http://empyreality.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] empyreality.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-03-22 08:46 pm

Ghostly figures in the pale evening light [open]

Character(s): Yorda and...
Content: Yorda's still lost (:D!)
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Saturday, early evening
Warnings: None, as of yet

Yorda had been in Paixao for a good few days now and she had at last become familiar with the territory. She had even spent the time to try and work this funny journal/diary contraption, although a lot of the feedback she got from the other users wasn't really that useful. Save for one person, who had taught her a couple of phrases that the people of this world used. Although, strangely enough, the person that had told her these snippets of language didn't try to tell her what they meant. At that thought Yorda shrugged to herself and moved on.

She had been walking around the same area for quite a while now, and although a little bored of seeing the same things again and again she had been told by that helpful person that they would be able to meet her here, she thought it best not to stray too far.

Yorda didn't really know what to make of this place... she felt as though all of the inhabitants of this strange land gave her... strange looks. She was quite used to people seeing her as odd but these people were different, it was as though they were repulsed by her for no good reason? She could only put it down to her ghostly appearance, since none of them knew her... What else could it be, it wasn't as though these people could see inside her, right?

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Being up earlier than normal, Morrigan had flown to Joutenheim looking for something, or rather, someone. It wasn't that time again though, having just had a meal the night before. No, this time she was looking for a couple of men so that she turn them into her servants for her newly acquired mansion. Just like all of her searches regarding men, it wouldn't take long for Morrigan to actually find the lucky ones.

The sun, or whatever was giving off that annoying light, was still out. Although not as sensitive to it as other demons, it was still annoying for her. She kept a hand raised over her eyes to keep it from getting there. Being outside in daylight for the first time in a couple of months meant that her eyes had a long way to go before adjusting to all this... brightness. Even with that little... inconvenience, Morrigan continued to press on through the streets of Paixao's Joutenheim area. She was determined to find at least one new butler tonight.

"It shouldn't be that hard, men are so easy to manipulate and control, especially by someone like me." she said, continuing to walk through the streets. "A little whisper in their ears, a bit of grabbing here and there, maybe some licking, and they're mine in a matter of moments. It's almost too easy."

Morrigan paused for a moment and grinned before looking up at the "sky".

"Almost."

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-24 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Once close enough, Morrigan was able to "feel" someone else's presence, but just barely. It was very faint, but she was able to trace it all the way back to a young girl. Her apperance suggested that girl was also taken to this place by some unknown force, just like she was. But even for someone from another land, this girl looked very different.

Her extremely pale skin, the color of her hair, her clothes... She looked human, but at the same thing, like something else. "A ghost?" Morrigan said to herself. It wasn't like she hadn't seen ghosts before, but none that looked this human. "Interesting, I think I'll have a look."

Morrigan headed over to the ghost girl and greeted her. "Hello there. I take it you're not from around here either?"

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-03-24 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hitsugaya Toushirou had been in this strange place for almost a day now. He had no other run-ins with the gypsy who had given him the journal but this whole area was completely out of the ordinary. The shinigami had come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, a city… but an unnatural one. It was nothing like his Seireitei at all. Because of Seireitei, however, Hitsugaya had formulated a plan. Every city had a center, a heart, perhaps if he found the one of this new, odd one he could discover if the other captains were here and how to leave this place.

The captain did not stray far from the gate he had entered nor had he eaten or slept since. Fatigue was nearing and Toushirou would have to find somewhere to rest and eat as soon as possible. This posed to be a bigger problem than it seemed to be. The people of this city were unnatural to say the least. The all looked extremely similar and were very impartial to everything that happened around them. They were almost dead. Hitsugaya would have believed that they were no longer part of the living if he wasn’t dead. Because of these odd people the small shinigami had not dared to speak to any of them. He had merely wandered the streets in taking everything around him.

To this very moment Hitsugaya wandered the streets. It was dreadfully cold and now the sun was setting, obviously signifying both darkness and even more of the bitterness of winter. He urgently had to find a warm place to rest.

