paixaorpg | Strange appearances... [Completed and closed]

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Strange appearances... [Completed and closed]

Character(s): Edgar and Jim
Content: Edgar finds himself outside the Niflheim gates.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Evening/Nighttime
Warnings: None.

While running away wasn't his favorite option, he had enough sense to know when it was the only reasonable action. The Floating Continent was breaking...no, being torn apart. Edgar made sure his companions were ahead of him as they fled, the ground beginning to break up at their feet. Shadow was still behind, but how long could he hold off Kefka? Edgar hesitated as the group leaped to the safety of the Blackjack. The ground was shaking violently and a great crack appeared only a few feet from where Edgar stood. Just as it seemed the whole continent would collapse, Edgar heard Shadow's voice from behind.

"Jump!"

Edgar was falling, but he wasn't falling. He had wings. He flapped them a few times, testing them, and gaining altitude. The breeze swept under them, carrying him even higher. Then suddenly he heard laughter. Maniacal, cold laughter. Edgar began falling again. His wings were on fire and he couldn't fly. The last thing he heard was Kefka's laughter.

Edgar opened his eyes and found himself lying in a heap in an unfamiliar place. Sitting up, he took in as much of his surroundings as he could. This certainly wasn't a place he'd been before. There was a line of people that seemed to be waiting to gain access to something beyond a large set of gates. Getting to his feet, Edgar looked around again before cautiously joining the line.

As he drew closer to the gates, Edgar realized that they were made of ice. They were stunningly beautiful structures. Edgar was studying them so closely that he didn't realize when he was at the head of the line.

"Name?"

"...W-what?" Edgar stammered, snapping out of it and looking to the person addressing him.

"Your name."

"Edgar Figaro..."

A brouchure was shoved into his hand and without really realizing that his feet were moving, Edgar passed through the icy gates. He had entered what appeared to be a vast city, though something about it seemed odd and almost unnatural. Edgar's next surprise was the small electronic journal that was handed to him just beyond the gates.

Putting a hand up to shield his eyes from the rain, he held the journal up to his face, tilting his head slightly to one side.

"What on earth is this?" He wondered, turning it over in his hands. His questions about where he was and how he got there were instantly put to the back of his head. Being an intelligent man with a knack for gadgets, Edgar felt slightly put off that he didn't know a thing about this object. He'd never seen anything like it before. He let his feet idly carry him away from the gates and under the overhang of a nearby building while he toyed with the journal.

He managed to turn it on and find something that appeared to be a map of the city. He turned the gadget sideways one way, and then the other, trying to figure out his current location, his brow furrowed.

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"So you don't have a clue either? That's comforting," Jim mumbled, taking a quick breather before his leg gave way again. He wasn't normally inclined to approach random strangers, but this guy stuck out just as badly as he did-- just the foreigness, almost magnetic.

Or he hoped, otherwise he was making a complete fool of himself in front of some poor local.

But this dumb box wouldn't confuse a Pea-Shaw-i-an.
"But I'm pretty good with gadgets, I can help you," he said, testing his black eye with a finger.

Gah, just the idea seemed stupid. Forget it. What was this guy? At least ten years older than him? Well, Jim Hawkins did the stupid-- on a regular basis according to his mother, his personal police patrol, and his academy professors. He held out his hand, hoping with every aching nerve in his body that this guy wouldn't pull out a cyborg arm, "Is 'pretty good' good enough for an introduction?"

And maybe a shoulder to lean on? his leg groaned.

Edgar was startled, his attention totally focused on the diary thing. He jumped back a bit and looked up from the diary, sizing up the young man who had approached him.

"You know how this thing works?" Edgar asked, looking at the young man curiously. He had obviously been roughed up by something. He reached out to shake his hand, being gentle about it. "Edgar." He said, deciding on a whim not to give his last name. He still didn't know where he was afterall, and wasn't there a chance that there were allies to the Empire here?

