here we go! /mario voice
Characters: Nel Zelpher, OPEN TO ANY/ALL
Date: January 9
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: Yes, Nel mad.
( I can think of four things I'd like to do, all involve a knife and four different parts of you. )
Date: January 9
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: Yes, Nel mad.
( I can think of four things I'd like to do, all involve a knife and four different parts of you. )
So he had just been hanging around the Harbor talking with some of the NPCs. Obviously, Albel wasn't the best conversation partner anyone could have which left Fayt wandering around town on his own. Nothing out of the ordinary; it was almost like being on Elicoor II again. Minus Cliff and everyone he knew and plus a gigantic sword. Even now, after having used the broadsword in battle so many times, Fayt still wasn't sure what to do with it.
Fayt had been here for a little over two months. Albel had apparently been here longer. But honestly? If he was going to see any other familiar faces, he certainly hadn't expected it to be like this.
"...!?"
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Nel spied Fayt, dressed as weirdly as her, and came toward him in great strides, crossing a fair distance in good time for someone at her height. The violet of her eyes blazing out at him, her fists clenched to where her knuckles were stark white-- she meant business, and her business right now was with the boy who she'd been speaking to before the unceremonious summoning through the Gate.
"Fayt," she said, calmly but for the undercurrent of fury adding a bite to the end of his name. "To my understanding, we're supposed to be on your ship. Correct?"
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It took a fair bit of self-control to not flinch. He would have said something but the fury in Nel's voice? Yea, Fayt forgot for a second that Nel could neither attack in Mac Anu and that she probably lost most of the battle skills like he and Albel did. What could he say? The women he knew were scary when angry.
"What? Wait, what are you talking about?" So maybe he blanked out momentarily. Then again, he didn't know about the whole 'so you're from a different point in time than me' deal that The World had going.
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Then she suffered the indignity of tumbling head over ass into a street that hadn't existed a moment ago, and now here was Fayt, asking her what Nel was on about.
Even her fondness for him wouldn't protect Fayt now. She glared and made a sweep with her hand, gesturing to everything around them. "This! We were on the Diplo, making plans!"
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By this point, Fayt had his hands held straight up in front of him in a 'surrender' gesture. Anything to try and get Nel to calm down. Then again, maybe an explanation about The World would be helpful?
... Once he was sure Nel wouldn't throw a knife at him anything he said out the window.
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If he happened to be someone like, say, the Menodix boy from the Republic, she'd outright jump to conclusions and decide this was his idea of a practical joke. But this was Fayt; due trust.
Most definitely not calmed down, she propped her fists up behind each hip, close to the dagger hilts. The stance made her look like an angry pregnant woman but the silent threat, or bluff, remained clear. Nel turned the gleam of her eye on him and waited for him to explain what the hell had happened.
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"I- No, that's not it! I mean..." Fayt stopped and took a breath to calm himself down. He wasn't doing either of them a favor by panicking.
"I'm not sure what's going on, Nel." This would be so much easier to explain if Fayt didn't have to worry about telling her about what their own world was like. Slight annoyance aside, at least he and Albel were... Somewhat desensitized to the whole 'this world is a game and we're nothing more than A.I.s players in it'. "This is another world, one we weren't planning on going to. Albel's the only other person here besides us the last I checked."
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Fayt had done well by bringing up Albel. Her expression froze. Whatever hostility leaking toward him swerved, turned around, and focused on the absent General.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, "I believe you." He didn't know what was going on. Nel could read that, easily. She had the feeling there was more to it, but he looked terrified, and she needed to control her temper.
"What else can you tell me, about the locals, about--" Another gesture to Mac Anu. "--Here."
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When Nel spoke again, the boy's expression lit up. She had helped them out in so many ways and having someone other than the confrontational Albel to talk to would be a relief... Somewhat.
"This place is called Mac Anu. Fighting isn't allowed within city borders..." He gestured to the gate behind her. "That's the Chaos Gate. We use" - here, he pulled out his Relic - "these Relics to travel to different fields and to the other city, Lumina Cloth."
"Some of the people are like us, pulled from a different world. The rest... They're just a bit odd."
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Nel absorbed the information and took in the device he pulled out. She glanced, confirmed the presence of an identical Relic attached to the new belt, and zeroed in on the end of his sentence like a cat on a gerbil. Though most other Elicoorians would have looked at Fayt askance for implying disappearing and reappearing in another city was possible, he and the other offworlders had used something similar to save her life. Nel damn well knew it to be possible.
"Odd?" Her posture relaxed a little with the distraction of speculation. "That could mean anything. Outlawing intercity violence is reasonable, but are their other customs ... outlandish?"
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Because Fayt still needed to think of a good way to explain the whole video game thing to someone who was from an underdeveloped planet. It was hard enough to explain his origins when she finally decided to call him and Cliff on their bluff. What to do, what to do...
"These Relics also hold onto our items for us; if you see something that's blacked out, that means it's locked until we reach level 20 or have fulfilled some other requirement."
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"Level 20? You're not talking about stairs, I assume."
Runological wonder. Failing the scientific explanation her Medieval-era planet couldn't provide her, her instinctive guess as to how a tiny object like the Relic could contain her belongings was the Earth equivalent of magic. Maybe dimensional manipulation, or something else beyond her understanding.
She didn't like being in the dark. "You mentioned authority. Who is claiming to be in charge?" Not of me, a bitter voice said in the back of her brain. Only Her Majesty had the right.
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Dimensional manipulation came pretty close to it. Or at least, it was the next best explanation after 'everything is data and can be compressed into smaller folders'. Fayt might have to use that description again one of the days.
He shrugged at the question.
"Like I said; they barely pass as 'authority' and only seem to show up for quests and such things. There should be two addresses listed in the Relic. They're pretty hands off about everything though." There's a slight bitterness in the last sentence. Maybe if those two had paid closer attention, none of the people would have fallen unconscious last month...
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