It wasn’t until the boy rounded the corner and found two very different people than the ones he had seen all day. One was ghostly pale and the other had long green hair. Why were they so different? Should he ask? They both seemed very absorbed in their conversation but Hitsugaya was too far away to hear what was being spoken.

He debated long and hard on whether or not to approach the two. They could be very dangerous and aggressive but at the same time Toushirou was desperate. With fatigue insisting that he take the boldest course of action, the shinigami approached the two.

With a clear, distinct voice he called, “Do you two know this city well?”

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-25 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Being 300 plus years old, Morrigan had had more than enough time to learn a great deal the human languages, and even some belonging to demons. But to her surprise, she didn't understand a single word of what the pale girl said. Where they even words in the first place? It sounded more like gibberish to her. She was reminded of that one time she spoke to someone through her journal. All she could see were these weird symbols instead of actual letters.

"Hey wait a minute..." she said to herself. Before she could ask her anything though, the two of them found themselves being talked to by someone else. A boy with white hair and blue eyes. Hmmm, a bit young, but he's cute. thought Morrigan as she started at him for a bit.

"You could say that I've made this place my new home." she nodded. "But tell me, who might you be?"

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-03-25 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Hitsugaya stared long and hard at the pale girl in front of him with a strangely surprised expression. This girl was most certainly not like the ones he had seen earlier today. Never before had he heard such a language before. He had been surprised by the numerous languages of Earth… but this? It certainly did not fall into any typical foreign language.

But there he went again, over analyzing everything.

The boy turned, as serious as ever, to the older women. Should he introduce himself? His aching eyes and body and roaring hunger reminded him of why he was speaking with these two in the first place.

“Captain Hitsugaya.” He answered simply. He was a stickler for formalities and absolutely refused be called anything else. The only other name he really accepted was ‘Shiro-chan’ when Hinamori spoke to him… and that was grudgingly. The shinigami thought a moment longer about what the woman had said. ”You could say that I've made this place my new home.” Was she stuck here?

“What do you mean that this is your ‘new home’?”

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, just like I said, Captain." Such a small fry was a captain? She wondered of what. Probably some sort of kid's group or something else of the sort. "I was mysteriously taken to this place, just like you two. And since I have no way of going back, I might as well make it my new home. Simple, right?"

It wasn't like Morrigan to ever overcomplicate things. She just told them how it was and if they didn't like it, well, that was their problem. Not hers. "You might as well find a place to stay, Captain." She put extra emphasis on that last word, as if mocking it's meaning. "I haven't heard any news on people actually leaving here."

After that Morrigan noticed Yorda backing away from them. "Hey, where are you going? I'm not finished with you."

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
So he was most definitely not the only one who had appeared in this city from another place. This only confirmed his beliefs in the missing captains’ location. Now all he had to do was find them… but how? He had experimented with the journal network earlier that day. Perhaps he’d use that… but later.

Glaring, Hitsugaya answered, “I have been trying to find a place to rest all day. That’s a bit more of problem than you make it sound.” The captain was found he liked this woman less and less the more they. Her attitude certainly put him on edge. And he especially did not agree with how she seemed to treat other people. “What do you want with the girl? I’m sure she’s done nothing to you anyway.”

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-28 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a problem at all if you know where to look and have money to pay for lodging. But I'm assuming that you're flat broke, since you're a newcomer and all. Such a shame." Morrigan went back to look at Yorda, but continued to direct her words towards Hitsugaya. "This girl? Oh nothing, she just caught my interest, that's all. It's not like I have any other pressing matters to attend to right away." Well, she did, but it was common for Morrigan to put off important things for as long as she felt like.

Heading over to Yorda, Morrigan leaned in to get a good look at her face. "So... can you talk in any other language that isn't random gibberish? Huh? Don't be shy now."

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-03-28 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha! Hitsugaya thought. The whole problem was his lack of money… in fact he wasn’t even sure what kind of currency was used anyway. What was he to do? Obviously neither of these two would be much of a help… but he did need to learn more of this place since he was a ‘newcomer’, or so said the very patronizing woman.

