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

[creepyfreezone]

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.