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farsickness2020-03-30 04:41 pm
death_scythe) wrote in farsickness2020-03-30 04:41 pm
I've had my adventure...
WHO: Duo Maxwell and whoever so happens to bump into him.
WHEN: End of March/Beginning of April
WHAT: Arrival and Exploring the City
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Besides language? Depends on how much he decides to divulge.
Arrival:
It was strange. One moment he was lying down on the couch for a nap, wondering if life on Earth would have been just as fruitful. The next...
The next, Duo was waking up in some tall grass next to a dirt trail he assumed was meant to be used as a road. There was a bright blue sky above him, and fields of green grass all around him. There was a forest off to his left, and mountains far behind him. This place...was it Earth? A dream, maybe. He was on the colony, in his home/shop for the scrapyard he owned. How the hell did he end up here?
"This has got to be some weird dream." Though the smell of the grass and the feeling of the wind in his hair didn't seem like a dream. Standing up, he noticed a wooden sign some ways ahead. Most signs these days were metal. If this was Earth, then it had to be a part he never traveled to.
He could make it out easily enough even before he was right up on it. "Gazin," Duo read out loud. He frowned, confused, as he made to run his fingers through his bangs. That was when he noticed the series of small white scars that he didn't have when he fell asleep. Two of his fingers were wrapped in bandages. Giving a shake of his head, he felt the end of his braid tap the back of his knee. Was his hair longer?
Get it together, Maxwell! He ran his hands down his face and sat down on a rock near the sign. What the hell was going on?
Near-violet eyes looked up at the sign, then followed the road out to a decent sized town. Should he go? Maybe there were answers as to what he was doing in this new place? Would it even matter, since this could all be a dream anyway?
Duo sat in thought for a long moment before he sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't stay in one spot, even in Dreamland. Might as well keep moving. Shoving his hands in his coat pockets, he began his trek towards this Gazin he never heard of.
The City:
Gazin was nothing like Duo had ever seen before. The closest he could think of was the small place where the Maganac Corps had hidden Quatre and himself for a short time. Even still, it was...strange. Surreal, even. And he stuck out like a sore thumb, what with his leather jacket, tight jeans, and combat boots. Forget the braid, it was his clothes that pointed him out as being not from here. It was what prompted a woman with a small child to point him in the direction of the inn he was currently staying at.
It took a day or so, once he had been set up with a room, before he managed to convince himself to explore a bit. Each passing moment made it feel more like he had certainly been dragged out of space and slammed back onto Earth. This was real, not a dream like he had originally thought. And if he wanted to survive in this new place, he needed to adapt. To learn more about Gazin and the people and the ways of life.
He started with the roads closest to the inn. He made a mental note of the alleys and the couple of dead ends he had stumbled upon. The people had watched him, curious about him, but they left him alone for the most part. It was almost as if they were use to this sort of thing.
When he was satisfied with that part of his mission, he decided to head towards where the biggest gathering of people could be found. A market. Fruit stalls, weapon vendors (he made a note to look for a knife at some point), fish peddlers. There was a man selling leather things, and the 12-year-old in Duo's mind took a trip to the gutter, making it hard for him to not start snickering.
From the market, he ventured down random streets. He looked through the windows of various shops. He smiled and said hello to the people around. There were children who asked a lot of questions, and he answered them as best he could given the circumstances.
By the time the sun started to set and he had somehow managed to get back to the inn, Duo was more than ready to get a bit of food in him and pass out in his bed.
WHEN: End of March/Beginning of April
WHAT: Arrival and Exploring the City
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: Besides language? Depends on how much he decides to divulge.
Arrival:
It was strange. One moment he was lying down on the couch for a nap, wondering if life on Earth would have been just as fruitful. The next...
The next, Duo was waking up in some tall grass next to a dirt trail he assumed was meant to be used as a road. There was a bright blue sky above him, and fields of green grass all around him. There was a forest off to his left, and mountains far behind him. This place...was it Earth? A dream, maybe. He was on the colony, in his home/shop for the scrapyard he owned. How the hell did he end up here?
"This has got to be some weird dream." Though the smell of the grass and the feeling of the wind in his hair didn't seem like a dream. Standing up, he noticed a wooden sign some ways ahead. Most signs these days were metal. If this was Earth, then it had to be a part he never traveled to.