“Just caught your interest?” the shinigami muttered with a scowl appearing on his face. He had met too many people who ‘interested’ them. In fact, one man in particular came to mind. Hitsugaya would never forget what he did to Hinamori. Never. He decided, however, to not intervene with the woman’s question, as he was a bit curious himself. This girl was extremely odd (not to say the green-haired woman wasn’t) and seemed out of place even for this strange city.

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-03-30 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why yes. Isn't that enough of a reason for me to focus my attention on her?" And focus she did, even more once the girl spoke some 'familar' words to them. "Hey... I remember those." Morrigan's thoughts went back to the time where she played English Teacher with someone on the journal network.

"So it's you, huh? It all makes sense now. What was your name again? Uhh... something with Y." Her lips muttered that letter until she was finally able to get it. "Ah, Yorda. That's your name, right?"

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-03-31 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He blinked… just… blinked. How shallow could this woman be? She treats someone like an inferior because they interest her? Hitsugaya found that disgusting. He wasn’t sure whether he preferred this demonic woman or Aizen but when memories flooded back and reminded him of what that vile shinigami did, he was thankful he was in this situation rather than others.

But if this girl didn’t know English, she picked up another language that was peculiarly similar. Hitsugaya, however, was not offended by this statement only due to the fact that he lacked a maternal figure. An apparently this woman taught her this… which could get, what was her name? Oh yes. Yorda. It could get Yorda in quite some trouble if she spoke to the wrong person.

“So you two have met before?” He thought aloud without realizing what he said before he said it. Though, he did not regret it. He would get no answer without asking a question first.

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-04-03 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"You could say that." She looked at the white-haired boy over her shoulder. "But this is the first time that we've ever seen each other face to face. Just like you and I, right?" Morrigan smiled at the kid and spoke to Yorda again. "I didn't expect to see you still here. Do you happen to be lost, little girl?"

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-04-09 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
“I suppose you could say that.” Hitsugaya crossed his arms. He had never met any of these people before but what he needed to do was find people he already knew. But where? The captain was not familiar with the city at all and still wasn’t positive any of the other captains were here. And if they were he had no idea of where to look. Well, there was that one conversation he had earlier… but perhaps he should confirm that information if he could. He wasn’t exactly sure if he could trust its source.

Deciding to just leap into the question, the shinigami asked, “Have you seen any other people who dress in the same fashion that I do? One would be a tall woman with an obnoxiously full figure and there is a giant man with a patch and bells in his hair. These two are the most noticeable. It is vital that I find them, so any information you have would be really helpful.”

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-04-12 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmmm... A tall woman and a man with bells on his head?" Morrigan brought an index finger to her chin and gave some thought to the boy's question. She then shook her head and replied. "Nope, can't say that I've seen any of those walking around here, sorry. Why do you ask though? Are they your parents, heh." Morrigan chuckled a bit. "Well, I suppose you could use this thing to ask anybody if they've seen the ones your looking for." she took out her journal for a moment and showed it to him before putting it away.

After answering Hitsugaya, Morrigan heard the other girl speak up with words that she could actually understand. Sort of. "Yes, that's it. You must be lost, how terrible it must be. Especially when you can't talk in any of the human languages. Poor child..."

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-04-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Histugaya nearly groaned at the mere thought of Matsumoto or Kenpachi being parental authorities. That was one of the things he could see neither doing… though Matsumoto would probably be much more successful than Kenpachi. The shinigami didn’t even want to think about the attempt at such a feat. He was even slightly offended that the woman would suggest such a thing! Despite this, he was still appreciative that she showed him the mechanics of this message board.

The captain’s attention, however, was brought back to Yorda. Hitsugaya suddenly made a connection. Yorda’s problem was she couldn’t speak the same language as everyone else. Maybe someone he knew could help…

“Have you been teaching this girl to speak?” He asked the woman, pausing briefly before continuing. “I know someone who could help if you allow me to take her with me tomorrow.”