"There usually isn't much that stumps me about machines, but I've never seen anything like this before." He said with a shake of his head. Looking over the young man again, Edgar offered him a small smile. He didn't know why, but he felt he could trust him, even though they'd just met here, two strangers on the street. He was usually a pretty good judge of people anyway.

"Maybe you should get yourself looked at." He said, stepping close enough to the young man to offer an arm and shoulder for support.

"Fiddling around just gave me a map-thing. Oh, this pen slides out here," entralled with the new machine, he jabbed, poked, and pried at the journal, "You can write with the pen on the screen, but not on paper. Your guess is as a good as mine, a diary, a memo book, a fruit basket for newcomers... I don't get the need for it to be electronic, paper and pencil is usually just as good and-"

He took a deep breath and leaned fully against Edgar, sliding a good halfway down before catching himself awkwardly. "I don't trust tehnology though," he said, tossing the journal about a bit too carelessly. "This little baby back here," he pointed to the solar surfer on his side, "has a tendency to keep her secrets and make her own judgements. Very untrustworthy, that and the goddamn wind," he sighed, "Got me in a whole lot of trouble today."

A stranger's probably the first good thing that's happened all day...

He tried to get up, "You see, if this piece of crap were really useful, it'd come with a set of ointment and bandages! But that's technology for you, everything, but what you need."

He looked up to the stranger, inspecting him a bit closer- Man, the guy marched like years had pounded it into him or something. Well, the past is shared at the owner's discretion, he'd let it rest. "Oh, and I'm Jim Hawkins..."

Edgar blinked, staring down at the journal again. "So the pen writes....on the thing..." He jabbed at the screen a couple of times. The journal beeped and the screen shut off.

"What'd I do?" He asked, turning to Jim and clumsily shoving the pen back into it's place as though it might bite him. As he looked down at the little machine, he laughed for a minute. "I really can't make heads or tails of this thing! And what's that you've got there? Some kind of transport or something?"

As he eyed Jim's gadget, he idly tapped his fingers on the side of the journal. With another beep it turned on again. "Hm?" Edgar looked at it and took the pen again.

"Maybe we can use this thing to find a place to get your injuries taken care of. I don't think you'll get very far like this Jim." He said, smiling slightly to aknowledge his name.

He stroked the bright board proudly, "A transport? You could say that... This lady's the great culmination my hours of fiddling and love, solar-powered through the sail, just a lift off with the back engines and some help from the anti-gravity charger when it's cooperating-" He could go on all day. He could stand and give hours of lectures on this beauty like his professors. Still... not a good idea, after all, he couldn't have Edgar mistaking a simple knack for tools as some kind of obsession! He might leave. Leaving Jim all on his own.

No.

"Well, Edgar, if we can find the place, I'll try to teach you how to ride her- while I hang on for dear life- and we can bop around this city like it's our own in no time!" he carefully unstrapped the main board, butt warm on the cobblestone, and slowly unwrapped the sail. He loved it, but he wouldn't dare ride her when he's abilities were... well, questionable.

His stomach grumbled reminding him of his angry- and still unregretted- march out of his mother's inn before breakfast, "Ah, hate being the whiner here, but it might be a better thing to get a bite or something, you know. Knowing my luck, I'll bet nothing's broken anyway!"

Edgar listened as Jim explained the apparent vehicle to him, but he really didn't understand much of what the young man said. This is so strange! Back home I knew practically everything there was to know about machines, and now I'm like a child or something.

He watched as Jim carefully handled the board and sail, raising a blonde eyebrow at the contraption. "So...it flies, yes?" How could something so much smaller than an airship fly? He laughed again, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm afraid I've never seen anything like that either."

At the mention of food, Edgar looked down at the journal again. After a few seemingly random taps at the screen, he managed to bring up the map again. "Now...where can we get something to eat...?"

"Labels? A fork and knife over each location that would throw a foreigner a scrap?" Jim shrugged, opening his own, "Come on, unless some manual's included, it has to be usable with some luck!" It wasn't hiding anything, was it? He'd dealt with so many gadgets and their secrets, maps, doors, everything. He ought to start his own business in prying into the secrets lost in machines one day. If he could.

