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tushanshu_logs2015-04-03 04:13 am
izanyagi) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-04-03 04:13 am
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it's a brand new world [open]
Characters: Souji Seta & Anyone reading this line
Date: April 1st and onward
Location: Here there, a little bit of everywhere
Situation: For someone who's new, he doesn't seem that out of place.
Warnings/Rating: Tame as they come (mostly)
[ARRIVAL, TRAMWAY --> METAL]
While he would never consider himself a connoisseur of unusual situations, the first thing Souji did, when he snapped up and realized that the landscape that he was passing by weren't any he remembered, wasn't to panic but to stare more in curiosity...turning the simple bracelet that was now clasped around his hand, sporting a single, grey gem. Had, or was he dreaming? Or having taken a very, very wrong turn somewhere, no that was silly. Having ended up in an entirely different type of transportation, he felt his heart beat a little faster, even as his entire face was perfectly neutrality. He began to wonder if he'd been caught in another adventure.
But who, why, where, when? He put a hand on his head. He felt weaker, drowsier than usual too...
He got off at the next stop, holding on to his backpack tightly, looking at the buildings around him in wonder. It looked...slightly futuristic, and yet slightly colorless. But for someone with grey hair and eyes, Souji could almost pass as someone who fit in. Almost.
He began to walk around, to better figure out why he was here, but the looks he got from some of the populace walking by made him think it might be better to figure that out as soon as possible. Maybe if he could find someone that seemed out of place.
Too dizzy, he didn't even notice the public metallic garbage can he was walking right into...
[B - WOOD > FARM]
His eyes scanned around him, looking upwards what looked to be buildings completely made out of wood. Oh this! This looked absolutely amazing and he was already under the spells of the farm life, modified. This new world was interesting, although he still hadn't seen a single cat...
But then a sound behind him caused Souji to turn around, grinning.
Cows!
Wait...maybe not? It sounded like one, and honestly it still wasn't the best weather for them, but they looked odd. A bit....off...
It was only when he walked closer than he realized they were not sporting thick pelts like he had expected, but what looked like thousands of feathers in patterns like the animals he knew, yet completely unique. Tentatively, a hand reached over to the side of one and he ran his hand in it. Definitely feathers. Small quills that were fluffy to the touch, like newborn chicks.
"I wonder...do you even give milk, or do you lay eggs?"
Asking the important questions.
[C IS FOR CITY EXPLORATION]
"The Foreigner Welcome Center..."
He said the name aloud as he looked up. Having a few answers as to what exact situation he was in would be welcome.
Date: April 1st and onward
Location: Here there, a little bit of everywhere
Situation: For someone who's new, he doesn't seem that out of place.
Warnings/Rating: Tame as they come (mostly)
[ARRIVAL, TRAMWAY --> METAL]
While he would never consider himself a connoisseur of unusual situations, the first thing Souji did, when he snapped up and realized that the landscape that he was passing by weren't any he remembered, wasn't to panic but to stare more in curiosity...turning the simple bracelet that was now clasped around his hand, sporting a single, grey gem. Had, or was he dreaming? Or having taken a very, very wrong turn somewhere, no that was silly. Having ended up in an entirely different type of transportation, he felt his heart beat a little faster, even as his entire face was perfectly neutrality. He began to wonder if he'd been caught in another adventure.
But who, why, where, when? He put a hand on his head. He felt weaker, drowsier than usual too...
He got off at the next stop, holding on to his backpack tightly, looking at the buildings around him in wonder. It looked...slightly futuristic, and yet slightly colorless. But for someone with grey hair and eyes, Souji could almost pass as someone who fit in. Almost.
He began to walk around, to better figure out why he was here, but the looks he got from some of the populace walking by made him think it might be better to figure that out as soon as possible. Maybe if he could find someone that seemed out of place.
Too dizzy, he didn't even notice the public metallic garbage can he was walking right into...
[B - WOOD > FARM]
His eyes scanned around him, looking upwards what looked to be buildings completely made out of wood. Oh this! This looked absolutely amazing and he was already under the spells of the farm life, modified. This new world was interesting, although he still hadn't seen a single cat...