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
He was a smart one, wasn't he? For being just a kid, he was actually pretty quck on the draw. More so than some of the adults she'd seen, and some of the demons she knew. "Yeah, pretty much. She seems like a fast learner, and I wouldn't mind playing english teacher with her." Morrigan looked at Yorda for a moment before grinning at her.

"Unfortunately, I just don't have the time right now to teach someone a new language. In fact, now that I think about it... I probably should hurry along and do what I need to before the day's end. You're free to do what you want with Yorda." She began to walk away from the two but not before saying something else to Hitsugaya. "Do take care of her, won't you? I also wouldn't mind checking in on her from time to time." She paused for a moment and looked up at the dome covering the city.

"Like I said before... she interests me."

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What? That was it? That was too easy... This woman said she was interested in Yorda. If she was, why was she leaving so quickly? Perhaps they were speaking for quite some time before Hitsugaya had shown up. But she was obviously not going to disappear for ever. In fact, that was as clear as the morning sun. Frankly, he wasn't all too sure what to do about that. He had no idea what this woman was like or what to do and why she was so interested in Yorda. Nevertheless, the captain felt the need to protect the girl. As a shinigami captain, it was his job to help innocent people... that and he simply didn't trust this woman.

He paused momentarily before crossing his arms. He then looked up at the woman with those emerald eyes bright as ever but filled with the most serious disposition. "What's your name?"

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-04-19 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Who was to say that she wouldn't see Yorda again sooner than later? After all, both of them were stuck here and would continue to remain in Paixao for who knows how long. Morrigan had all the time in the world to do whatever she wanted with Yorda. But not now, no. Her efforts now were focused on finding suitable butlers and servants for her newly aquired mansion. Besides, she was having guests tomorrow and kind of mansion would she have without servants?

"Morrigan Aensland, charmed." she said to Hitsugaya, winking at him. "Is there anything else you'd like to know before I take my leave?"

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-04-21 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Morrigan Aensland’ Hitsugaya repeated in his head in order to commit it to memory. He had no idea when he’d hear this name again or see this woman but he had no doubt that another encounter was possible. In fact, he expected it. That just seemed to be the type of person that Morrigan was… at least that was as much as he could evaluate from the brief time they had met.

“No. There is nothing else I need to know.” The shinigami announced crossing his arms and shifting position slightly. He lifted his chin up confidently and calmly continued, “I have no control over you, so you can go wherever you please, though I have no doubt that I’ll see you again.” Hitsugaya was well aware that the contempt in his voice was poorly hidden.

((So I suppose we just want to wrap up this thread around now?))

[identity profile] aensland-love.livejournal.com 2006-04-22 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't doubt that either." she said to him, turning her head forward once again. "Make sure nothing bad happens to Yorda. It'd be a real shame if she died on us just like that. Try and see if you can get a little more meat on her bones. She's too pale for her own good." she waved at Hitsugaya and started to head off.

"See you around, maybe I'll bring you some candy next time."

((If you want. I'm thinking that's all for Morrigan, but if you want to wait and see if Yorda-mun appears and makes a post, it's fine with me. She's the one who made the thread anyways.))

[identity profile] 12petals.livejournal.com 2006-04-23 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The small shinigami frowned. “Of course I will take care of her. You underestimate me.” Of course… that was what happened a lot before he had earned his respect as a captain. It seemed he would have to go through the whole process again. In fact, Morrigan’s offer of candy struck a particularly tight-wound nerve. Calling angrily to the woman’s back, he yelled, “I do not need candy of any kind! Do I look like a child to you?” The answer of this question was a bit obvious but Hitsugaya chose to ignore it.

He waited for a few moments, rolling over what had happened in his head. He turned to Yorda, the girl who could not speak, and asked, “Well… are you willing to come or not? I suppose I have an obligation to fulfill now.”

((Alright. I shall await Yorda-mun. x3))