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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.
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But the mention of war, how war wasn't kind, and Duo no longer saw a road and open field. He saw a church on fire. He could smell smoke and burning flesh, and the soft voice next to him suddenly sounded like someone screaming.
His steps slowed, and for the briefest of moments his smile faltered. But just as fast, the smile was back and he was right next to the woman walking with him. It wasn't as bright as before, perhaps a bit of sadness there.
"War isn't kind to anyone really, but yeah, it's worse for people who can't fight for themselves." Duo once more bumped his shoulder against Wen's, maybe more for his sake than hers. "I suppose I should thank you for picking me up, huh? I don't think I did that yet. So, thank you, uh..."
Then it hit him...
"Do I just call you Doc? Or I'm guessing Wen? That's your last name, right? Or your surname?" He chuckled as his cheeks started to turn a slight pink. "It'd be rude to just call you 'that nice lady who found me in the middle of the road'."
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At his joking - flirting? She still couldn't tell which one it was - she chuckled a little, her eyes softening with amusement at the charm he was laying on so thick. To be quite honest, it reminded her of another friend who would use cheer and charm to deflect from moments of sadness, but who was she to deny people their coping mechanisms.
"You could, but that would be far too long-winded to keep up." That little smile still played at her lips. "You could call me Physician Wen, or Maiden Wen, if you wish to be formal. Or simply Wen Qing, as most do. Or you could address me as you would in your lands."
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Perhaps he just liked being the one to make people smile, so if he had to do all three, then he would.
"Hm..." Duo tapped his chin with a finger, making a show of thinking before glancing at Wen Qing and smiling. "Wen Qing it is! I'm about as informal as they come, so if would please my lady, I would like to be called Duo."
...What was that about blurred lines again?
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"Duo then," she agrees, weighing it on her tongue. That is terribly rude and informal, and maybe a little bit too familiar even, but some people are nowhere near as formal as others. She can go with that, puzzled though she may be with it.
"You are indeed very informal," she adds, giving him a pointed look, even if there is no actual criticism to her tone of voice. More befuddlement. He is very, very different from what she is used to.
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"Of course, if you'd rather call me Maxwell, you're more than welcome to. One of the guys I knew back home would use my last name instead. I think he was the only one to do that. Everyone else I knew called me Duo." Either name was fine...really. Both were his, and he chose them both. Okay, so maybe the first one was sort of given to them, but he accepted it readily.
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"I will stick to calling you Duo," she decided after a moment of thought, "calling you just by your last name would be no less rude." But maybe they don't have titles and honorifics where he is from, or at least don't use them as often. Or he just doesn't care for them. In the end, it doesn't matter much.
Names matter, of course, but that is for different reasons. For the affiliation they stand for, foremost.
She shakes her head a little, shaking off these wandering thoughts. "Either way, I'm glad to have met you, Duo Maxwell. Come to the apothecary when you can for the exam and... if there is anything else I can help with, to make settling in easier for you, then you can come for that, too."
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He smiles, soft-like, and turns his attention to the road ahead of the pair.
"Y'know...I'm glad, too. I could have been picked up some sort of cannibal or run over by a horse or something! But I lucked out and was found by the wonderful Wen Qing! Physician extraordinaire!" He casts a glance to his companion with a grin. "I'll try to make my way there when I am...yeah, more settled. And I won't hesitate to ask all the questions."
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"And don't you get that you called me a physician extraordinaire when I need you to follow my medical advice sometime in the future," she says pointedly.
What follows is a bow that is deep and solemn enough to show her regard for her new acquaintance. "I look forward to seeing you again, Duo Maxwell."
She will go her own ways now but her day has been much improved by this chance encounter.