anything about this humiliation at the moment, so Emizel can feel free to take this time to wonder if he somehow died down there or just laugh.

"Hm..?" he stopped what was doing to turn around. Sounded like something was sinking behind--

....

Okay yeah no. He might've tried not to laugh at first, but judging by the amount of snickering, it could not be helped.

...There's the sound of the snow being shifted about before he manages to scrape his way out. Oh. And that laughter? It's going to earn Emizel a large amount of snow thrown towards his face. Blues does not look too terribly impressed.

Edited 2011-11-13 10:02 (UTC)

Wasn't quite expecting that snow but managed to luckily moved out of the way before it hit (probably not the first time he's had to make a dodge like that). Blues had to be just fine anyway if he could make a throw like that.

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