Welcome to Edensphere, Whisper.

[fugue_angel]

Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) and Kaname/Whisper (per_fectonpaper)
Date/Time: Sometime on 9/25
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: TBA
Summary: Kaname arrives in Edensphere, and an 'old man' is there to greet her.

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[per_fectonpaper]

Suddenly there was light. A pale green hazy, gooey kind of light, but light none-the-less. Brown eyes flashed open, wincing, only to widen again as she inhaled a large amount of the sticky substance. It was then she realized it was all around her. Instinct took over, and thrashing about, she was finally able to take in her first breath of fresh air as the cocoon broke open, letting her pour out onto the ground like a wet fish.

Coughing and hacking in a very unladylike manner, she gasped as air filled her lungs, once heavy and full with the goo. She was sopping and felt rather gross, her hair nearly doubling its weight merely by being wet. Once she had calmed her breathing down, the girl brought a hand up to her eyes to adjust to the even brighter light outside of the cocoon.

"Wh-wha..." Her voice was wet but hoarse like it had not been used in ages.

[fugue_angel]

Again, he heard that vague cocoon-splatter sound but wasn't entirely sure whether or not someone had been born. If only there was a way to turn down the volume... Nevertheless, he practically jumped up, seized a bundle of provisions, and hurry-hobbled his way over to where he thought he'd heard the sound.

...alright, it circled around after realizing he'd guessed wrong, but upon noticing that it was a girl, he reminded himself not to stare (that dirty bastard) as he approached her. Slowly. Gold eyes shielded by the dark hood hanging over his face, he called (in a phony forced 'rasp' of a voice), "Are you alright?"

At a suspiciously crawl-pace hobble, he continued in that poor mimicry of an old man's voice, "It is confusing for those who have just been born."

[per_fectonpaper]

Waking up covered in some sticky mess into a strange place to be greeted by some shady guy in a hood was not the way one normally wanted their day to go. She really did not care if he was old or not, but he was a strange man that was way too close. And it didn't help that she just realized she was quite naked.

"Wh-what the hell is going on!?!" she shouted, scrambling backwards to cover herself up with her hands as quickly as possible. "STAY BACK!"

Confused, yes. But what was even more annoying was that for some reason, she couldn't remember anything that had happened before. There was a strange dream, and then waking up and plopping on the ground. Something was definitely off.

[fugue_angel]

Not that Fugue had meant to freak her out so, but perhaps he'd overdone it this time? Then again, it wasn't like he could really remember the other times he'd (successfully) greeted someone in this disguise. And when he'd last met with Lucy, his beard had even fallen off. But this time, he was pretty sure that it was very securely on his face. There was no way it could possibly fall off.

He halted. A dead stop right after she yelled. "F-forgive me!" He knelt, taking his time preparing before sliding the bundle of provisions toward her. He semi-ground out, "If you... are anything like the others who were born here, then you had a strange dream and recall nothing else, correct?"

At least he wasn't really looking at her or staring or anything. Fugue was pretty sure he knew the consequences to something like that after all.

[per_fectonpaper]

Okay, that was just a little freaky. Half-ignoring what he said, she reached out for the bundle, immediately discovering the towel and wrapping it quickly around herself. She was not too keen about being surprised, confused, or in such a precarious situation.

"There are others?" Perhaps she should have been less hasty to cast blame, but it seemed being anxious just made her angry. "What, are you some sort of old pervert that waits around for girls to show up naked? Sick. You need to find a new hobby!" Of course she wanted to know what was going on, but on her own terms, and after she had sufficiently made herself feel better.

[fugue_angel]

O__O' Fugue's jaw dropped, though it couldn't really be seen from the distance between him and the girl. He was obviously so inept that he wasn't exactly sure about how to rectify the situation, either. "WHAT!?!? WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PERVERT!?!?" he rasped, stamping one foot heavy to the ground...

...before semi-collapsing to boot. He was huffing and panting in aggravation from suddenly bursting out, and even began to cough before continuing, "As if I'm just waiting around for girls to show up! Girls have this kind of job, too, you know???"

