paixaorpg | who's afraid of the big bad wolf [active]

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who's afraid of the big bad wolf [active]

Character(s): Red | OPEN
Content: Red is all kinds of depressed, lost and confused. Help her out?
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Evening
Warnings: TBA | But likely nothing.

She was breathless.

Her eyes stung from the tears that had been shed as she was drug through the forests of Fairytale Land and her lungs ached to be filled with air from all her choking sobs. What had she done? What had she become? Why hadn’t Granny told her before now? If only she had known, if only there had been some warning — she never would have removed her cloak ever again and Peter would still be…

Snow White had been tugging her along for the most part, she had been completely unwilling to leave the mess that she had caused behind; after all she deserved punishment for what had happened with the man she had fallen so deeply for, but Granny and Snow weren’t having it. Dragged through the woods, a sobbing and wailing mess, Red suddenly found herself in front of a large gate leading into an unknown city and to top it off, Snow was no longer holding her hand. She had just vanished completely.

For a moment, she stood completely at a loss for what to do. There were people, but none of them she knew and as far as the cityscape she could see beyond the large gate, she recognized it not. It was much more extravagant than any other city she had ever seen in Fairytale Land, she couldn’t place where she had ended up and as for Snow’s sudden disappearance; Red was beginning to worry about that as well. It wasn’t until some ‘friendly’ local folks began to push on her to get her moving toward the gate that she realized she wasn’t lost in some sort of dream, this wasn’t a nightmare — everything that had come to pass had indeed truly happened and now she was lost without her friend, her guide.

Rather than speak to the people, Red simply allowed herself to be steered toward a small booth with a man behind it, offering her the ‘latest technology’ — whatever that was supposed to mean. She felt too numb to truly take everything in. He was saying something about the functions and the capabilities that something had, but the words fell upon deafened ears. Trinket in hand, she wandered through the city’s gates with another helpful shove from the townsfolk with an almost sarcastic — “Good luck!” thrown her way.

As she wandered into the city, briefly looking around to take in her surroundings, Red felt her knees go weak and she collapsed to the ground below, the clack of her new toy hitting the ground echoing the girl’s ears. Lifting her gaze to look at the device, she extended a shaking hand to grab it and after a quick fight with it, opened the lid to look at it. She had never seen something so advanced in all her lifetime. It was safe to say that she hadn’t a clue how to use it; if she had listened more carefully, perhaps…

Red was all about ready to give up on getting the trinket to work when it made a noise. Unknowing what it was doing, unfamiliar with things such as recordings, Red simply assumed it still wasn’t working and finally just allowed herself to break down. From her ruby lips came a deeply saddened wail filled with both guilt and pain as she leaned her body forward so far that her forehead met with the ground below. Her shoulders jerked as she let herself recall the past few minutes of her life: too much had happened all at once.

Choking from her violent sobs, the young lady slowly began to calm slightly, at least enough for her voice to choke out the name of her lost friend:

“Snow…?” her voice trembled the word from her lips, slowly she hoisted herself up to at least be resting on all fours, eyes closed though she faced the ground still. “Snow, where are you…?”

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It was getting dark, but Wolf had to go out, try and clear his head. Feeling himself wonder around the streets of Paixao, hands in his pockets, though soon he was scratching away the side of his neck. Giving a slight growl, he continued on, how long has it been since he’s seen his world anyway? Too long perhaps, though the 9 Kingdoms maybe in the past for him, he still can’t get rid of all that’s happened there.

As soon as Wolf looked up he recognized the two large trees, he was near the Vanaheim Gates. Then he gaze fell on something-no someone. A girl in a red riding hood-Could that be? No-No that’s impossible, that was many years ago, way long before. It must be just a coincidence. Either way when she dropped to the ground, he didn’t hesitate to rush over to come to her aid. Wolf kneeled down, holding out his hands, “Awwwoo? Oh goodness gracious are you alright my dear lady? Are you hurt?”

It was odd, Saïx had to admit, to find someone breaking down quite so spectacularly upon finding themselves in another world. True, he was certainly aware that more people than not seemed to have matters that they 'couldn't' be separated from, or things they still had left to do. But something like this was a far cry even from that norm. True, he didn't know the cause. He wasn't even sure he wanted to. The details were irrelevant when there was an already wounded heart there, a fragile and desperate thing that would surely be looking to find something to hold on to in this world.

Perhaps later he'd need to mention the case to those who might better know what to do with such things, but he wasn't going to simply ignore matters, when he had already been doing his best to blend in with the other people at the gate. True, there was nothing he could do about either the color of his hair or the scar across the bridge of his nose, but he'd set aside the coat of the Organization, as well as the blacks that usually went with it, replacing them instead with dark blues and greys.

