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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?
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?
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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."
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Yorda herself looked unique amongst the Paixaon backdrop, a ghost of a girl, pale and ethereal. She had a docile aura about her, something that screamed unsure.
"..." she murmured quietly to herself, and although Yorda looked bland and colourless she was actually very curious.
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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?"
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"???" Yorda's language was very soft, mainly composed of strings of vowels, it was easy to listen to and somehow hypnotic.
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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?”
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"?..." she pondered to herself, she mays well say it out loud, it's not likely that either one of them would understand what she said anyway. Ahh, it was a little depressing really.
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"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?"
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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’?”
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She took a small step backwards, when the two of them were immersed in conversation enough to not notice her she'd probably leave, nobody likes 'third wheels' anyway... Especially ones that you can't even talk to.
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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."
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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.”
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The tone that the boy had reminded her a little of ICO, maybe they were around the same age? She couldn't help but let her lips curl into the smallest of smiles as she thought back to her long-lost friend.
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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."
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“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.
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"yewa mazaa iz piguh...?" she repeated, to the greenhaired woman. Maybe saying that would mean something, and meaning something was better than nothing at all, surely? It never crossed Yorda's mind that she had been taught an insult.
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"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?"
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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.
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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.”
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"Rostt?" she repeated, as if by saying out out loud she could determin esome sort of meaning from those four little vital letters. But she didn't, she didn't really absorb what they were saying. And she certainly didn't know how to answer the young white-haired boy's question, she didn't even understand the word 'seen' let alone 'dress in the same fashion'. But she felt good, someone knew her name...
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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..."
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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.”
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"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."
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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?"
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"Morrigan Aensland, charmed." she said to Hitsugaya, winking at him. "Is there anything else you'd like to know before I take my leave?"
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“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?))
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"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.))
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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))