paixaorpg | Extraordinary things that aren't in my own backyard. (Active/Open)

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Extraordinary things that aren't in my own backyard. (Active/Open)

Character(s): Sky, whoever finds her.
Content: A lost little girl entering Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Sometime in the afternoon.
Warnings: Expect many questions. Time Lords can feel free to spot she isn't human, IM/Plurk me if you think your character might notice that little tidbit about her, I'll probably say yes.

This was definitely not Earth. Which was odd as she would have noticed a transmat being used, she'd feel it. Those do use a lot of power and the surge would be much like the Metalkind's gate technology, when she gets home she will have to ask Mr. Smith what form of Inter-stellar transportation works without a massive power surge to start it. Still, what fun would it be to wait in one place for Sarah Jane and the others to find her when there was a city right in front of her to explore!

And if she just waited there forever she'd never hear the end of it from Clyde when they did eventually find her, they always found each other in the end. It's what family does.

So she had no issue giving her name, taking a journal, and wandering into the large domed city after a little while in line. It was weird, a transmat without a discernible energy source, a high tech computer to anyone that enters the city (and it was definitely alien work, even if it looked like a small computer), but the city was old. Plus the more she focused on the energy fluctuations in the city the weirder it all was. It was so foreign comparing this place to Earth, even the smell was wrong. It smelled nicer, sure, but it was wrong.

Still, Sarah Jane and the others would find her, its what they do. So she can be sure that she can explore and it'll all be fine. Even if Mr. Smith is nervous about her, he would do whatever he can to find her, and the others won't quit either! So she can explore the city with that little piece of mind to keep her going.

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It was strange, Zexion mused, how easy it was to grow accustomed to the city. Even with the scents of people coming and going, it was tempting. Of course, that was more than likely the intention of the place in the first place. Draw the people in and make it so that they grew complacent in their new homes. For his part, Zexion wanted little of it, except for a single solitary fact. Each new scent was a new potential pawn. Something else with which to bide his time. Even the smallest could topple a castle. Of course, he wasn't about to walk out into town as he truly was. No, that would have been tantamount to suicide, with the scent of so many Keybearers filling the town. Not even he could guess who would speak to whom and he had to assume that at least one of the many would speak to someone he'd spoken to over the course of anyone's given stay in the city. Paranoid, yes, he knew. But better to be safe than risk the ire of the keyblade.

His disguise, such as it was, was simple. He'd traded in the coat of the Organization for something more approximating the clothes of a college student, and a simple illusion of pale brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail covered his own, more recognizable hair. Simple, but effective.

"Were you looking for someone?" he asked quietly as he drew close enough to be heard.

She looked up at the new voice, seeing nothing strange at all here. He dressed similar enough to Luke and wasn't obviously alien, so she smiled happily in greeting. Maybe he could be a new friend, "Not yet, and I think they'll be looking for me. I'm Sky. Do you know where this place is?"

She might as well try to figure out a way home on her own, if she can. Save her friends the trouble of coming for her. "Also, what sort of transmat system is this place using that has no discernible energy spike when activated?" If she didn't at least try to get an answer it would just keep bugging her all day.

The first question was easy enough to answer. It was the most commonly asked question, after all. Had it not thus come up, Zexion would have been not exactly curious but most definitely intrigued. "It's called Paixao," he answered, with the tones to suggest that the question was one he heard a lot, even if he didn't begrudge her the question.

The secondary question was both more interesting and more difficult to answer. While he understood the general idea of what she was asking about - albeit with some consideration as to what 'transmat' was likely to mean - the man he was intending to be was unlikely to understand. But that was a difficulty he was used to.

"Transmat?"

"That's a pretty name, but is it the city, the planet, or something in between?" She'd gotten into trouble the last time she failed to realize the differences. She knew Earth was a planet, but she thought Great Britain was a city for about a week. It is good to be specific on these things, even if the question comes off as... stupid, as it appeared her new friend saw it.

"Matter Transportation, its a technology for moving people across vast distances. I've never been in one before, but from what I was told they take a lot of energy to use," The first month she was with Sarah Jane was spent learning what it was to be human. Solve little things like what's pizza, and what toad in a hole is (and that it isn't, in fact, made with toads at all). After that she started asking Clyde and Rani about their previous adventures. There were so many amazing stories they had to tell her. "But I didn't feel any build-up of electricity or any energy when I arrived here."