"Are they that important to you?"

The fallen girl had taken to mumbling to herself, asking for Snow and her Granny, regretting having never listened, vowing to never take her hood off again when suddenly there were hands behind held out in front of her, she’d barely noticed them with her gaze to focused on the ground and her eyes having glazed over with tears. When did someone approach? She hadn’t even heard the footsteps, but they were likely hidden by the sound of her own wails at the time. Said cries had slowed and ceased, pants for breath from her outburst replaced them and slowly she lifted her gaze to look at the man knelt before her.

He was yet another that she didn’t recognize. For a moment, the words simply didn’t register, she was still trying to come to terms with what was going on, her mind was racing, everything was either a blur or was just dizzying. Finally, she gave a gentle but forced shake of her head in some means to communicate. She even let a soft gasp pass her lips when she took his offered hands, although, honestly, didn’t know what for just yet — her knees were still weak and felt like jelly, standing wouldn’t come for a few minutes more.

“No,” her voice was soft but hoarse; another shake of her head soon followed the former. “No, to both questions, I’m not…”

Red raised her head, however, noting that another voice could be heard. The man had strange blue hair, it wasn’t a sight that she had seen before, such a hair color was interesting and had she been in her right mind, she might have said something about it. But as it stood, she barely found herself able to even take it completely in at the moment.

“What do you mean?” It was an innocent enough inquiry, but Red honestly didn’t understand. “Important?” Did he mean Snow because of her cries for her? Red frowned, “You mean, my friend? Of course she’s important, all friends are…”

Weren’t they? Had it not been for Snow or Granny for that matter, she never would have made it out of her village’s woods alive. Red would have easily given in at that point and so, she owed Snow White her life. Of course this man wasn’t aware of the situation, but, given her dramatic behavior she almost assumed that the answer was well enough in range that he could have answered it for himself.

Edited 2012-04-20 02:48 (UTC)

Wolf reached out finally to hold her the side of her shoulder in concern, trying to look into her eyes. The poor dear, what has she been through, he already could catch scent of both blood and… something else, something very familiar to him. Though he already knew it was best not to say a word. Then Wolf heard another voice, he turned around and saw the blue haired man. Holding his breathe as looked him in the eyes.

Then taking a look back at the girl, “Yes, friends are very important, did you say one of their name’s was Snow?” Perhaps Wolf can try to help her. Or at least to the best of what he can do.

All friends. It was a nice idea, but Saïx wasn't sure he was still willing to believe her words. Something had been changing in Axel lately. But that matter was something that he fully intended to keep secret. The matters of the Organization didn't concern people who wouldn't understand, and his friendships - such as they were - were his to keep.

He didn't move to offer a hand, though. The other man was already offering that much and to have to people make the attempt would be awkward at best. Instead, he simply nodded as if to mark his understanding of her comment before he spoke again.

"She might be here, although I can't be certain."

Nervously, Red lowered her gaze from the blue haired man’s direction to look at the dark haired one kneeling before her. She frowned as her eyes met his, only briefly, before simply choosing to once more stare at the cobblestone supporting her body. Lifting her hands to rub at her eyes, which were likely puffy and the same color as her namesake, which was yet another reason she didn’t want to look at him as it were. She sighed softly, catching her breath from all the previous wails.

“Snow is…” Red felt herself slump somewhat just mentioning the other girl’s name. “…gone. She was with me, and then I…”

Turning her head, she peered over her shoulder at the gate of Vanaheim. Still unaware of where she properly was, she had no name to use for said crossing, so instead she just lifted a shaky hand to point to the gate.

“…came through there, but she wasn’t with me anymore. I don’t know what happened.”

The other man seemed almost eerily silent. Red had never really been friends with someone so noiseless, nor did she really know anyone that didn’t like to speak up quite often, so his stoic demeanor actually threw her off just as much as having landed in some unusual place to begin with. The nod he gave her almost caused relaxation, at least he appeared to understand the issues that she was having and quiet-type or not, Red was really rather relieved to have his, as well as the other man’s, assistance.

“You think so?” Her brows rose curiously and briefly there was cheeriness in her tone. Her friend having disappeared had been quite a shock, but if someone might know where to find her… “Is… Might there be someone I could ask? That might know? Where she might be, that is…?”

Wolf looked up toward the gate, giving inaudible sigh, he thought that was the case. The girl probably just came from her own world. Offering a hand to help her stand back up, Wolf spoke to her, “We can check around here. See if she could be here. If all else fails there’s always the message boards. You see this here?”