He could make it out easily enough even before he was right up on it. "Gazin," Duo read out loud. He frowned, confused, as he made to run his fingers through his bangs. That was when he noticed the series of small white scars that he didn't have when he fell asleep. Two of his fingers were wrapped in bandages. Giving a shake of his head, he felt the end of his braid tap the back of his knee. Was his hair longer?
Get it together, Maxwell! He ran his hands down his face and sat down on a rock near the sign. What the hell was going on?
Near-violet eyes looked up at the sign, then followed the road out to a decent sized town. Should he go? Maybe there were answers as to what he was doing in this new place? Would it even matter, since this could all be a dream anyway?
Duo sat in thought for a long moment before he sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't stay in one spot, even in Dreamland. Might as well keep moving. Shoving his hands in his coat pockets, he began his trek towards this Gazin he never heard of.
The City:
Gazin was nothing like Duo had ever seen before. The closest he could think of was the small place where the Maganac Corps had hidden Quatre and himself for a short time. Even still, it was...strange. Surreal, even. And he stuck out like a sore thumb, what with his leather jacket, tight jeans, and combat boots. Forget the braid, it was his clothes that pointed him out as being not from here. It was what prompted a woman with a small child to point him in the direction of the inn he was currently staying at.
It took a day or so, once he had been set up with a room, before he managed to convince himself to explore a bit. Each passing moment made it feel more like he had certainly been dragged out of space and slammed back onto Earth. This was real, not a dream like he had originally thought. And if he wanted to survive in this new place, he needed to adapt. To learn more about Gazin and the people and the ways of life.
He started with the roads closest to the inn. He made a mental note of the alleys and the couple of dead ends he had stumbled upon. The people had watched him, curious about him, but they left him alone for the most part. It was almost as if they were use to this sort of thing.
When he was satisfied with that part of his mission, he decided to head towards where the biggest gathering of people could be found. A market. Fruit stalls, weapon vendors (he made a note to look for a knife at some point), fish peddlers. There was a man selling leather things, and the 12-year-old in Duo's mind took a trip to the gutter, making it hard for him to not start snickering.
From the market, he ventured down random streets. He looked through the windows of various shops. He smiled and said hello to the people around. There were children who asked a lot of questions, and he answered them as best he could given the circumstances.
By the time the sun started to set and he had somehow managed to get back to the inn, Duo was more than ready to get a bit of food in him and pass out in his bed.
continued from tdm
That... is a very good question, and she has been keeping herself so busy getting her bearings and acquiring the essentials that she has successfully avoided thinking about it.
Until now, anyway. She is silent for a good long while, her gaze still distant. Thinking about the life she had left behind, and the very good reason she'd had for wishing herself away. Her companions aren't friends, they are barely allies, and right now with her mother's betrayal fresh on her mind, she isn't even sure if she still wants to acquire the soul of an Old God or follow any of Flemeth's plans for her at all.
"I don't know if it's possible," she says instead, yet she still sounds subdued. "They have ships but the ones at the port in Gazin only travel down the river, I suppose you would need travel farther west to an ocean port to find out if there are any ships to other continents. It's worth exploring either way. If not for a way home, there could still be many things to learn and discover on other continents."
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I might run and hide, but I never tell a lie.
Nodding, Duo turned his attention to the people milling around the pair.
"You'd learn something either way, huh?" Shaking his head a little, he added, "If there are no answers to our questions here, it's possible that they'd be out there. Won't know until you go and check it out."
He stopped and blinked before rubbing the back of his neck.
"I don't mean you specifically. Just...in general."
Smooth.
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"There's much to learn indeed," she agreed, even so gracious as not to mock him for his stumble. "For me or a general you." Well, okay, some mockery. But that's still her being downright nice. She hadn't called anyone an idiot yet.
"Might be someone out there has found a solution for our problem. But right now I'm far more eager to find sources of lyrium. The druid at the herbarium doesn't have it and seems to be in no hurry to provide." She sized Duo up. "I wager you've never heard of it, have you? Lyrium dust or lyrium veins to mine?"
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"I'm curious if anyone else feels like they've lost time. That might be the first thing I'd look for." The question about lyrium however stopped Duo. It didn't sound familiar, and he sighed.
"Unfortunately, nothing like that exists where I'm from. Haven't heard anyone talk about it while I've been meandering. I'm gonna assume gundanium alloy isn't in your dictionary, so I won't ask. Not like it'd do me a lot of good now..."