"And you haven't told me your name yet," Sky thought that was rude, how could they be friends if she didn't know his name.

"My apologies," Zexion answered, allowing a polite smile to cross his face. "It refers to the city itself. There are other names for the places beyond the fields outside of the gates." Or, to be more accurate, other names for the world-facsimiles beyond the gates to this world. But one thing at a time. Bits and pieces were just as useful as everything all at once.

"As for my name, you may call me Ian, and I'm afraid your arrival here may not have come at the hands of a transmat."

"Do you know what planet this is, that might be useful to know if my friends contact me," Sky is very certain Sarah Jane and the others will find her. She is very certain that she should also do whatever she can to help them get her home. And city names were not useful on a scale of being on another world. Also maybe the planet's name was as pretty as the cities name, that would be nice!

"Nice to meet you," she greeted cheerily, boundless energy this one. She only got quiet when hee mentioned that it wasn't a Transmat. Which is weird because while she knew of a few other ways to travel outside of a Transmat, it was the most common. That was why Mr. Smith told her about it. "Something else? But even if it was something else, it would have to use energy right?"

It could be an energy form she couldn't sense, that was possible. Still the most common thing was electrical, and she could sense that. She sensed it coming from her Journal right now. "This place is..." Sky paused, tryin to decide if this was the right time to use this word, as on the one hand she's been most of her life qualified, but this seemed a very special case, "...Weird. Did I get that right?"

Had it not been for the the fact that it would have been entirely counter to the personality Zexion had long since crafted to match this face, he would have smirked at Sky's first comment. People were always so quick to assume, even when it was a new place. So quick to impose what they knew on something else.

"I'm afraid I don't know," he answered, shaking his head. "It's not a world as most people would understand it." After all, there was only so much one could pick up on when the place was quite literally a castle, and had a fondness for mimicking things besides.

"As for the method of your arrival - or any arrival to this place - yes, most methods would have required some manner of energy. But it may not have been a form you could recognize. But I'll agree that the place is most certainly weird."

"It's not?" Sky wasn't sure what made this world different, then again, she only knew Earth. Far as she knew it was pretty extraordinary on its own. So her next question didn't actually have any frame of reference if he answered, "What makes it different?"

"I can sense this," she holds up her journal, the energy was basic and electrical. Yet... not exactly like it is at home. Nor exactly like what Ms. Myers used, something different. "Are these 'journals' created by someone other than who brought us here?" She was innocent and sweet with her questions, that genuin naivity you rarely find. Which was followed by a short pause and yet another question, "What is a journal anyway?"

Good. She was asking the right sorts of questions. True, there was an unusual tack to them, but Zexion was hardly going to complain. Every person was another world, and every world was another set of values. It was simply the way matters worked. So he nodded quietly at her first question.

"Assuming one believes the rumors - and I see no reason not to - this city and those like it are merely rooms inside a castle. Reflections, perhaps, or mirrors."

Very, very, convincing mirrors, but that wasn't here or there. The worlds were, and that was all. Even an illusion could confuse the mind enough to prove 'real' to all methods that counted. "The journals here are the mechanism by which one communicates with the other residents of the city."

"A city inside a castle," she sounds very excited by this prospect, "Just when I think I understand things, they get turned around again." Having one city inside a castle isn't entirely unheard of, from what she learned about history with Mr. Smith, but several cities, that's entirely different. Also given the overall size of the city, and lack of obvious castle walls when she was at the gate, the castle must either be bending space or enormous. Very exciting indeed.

"Oh," so this was a communication device, a cell phone would be easier to carry. However it probably wouldn't be able to carry the same power source, and there were probably other reasons for the size. At least it wasn't as bulky as the SerfBoard. Does he mean cell phones are also Journals, since she was asking about the word's general meaning. So many things have so many names it is hard to keeep track. "Thank you for the information."

Sky paused, something he said earlier, she had let it go due to the information on the city but now... "What did you mean by 'those like it' are there more cities like this one nearby?" A very important question, to her, but she had to know everything.

It was a little odd to find someone excited to hear the place was a world in the castle. Not so odd that Zexion couldn't write it off as simply being a less common answer, but odd none the less. Especially in light of some of the things he'd heard about just that fact over the weeks since it had first been mentioned. But it was truly nothing of concern.

"You're quite welcome," he answered with a nod. "As for your question, yes. There are other cities here. However none of them are quite the same as this one. In addition, I've heard they tend to be infested with monsters."