Holding out a hand to point at the electronic journal the girl was given, Wolf looked back up at her, “This thing helps folks like us keep in touch with everyone in the city. If your friend is here, she might able to see the message. Or someone else might have found her.” Wolf gave a soft smile to her to try and set her mind at rest, “See?”

Gone. It was such a vague word, although it matched well enough to what he knew of recent arrivals for the word to not immediately find itself associated with death. The mechanism - or whatever it happened to be - that brought people into this world had never been the most kind of things. She would hardly be the last to find her friends apparently missing and so Saïx simply nodded his agreement at Wolf's words.

"As he says. If she's here, no doubt she'll answer a message." Unless, of course, the journal was broken, not currently in her care, or she was otherwise unable to work it. But there wasn't the slightest reason to bring that into the discussion. Whatever he'd originally been intending the point was no longer to test the wounded heart that stood in front of him. "It will hardly even be an uncommon question, here."

“This?”

She raised her brows curiously at the trinket that the people from before had given her. It wasn’t something she could say she was familiar with; it didn’t even really resemble anything at all that she’d ever seen before in Fairytale Land. Without thought, she took Wolf’s hand and eased herself up onto her feet, taking her communicating device into her otherwise free hand where she turned it over to look at it.

“How does… this work?”

Electronics, ah. Something she was completely unfamiliar with. Back home, they were still using flame and fire to light up rooms, this device couldn’t have been any more foreign to her. Still, maybe they could teach her how to make it properly work and then she could address Snow, hopefully to get a response. Both men appeared to think it was plausible for her to reply, so, it had to have some hope.

Turning her head, she glanced to Saix, frowning. “It’s not uncommon?”

That was almost a downer. “People… get lost here often?”

Wolf gave a nod, “Yea, don’t worry it took me a while to get used to this thing too when I first came here. I can teach you a few things about it.” He assisted the girl by opening the journal up for her to show what the screen looked like, and pointed out some of the features. “See you can type with this here, and there on the top is the voice recorder. These things here, are there for who ever you’re talking to on here to speak out of that.”

Giving a half of a smirk, Wolf looked back at her, “Like I said, takes a bit, but you’ll get used to it though.” Then glanced his way toward the other man, when he mentions that it wasn’t an uncommon that people were looking for others. Wolf gave a solemn nod to the girl with a sigh, knowing he had to mention this to her, “A lot of us have came from other worlds, other times, other places. I’m not from here myself, I come from the 9 Kingdoms.”

Well, at least Saïx wasn't going to have to explain the journals. Not that he would have minded if he'd been called upon to do it, but neither could he really care if he didn't have to. It was simply one of the side effects of being what he was. Besides, if he bothered to explain the function of the journals to everyone who came through the gates he'd never have time to deal with the various other matters that required his attention.

"Better to say 'nearly all'. Save for the few natives of the city, there's not a single person who's from here." He wasn't going to be so free with his origins, but he was still from a place that was far from this world and just as far from either of the worlds of the other two, if he had any guess about it.

Her eyes followed his hands as he showed her how the trinket was meant to work. It almost seemed like sorcery of some sort, she was meant to be able to speak into the device and hear things from it as well? What kind of magic trick was it, she wondered. And how exactly was she meant to ‘type’ — what was typing, anyway? She shook her head. Clearly this little toy would be something she would make use of with her words rather than her hands.

Red frowns, though. This is a land for lost folk? Abandoned people, perhaps? Had she been lost to Snow, or abandoned by her? Should it be the latter, Red could not have held it against the other woman. She tilted her head inquisitively at the mention of his homeland — 9 Kingdoms? She had never heard of such a place. How was it possible for someone to come from different worlds entirely?

“I, I’m sorry,” she shrugged her shoulders almost helplessly. “I don’t know where that is, I’ve never heard of… 9 Kingdoms.” Honestly, Red had barely heard of any kingdoms save for that of Queen Regina; and she didn’t want to be aware of that one.

Natives.

Once more the woman found herself gazing at the man with blue hair. “Natives?” So this was in fact not a world of abandonment, it was a relief, albeit a small one. That meant she was lost and in her flurry to get away from the hunters; she’d lost Snow. She seemed to visibly calm, if only slightly, knowing that she hadn’t merely been dropped off here by her friend. Red was still upset, though. She was still without her family and familiarity was rather hard to come by.

“But how do they arrive here? We, how do… We arrive here? I don’t recall a place like this ever being mentioned in our lands…”

Wolf gave a sigh, “That’s alright, I didn’t expect you to know where that place is. No one else here does either.” Although his answer was honest, he still felt rather homesick admitting it. He’s had enough time here to miss it a little, but he can’t think if there was a way to getting back. Considering what the Organization has done here already. Wolf gave a glance to the other man, and nodded on the mention of the natives.