"No. No. Stop that," he scribbled across the screen, angrily dotting and crossing the sloppy cursive. The screen chirped and grumbled- oh, this was stupid, "i hate this piece of-"

Shit. What now?

A nice neat list appeared on the screen with a big smiley guide in the corner. Wow. The stars were alligned for him today. Jim tossed it Edgar, "Anything suit your fancy?"

Edgar, a journal in each hand, studied the list on Jim's screen and the map on his own. His clear blue eyes jumped back and forth several times as he frowned slightly in concentration.

"We seem to be a bit distanced from any of these places, although the closest one only looks about two or so miles away. This place called O Pastor. Have you ever heard of it before?" He handed Jim's journal back to him and looked around. "It's north of here."

Shoving his journal into a pocket at his side, Edgar looked at Jim. "Are we going on foot? We might be a little slow getting there, but I'll gladly help you along."

"You sure you don't want to learn?" he joked- the idea was so impractical... he honestly didn't trust the solar surfer that much. A crash without any damage... that'd be nice, but unlikely. "Just let me shake out my legs a little bit, and I'll be fine." He latched the board onto his back and this time took the time to carefully fold the sail.

"O Pastor sounds good enough, and two miles is just... fine. Let's just not get lost along the way..." Or that'll make it three, four or five on a empty stomach and aching pair of jello legs.

Edgar smiled and shook his head. "I've got enough to figure out with that little...beeping thing." As he waited for Jim to pack his board-thing back up, Edgar turned and looked back at the icy gate he had arrived in a short time ago.

Where exactly was this place? The map on the journal only showed the city itself, but where was it in relation to Figaro? To Narshe? To anywhere? And how did he get here? Where were his companions, and what happened to Kefka?

Edgar pushed his questions to the back of his mind. He assured himself that he'd get the answers in time. Right now, he just needed to find his way two miles north for a bite to eat and hopefully a place to get Jim's injuries looked at. And maybe some information.

He looked back at Jim, one hand falling to his side where it brushed against the hilt of his sword. He hoped he wouldn't need to use it in this strange place. "Ready to go?"

"Ready, ready!" He shoved the journal away in his coat, digging around for his money bag. Shit, was this place even close enough to accept his cash?

"Hey, map wizard, does it happen to say anything about the surrounding area, like ports, a really big port city, or anything?" Mom'll freak if I don't at least send a letter in a week or so... but a visit assures that my room isn't turned into some guest room- like last time.

"I can't seem to see anything beyond the boundaries of the town on this map. Am I just not doing something right?" Edgar asked, poking the screen a few times with the pen.

"Well, I'm sure someone can tell us once we get to O Pastor." He said with a slight shrug, tucking a few stray bits of hair behind his ear.

((AcrasiomycetesMB: Poor Edgar. And with no ladies around, he basically has nothing.
Monkey and Mage: XD So true.
Monkey and Mage: He'll find ladies eventually, I'm sure.
AcrasiomycetesMB: Or ironically, always miss them!
Monkey and Mage: That would be much more fun. And amusing.))

((*laughes* Well, let's see, barmaids or nurses... I there'll be some ladies sooner or later. Afteall, Edgar needs at least a chance XD))

((Lol! That would terribly fun for me, but terribly sad for Edgar. XD))

Gah, I've been horrible about responding! I'm so sorry. I tried to contact you on IM, but you never seemed to be on (not that I blame you- I'm not on 99% of the time either!) but yeah...

And getting a lady into the picture? There's a new player Tris right where we are, would you mind if she joined us ~~to help with my generally shitty on-the-computer schedule~~?

Not at all. The more the merrier.

And don't worry about it. :D

Maybe we could just start a new thread since this one is so far down the page?

((Sounds good, more love for a new thread :D

Sounds like we're ready to close it!))

((Let's try to catch each other on aim sometime. XD *wanders off to close thread*))

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