"Monsters are real?" Sky had heard the word monster before, but so far monster generally meant an alien that was either not very human, or not very nice. Often a mix of the two. She supposed that was a good reason to avoid these other worlds no matter how interesting they might be. She isn't Sarah Jane, or any of the others, so she's not as experienced handling 'monsters' (even if they are just unfriendly aliens).

Still, she smiled and was happy to have all sorts of information about the city, and the castle. Definitely enough to keep her busy until bedtime. And by then Sarah Jane should have found her.

"Very much so," Zexion answered. "Even this city has been know to be host to monsters."

Not enough to truly be a bother to most people, of course. But there was no denying that the Lumens were most definitely around, should one both know where to look and care to do to so. Of course, looking for them was often ill-advised, but it was hardly his place to keep people out of trouble.

"Even in the city?" Sky asked, a certain level of excitement clear in her face. It took a few moments for reason to set in, and the next important question to b asked on the subject, "Are they dangerous?"

To Sky the idea that all monsters are dangerous just isn't a leap she can make. Certainly, monsters are suppose to be dangerous. But if they are in the city and known about then they must not be inherently dangerous, right? So, therefore, they could be nice monsters of some kind. Safe monsters, or else they wouldn't just be left alone.

Sky opened her senses again, looking for energies nearby that might be of interest. Like that of Sarah Jane's lipstick, or of something that might lead her to more information. Sadly all she ended up feeling were more journals. Slightly disappointing. It was much quieter in her head than its ever been, which is a little lonely having gotten so accustomed to all the cell phones and game systems of home, "Are the journals the only advanced technology here?"

Even with Zexion having long since learned to control his expressions with an iron fist, he couldn't keep from raising his eyebrows in confusion at the sheer excitement Sky displayed. He would have thought most people wouldn't go running headlong into a mess of unknown enemies. Luckily for him, the confusion roughly mirrored what the feeling of the person he was pretending to be, so there wasn't any harm in the expression.

"I haven't attempted to see for myself. I'm afraid I'm not much of a fighter." This was, of course, a blatant lie. Zexion was perfectly capable of defending himself on the off chance that the Lumens came after him. Ian, on the other hand, had been deliberately created to give the impression having absolutely no combat abilities whatsoever. And, naturally, a complete lack of an interest in anything related to monster hunting.

"They are," he answered with a nod. "The city is somewhat less than modern."

"I'm not much of a fighter either, well I was... but apparently that was bad," Being born a weapon with the power of a supernova running through her body did mean she could defend herself. However a side-effect to this was that she was expected to explode, which she didn't really want to do. So being downgraded from "Bomb" to "Sparky" was entirely acceptable in her estimations. "I suppose I should avoid the monsters, then."

"It feels weird, its so quiet here," Sky says glancing around the city again. The silence in her head being rather jarring, like suddenly losing a sense. "But it is very pretty." Sky is a bit distractable at times, comes along with being twelve (which is an otherwise good age).

Another interesting remark. Zexion was hardly in a position to berate someone for not fighting, but this sounded more like her ability was something that someone had explicitly told her to not use. Or perhaps something that was detrimental to her health? He'd need to look into it further at a later date.

"I agree. It would likely be for the best to avoid them in that case."

The comment about the city being quiet and pretty was one that he had nothing of particular importance to add to, so he simply let it go unanswered.

"It would be easier to avoid them if I knew where they were," Sky wasn't exactly talking to Ian at the moment, more musing to herself. She didn't expect to sense them, organic energies are generally outside of her abilities. He also didn't describe them using any sort of technology. Well, she will keep them in mind and do her best to avoid them.

Having her full birth powers would be really practical here, there are no Metalkind to set off her detonator, and she'd be able to help protect people like Ian, even if it wasn't the best answer, it was an answer. Still, not something she can change so she will just have to manage on her own.

Until then Sky will stare at the domes trying to figure out why the city was built inside of them.

Where they were. Yes, that would make things easier. Very much so, in fact. It was merely that no one had ever bothered to tell the Lumens themselves. There was no one place they congregated. Even the Heartless had been cropping up in the city of late, and Zexion had every reason to suspect one very particular being for that.

"Most tend to lurk in the less populated areas, although I have heard reports of them occasionally moving into more populated areas. But if you stay where the people are you ought to remain relatively safe."

Edited 2011-12-28 20:01 (UTC)

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