“Usually you can tell who’s native here by their personality, completely dull and have blonde hair,” Wolf snarked, “Also kinda self-centered and don’t care for us outsiders.” He rolled his eyes, mainly he was thinking of the mayor though in charge here as he puts his hands in his pockets.

Then the girl asked a question Wolf knew would be difficult to answer. He looked toward the other man in regret, and then back at the girl, “It’s rather unclear as to how or why. Honestly this is my wild guess, but it might be something similar to traveling mirrors the evil Queen possessed… From what I can gather, a portal might have opened in our worlds into this one. But for some reason it’s just a one-way travel for all of us.”

Saïx's only answer to Wolf glance was a shrug. For all the question was one of the most commonly asked, he had no more real idea of how to answer it than Wolf did. It was simply part of how the city seemed to function, and that was all he particularly cared to know. It wasn't his business how people arrived and left. His task was simply to oversee, and that was was more than enough for him.

"All anyone knows for certain is that something is drawing people here, as he said. There are guesses why, of course, but no one's proven any of them correct."

With good reason, of course. But that was something no one else needed to know. For the time being he would simply content himself with learning what he could of these two near-strangers.

Red’s brow furrowed into a deep frown. There were no answers, just questions, and Red was beginning to feel more and more lost by the second. She was no longer in Fairytale Land, that was certain, so where was this place and how did people get to it? Why wouldn’t the natives just explain to them what was going on? The dark haired girl pulled her lips into a thin line in thought.

Dull with blond hair? Red’s lips tugged and formed into a small, somewhat amused smile for the first time ever since she arrived in this new, strange land. He certainly didn’t seem to like the natives of this place, she had no idea why, but his snarky little quip about their personalities made her want to giggle. She didn’t, but she very much wanted to.

“So the natives don’t want to help—”

But she stopped. Her eyes widened in surprise at Wolf’s comment about evil queens and mirrors. She took a step toward the man so quickly that her hood tumbled from her hair. How did he know Queen Regina?!

“You know of her majesty?! Of the Evil Queen?! How—?”

After all, Red wasn’t from the place he’d mentioned.

“The Quee-?” Wolf almost took a step back as soon as she came toward him so quickly. Practically catching him off guard, he blinked for a second before he opened his mouth. Then suddenly it started to dawn on him, she called her friend Snow… Does that mean-! Wolf came a little bit toward her, his eyes widen, “You mean you know about the Evil Queen too? Wait-Which nasty villainous queen are we talking about here? What kind of powers does yours have, do you know what she’s trying to accomplish?”

Which evil queen indeed. Although Saïx knew enough of the place to know that people showed up most often when they were least expected, evil queens were often a theme across any of a variety worlds. That both worlds should thus have one was nothing out of the ordinary, especially when neither had mentioned anything like a name to go with the evil queens in question.

"A decent question. I hear evil queens aren't as uncommon as one might think."

Evil Queens weren’t uncommon? Red had to assume that, of course, Regina was not the only wicked lady with power in the entirety of the world, but she did think she was the worst one out there. But more than one Evil Queen, should they mean similar with ideals and drive to Regina? That would be a terrible, terrible tragedy and something to be feared more than simply Her Majesty alone.

“I really hope there isn’t more than just her. That would be just awful.” She frowns toward Saïx, swallowing a lump that formed in her throat. “She’s the most terrible, wicked, mean and cruel Lady…”

But she turns to look at Wolf once more.

“I don’t really know exactly what she wants, but, Snow said that she’s extremely angry with her and even sent a hunter to cut out her heart, but he never went through with it.” Obviously not, considering, Snow was able to tell Red about it. “But she uses mirrors to travel and trap people, illusions, magic so powerful that she could really do anything she wanted, I’m sure.”

Red had taken to fumbling about with her hands, it was clear that the girl was less than fond of Her Highness.

A lump came into Wolf’s throat, on he knew exactly which Evil Queen this was. A woman who was after a girl named Snow, a huntsman that almost took her heart, the power of mirrors. This was the true legendary Evil Queen from the past. Wolf eyes were wide as he gazed at the girl with the red hood, and… Could this girl be…?