But then a sound behind him caused Souji to turn around, grinning.
Cows!
Wait...maybe not? It sounded like one, and honestly it still wasn't the best weather for them, but they looked odd. A bit....off...
It was only when he walked closer than he realized they were not sporting thick pelts like he had expected, but what looked like thousands of feathers in patterns like the animals he knew, yet completely unique. Tentatively, a hand reached over to the side of one and he ran his hand in it. Definitely feathers. Small quills that were fluffy to the touch, like newborn chicks.
"I wonder...do you even give milk, or do you lay eggs?"
Asking the important questions.
[C IS FOR CITY EXPLORATION]
"The Foreigner Welcome Center..."
He said the name aloud as he looked up. Having a few answers as to what exact situation he was in would be welcome.
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But with the mentioning of Raine, Sokka just gives a long nod. "Yeah, you did good to find Raine early on. She definitely seems one of the more knowledgeable sorts. She's been here longer than me, and she seems to like collecting knowledge for knowledge's sake.
"But... I'm pretty sure there are swords somewhere around here. Then again, it's not like I've gone looking for them since I managed to bring one from my world here.
"Though," Sokka says, segueing into another idea, "that does bring up a rather important point. So... you... might have noticed that sometimes we don't exactly get along with a certain... portion of the kedan." He's trying to waltz gracefully around a few bits, as if walking on eggshells. "It's getting better, a lot better actually, but definitely one of the things you'll come to find is that... some shops will try to rip you off because you're not a kedan. So definitely be on your guard on that."
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He laughs, shaking his head.
"It's fine...I wouldn't penalize you for that." But he does take note to ask about that later; the idea that everyone is from different worlds is an interesting development, and he's always been curious about that sort of thing. His stay at Inaba has allowed him to speak a little more freely than before, although Sokka better not hope to have long conversations with him. But he's great for listening!
"I'll have to look into it..." Maybe if he had come from less than 24 hours earlier, he still might have had it on his person. For now, he idly moves his backpack that is filled with trinkets from all the links he had made. That is only interrupted when Sokka went on, and he frowns slightly. Kedan...so that's what the populace is called here? It didn't sound derogatory from the way he spoke, just that they were going to be rude to him.
"Alright. Maybe if I can help them out, they'll be more receptive."
Yes, he's very much 'power of friendship' kinda guy. Although this does bring up, he suddenly turns his head away from Sokka, as his eyes widen in surprise---wait a minute...
"Is that?"
He looks at one of the walls of the building. To everyone else, it might look like he's staring at absolutely nothing, but to Souji, the faint blue glow and outline of the Velvet Room stares right back at him. That should be impossible unless...without another word, he moves a hand into his coat's pocket and pulls out a small key.
"...I'll be right back."
And then suddenly Souji just looks like he's spacing out for a few seconds. Walls are amazing apparently! Please hold while his mind is off to the collective unconsciousness.
This was... a strange turn of events. And probably stranger still for the guy who is supposed to be welcoming him.
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But any further attempt at conversation is blocked by the moment that Souji-san decides to go somewhere and be right back.
...
Except he's not going anywhere.
Sokka just waits for something to happen, and there's nothing. There's just him standing. With eyes glazed over and just in a trance.
Uh.
Sokka just tentatively walks around the counter over to Souji and waves a hand in front of his eyes, seeing if he's still a part of this world. And then, if that gets nothing, he'll poke him. "Uh... Souji... ahem, -san...?"
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"...oh oops! Sorry." Normally he wouldn't even have bothered mentioning he was going somewhere, just looked like a guy who took a sudden timeout, but the fact the Velvet Room was here at ALL had to mean something. After a small chat with its denizens, he stepped out, still utterly confused (as they never gave any answer to his questions) about his new situation, but at least grateful to have those skills on his side.
But did it mean that this world was like the TV? Could he use his persona here? Or would he be able to stick his hand inside of a television set?
Only one way to find out....oh wait before be did that.
"You may want to step back a little. I'm going to try something."
Fair warning him, right?
