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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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"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.