In silence Wolf stood there, holding his breath, collecting his own thoughts. “That’s… I know who that is. But she’s no longer… She was defeated years ago back where I came from. Snow White… She became one of the legendary Queens and ruled over 4th Kingdom. There was a woman who took over for her, you called the Evil Queen-Regina right? Well there’s another that came after her, this woman inherited her magic, and that’s the Queen I fear the most, you must have come from a time period before I…”

"Spare me the touching reunion," Saïx commented with a faint scowl. Even knowing why the conversation might take such a turn that didn't mean he was going to let it go without comment. He didn't have the heart for such things now. "Even if your worlds are the same, there's no sense in trying to bridge the gap between the years. Nor do I recall her mentioning a name for the evil queen in question."

Even the name itself was almost laughable. True, it was long indeed since he'd ever had the relevant lessons in the first place, but he knew enough to know the meaning that lurked behind the name that Wolf had offered. A name for a great lady indeed, and so not an uncommon one on some worlds. Not the sort he usually preferred to visit, but a name was a name and that was all there was to it.

“Defeated?”

If she sounded disbelieving in her tone, it was because she wasn’t able to process that little tidbit of information. Regina was still ‘at large’ in Fairytale Land, as it were. Slowly, the hooded girl began to shake her head softly to prove her point of not believing the man.

“Oh no, no— you must be mistaken, she’s…” Red shifted her feet nervously, frowning. For a moment, she lifted her thumb and bit onto her nail, but just went back to shaking her head. “…Queen Regina has never been defeated at all, ever. Not even by Snow.”

But the thought that someone even worse than Regina would be to come caused Red to pale quite significantly. For some time, she was lost for words. A time from before him? Another Queen? She felt dizzy, but all that she could do what just look to Wolf and shake her head in disbelief at what he was telling her. It just really couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t…

But her focus changed to Saix, which was good as it might assist her with avoiding the idea of a worse lady than Regina herself.

Reunion? What was he talking about, she’d never met Wolf before so there was no way she could be reunited with the man in any sense of the word. Her brow knit into a frown at Saix, why was he being so mean? If they were from the same world, it would be nice to work things out and try to make sense of everything that was taking place. Red was never really one to simply call someone out on being rude, she generally preferred to ignore things such as that or at least give the person another chance — but the blue haired fellow was just being rather nasty.

“Why are you being so mean?” she just had to ask him. What was with the sudden tone change? The sudden lack of, well, heart?

Looking with concern over the girl, Wolf frowned, knowing the story might sound a little far-fetched. However he certainly knew that time did have a funny way here in Paixao. Wolf bit his lip, at least he knows of the Queen’s fate, even though it hasn’t happened yet according to the girl here.

Right when Wolf was about to hold his hand to comfort her, he turned his attention to the man who really did started to talk as if he had no heart. Eyebrow lifted at him, suspicions already were beginning to arise. Hair on the back of his neck began to straighten as he made a slight growl, “What’s so pointless about it? I haven’t heard the Evil Queen back in my world give a name, nor was I taught it, just someone that was once so feared. It happened a long time ago, and I think it’s important if I know if this girl is from my world or not. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to return!”

"Mean?" Saïx asked, letting his expression slip into one that shaded into something that was less surprise than it was mild bemusement. Though it was certainly true that his words cut more bluntly than perhaps most people's might, this was nothing near as mean as he could be. "Say rather realistic. Whether or not the two of you are from the same world, there's the possibility that you might not be. There's not even a guarantee you're from the same time, here."

The comment about being able to return home was left unanswered. There was nothing Saïx cared to say about that, and so few people had returned from being away that he wouldn't have really had any ground to stand on.

The dark haired gentleman appeared as though he had wanted to say something to her, but whatever it was must have gotten lost in their shared change of attention onto the blue haired man. Red frowned and startled even at the growl that came from the man closest to herself. Looking him over briefly, she wondered what might have caused that type of reaction but hearing his words, she only found herself frowning deeper and deeper. Suddenly it mattered quite a bit to her to know whether or not her world was his world, especially if he didn’t think that he could get back to it.

In fact, that his ability to return home was lost to him was causing her to feel rather flushed and winded all at the same time. Was she really lost here? Stuck with no means to return home? But what about Snow? And Granny?

Her gut wrenched as the two men spoke to one another and her arms slid around herself in some means to extend comfort to herself while they talked of possibilities to do with realities and such. Still feeling off, she forced herself to lift her gaze and look at the blue haired man once more, a frown touching her face.

“But if we’re from the same place, why would there be no sense it trying to form an understanding of what’s gone on? Is… Is it bothersome to you in some manner?” There wasn’t any malice or ill intent in her tone to Saix, she just wanted to know — call it curiosity.

Wolf was quiet for a bit taking in their conversation. He looked from the girl to the blue haired man. He closed his eyes in thought. If she is from his world, he just wanted to know one thing, if she is who he thinks she might be. Wolf directed his attention toward the blue hair man, who was curious as well.

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