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And suddenly, Sokka wonders why in the world he ever signed up for this job. Meeting all the whackos before he had a chance to screen them over the consoles first.When Souji finally comes to, Sokka almost jumps back a bit, as if Souji were a weasel snake that had just jumped at him. Yeah, that was trippy. He'd have protested even further, but he's not going to get much of a chance to do that before he starts to go and do something else.
"Okaaaaaaay," Sokka says, drawing out the syllable as he moves back behind the desk. And then for safe measure, he kneels down, barely peeking over it. Because suddenly there's a potential that this guy is going to do something crazy. "Just... promise to tell me what this thing is when you're done. And promise me that you're not going to set this place on fire?"
Yeah, he's taking no chances.
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Not too crazy, really (probably). Just summon another aspect of himself, or at least attempt to in a world that seems to already defy most of the rules in his own. Watching the other teenager scramble behind the desk, he would have said something about overkill to Sokka, but decides he might have never seen anything like this, and really, he figures if it makes him feel safer he won't push it.
"Nothing on fire. Got it."
But he can't help but tease regardless. He puts his bag on the side, pushing it into a wall with one foot. Glad that the rooms in this place are large enough to event attempt it...although now that Souji thinks about it, maybe he should have asked that they go to the roof...well, too late for that now. Outside would scare the local inhabitants, and with being told they weren't overly friendly...better keep that in mind. So that left here.The not TV world. But a different world.
He opens his hand, waiting to see if anything happens. It looks completely silly, a guy looking at his palm like he's about to unleash something. And for a few, tense seconds, nothing does.
But then, a faint blue light that grows brighter, pulsating until a single playing tarot etched with the symbol of the fool slowly begins to descend into his hand, wind picking up as the glow grows from under him as well, making his shirt and pants move. He grins, yes, it was true, he could use them here unaware or not caring of how he probably looks frightening at that moment, the surge of power happening all at once. With a brisk movement, he crushes the card with his hand, causing it to explode in a hundred small pieces. "IZANAGI!"
The wind erupts into a fierce storm, as the small glowing pieces pass right through his body, before reforming into a monstrous creature behind him. Holding its blade with one hand, it glances towards the counter; being tall enough to see Sokka. Yellow eyes glare back, but it doesn't move at all, as Souji simply stands there, grinning at the feat.
The wind stops as suddenly as it had begun and, well, there it is, he supposes.
"It worked." ...what did this mean if he could use them in this manner?
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The card descends. And Sokka is practically tempted to stand up at that point. In fact, he does start to. "Oh is this all you were—"
And then the wind storm happens, and Sokka practically dives for cover yet again. Yeah, what is it with newcomers deciding that right near Sokka was a great time to showcase their weirdo skills. The wind storm knocks a few of the fliers and maps from their shelves, plastering them on walls opposite or floors or through the doorway as the case may be. And then when the large creature suddenly fills the room, Sokka just looks at it with beady eyes from behind the next.
"Okay, I probably should have mentioned rule number two about the Welcome Centre: No summoning large creepy... things inside!"
But still Sokka is looking up high to the large creature threatening to go through the roof of the Welcome Centre due to its sheer height. "Please tell me that thing's not dangerous."
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His other self disappears in a small shower of blue light and Souji stands there, pursing his lips as he taps them.
"There's more too," he adds. "...including much smaller ones. Izanagi is simply the one that represents me the most." He wasn't going to bring out Mara. Not yet anyway. Even poor Sokka didn't deserve that much trauma in a single day. "But this is incredible. Usually I couldn't use them in the real world...
Or maybe this place is another part of the TV world, far far away in a forgotten corner...
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What.
"You're... him... and he's... you..." Sokka repeats, trying to make sense of it. But it's all just senseless syllables. "That's it. I give up trying to understand how it works. More weird otherworld magic that's completely beyond my poor logical brain to comprehend."
Though finally, Sokka will come out from behind the desk now that the creepy monster guy is gone. "I guess the only question that I have to ask is what can it do? You know, in case we have to beat up any more evil space turtle invaders or anything."