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In the end, all she could do was shake her head. "No, I can't say I've ever heard of your gundanium alloy. What do you use it for?" She regarded Duo curiously for a moment, though she didn't wait for his answer before trying to give an answer of her own. "Weapons, I'd wager. It's always weapons or magic which people hunger for most."
She stepped a little closer towards him. "I'm more interested in hearing about your lost time. I've not heard anyone mention it."
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"Yeah, gundanium was used for weapons. It was the strongest metal where I'm from, so what else would it be used for? Infrastructure?" He offered a shrug as he looked down at his hands, the small scars from nicks and cuts littering his skin.
"It's the weirdest thing that's happened to me, besides being plucked from my home and brought here. Or maybe it's a tie for the weirdest."
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"If 'tis only a tie for the weirdest thing you've ever seen, then I'd like to hear what other stories you have to tell." Because clearly nothing can be quite as weird as this. "Even I would call it the strangest, and I've been part of a group of adventurers trying to kill an Old God in dragon shape."
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"...Yeah, I think my idea of weird is nowhere near that level." He stops, and looks up at the sky before looking back to Morrigan with a neutral expression. He lifts a hand to point a finger up. "But maybe our ideas are just skewed from experience. For example, would you believe me if I told you I was born in space?" he asks, deadpan.
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She crosses her arms over her chest, sizing him up for some sign of mischief. "I've run into a fair number of strange people and strange magics, but people living in the sky is too much for me. I'd tell you not to dip so deep into the ale."
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"And I'd say you're high as a kite for claiming to fight so-called gods and dragons and whatever. See? Perspective! None of that exists where I'm from." He shifts his weight on his feet, looking once more up to the sky before returning his gaze to Morrigan.
"I've met someone who supposedly came from a different time than others who arrived from the same place she's from. And a man who, for all I know, came from a different time than me. Not entirely sure about that one, but--" He shrugs. "--that's not important." He holds up a finger and points it at Morrigan as if about to chastise her, though his tone is more light-hearted than that.
"How 'bout we both agree this shit's weird as hell, and we're both a bit weird, and not stoop so low as to calling each other drunkards or stoners?"
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"If we must," is all she says, acting as if this is all a terrible imposition on her, while the doubtful look she gives him clearly shows that she is still doubting his tall tales. She actually doesn't, though. He does make a good point about both their stories sounding incredulous to the other. Hers is incredulous even to someone from Thedas, to be truthful.
"What is that about a man from a different time than you?" she asks instead, interest perked once more. "From your own... place in the sky, but not from your time?"
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Oh, but Morrigan is asking about Doc Herbert.
"Ah, the Doc? That's a really strange situation. I don't know for sure if he's from the same...universe? Damn, this is weird." He chuckles a bit as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. "We were comparing things and places in each other's worlds, and come to find out, he is from a place that I sort of knew about? Something I would have read about in a history book, if that makes sense. The timelines sort of match, too? If we share the same sort of timeline, he'd be from somewhere in my FAR FAR past!" His arms start moving as he talks, as though that would help make his point. "Like, we're talking hundreds of years! Space travel hadn't even become a thing for him! It's strange to even imagine for me!"
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Is this something magic could do? Not that she has ever heard of and yet it's the only explanation for how they ended up here, so she adds, "If any mage has brought us here and it isn't just a strange accident, we are in trouble. They must be very powerful. More powerful than anything I've come across before in my world... or even heard of. I don't know how we are supposed to force anyone so powerful to send us home. Good thing I'm not in any hurry to go back."
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Duo does go silent after, quietly listening as the woman ranted about mages and whatnot. Magic was not his forte, and with how serious she appeared, he was more inclined to believe her...even her desire to stay here rather than go home.
"I suppose it depends on if the powerful are benevolent or malevolent. If this was an accident, there's always the possibility that they'd help us home. If it wasn't, welp, we might be here for the long run. It's the same everywhere. Doesn't necessarily have to be magic-involved."
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"True," she agrees, reluctantly, "their intentions are the big question. And we aren't going to have answers until we dig deeper and spend more time observing... or they may even show themselves eventually."
She scoffs. "I hate waiting games. At least it will be more pleasant than the last one." Not being hunted by things wanting to eat you alive sure helps.