[per_fectonpaper]

Even though she didn't know the man, she could show a little concern when he seemed to be hurt as he collapsed to the ground. But his response just wiped all that away and only made her angrier.

"What!? So you just have some fucking coalition of perverts!?! Who says you have to be a GUY to be one? Are you sexist too??"

Not wanting to take anymore verbal abuse (what verbal abuse??), the long-haired girl stood up, towel-clad and hands on her hips. Her face was set and upset, everything but a big foot-stomp to accentuate her demand.

"Tell me what the hell is going on here and what happened to my clothes! And why can't I remember anything!?"

[fugue_angel]

Fugue was pretty sure that a vein was about to pop on his forehead when he jabbed an accusing finger at her. When she stood, he was trying -trying- not to feel intimidated though he was actually kind of shaking in his boots. "WHO EVER HEARD OF BEING BORN WITH CLOTHES ON?!" And then he went into another fit of coughing because rasping like that was totally a strain on the voice.

In a less-strained, less-forced old man mimic, he continued, "You've just been born from a cocoon. Just look around at those ugly, egg-shaped things--you fell out of one of those."

[per_fectonpaper]

Though disgruntled, the girl actually did look around at the various cocoons behind her. Even though she remembered essentially nothing, she knew that's simply not normal. And it really didn't answer her questions either. Turning around, she cast an accusing, laser-glare right at Fugue's face.

"That still doesn't make SENSE!" she retorted, fingers gripping the material of the towel out of anger. "Why did I come from a cocoon and why are you here and where the hell am I and what is GOING ON!?"

[fugue_angel]

NOW that it was too late, Fugue finally realized that he had thoroughly irritated the young lady and was backing away as quickly as he thought an old man should be able to. Which was him tangled in his long, heavy robes and kind of flailing in fear elderly agony.

"No one knows ALL the answers other than this is a STRANGE place called EDENSPHERE where people FORGET THEMSELVES and THEIR PASTS and are born from COCOONS." Thankfully he'd managed to untangle himself, but darn, why didn't he bring that cane of his? Against a cocoon, he dragged himself up (those things are surprisingly heavy and sturdy) and regained a sense of balance before hobble-jogging to the table in the midst of the room.

[per_fectonpaper]

Oh, like hell he was getting away with just that. Grabbing the rest of the welcome package, she stomped off behind him, refusing to leave without some sort of proper answer. She had to be having some sort of really, really bad dream to believe any of this.

"Like THAT makes any sense! HEY!" She started in a sprint, finding herself in surprisingly good shape. "I'm still talking to you! Explain what all that mans! Forgetting yourself? Edensphere? That sounds like some dumb computer game!"

[fugue_angel]

Despite his actual age, he already felt incredibly worn out by greeting the girl. Once he reached the table, he leaned on it and panted before taking a seat on one of the chairs. He'd rather not actually look at the girl for fear that she'd beat him in the face for being a pervert or something.

"Few things make sense at all here. And if you stopped yelling, you'd hear the sounds of the 'computer game' that you might be referring to." Because if anything, their yelling had echoed throughout the room and drowned the blipping and beeping from the space invaders outside. But Fugue would've welcomed that incessant noise over this confrontation.

[per_fectonpaper]

Her pace slowed as she reached the table, listening to him speak and only then becoming aware of the noise outside. So there was more to this place? Wait, that sounded like--something familiar. Familiar and something you only play when you're really bored or avoiding homework. Shaking her head, the girl turned her attention back to Fugue.

"Well, then how do you expect me to react?" she asked, in a reasonably calmer voice, though it was obvious she was still annoyed. "Grateful that somehow I've gotten lost in some weird-ass dream where I've forgotten everything about myself? Like that's okay. The towel helps, but you can't just expect someone to go 'Oh, okay'!" She sighed, exasperated.

"Uggghhh, just pinch me and let me wake up now!"

[fugue_angel]

He also sighed before replying, "Ask someone else to pinch you lest you call me a pervert."

He had a headache. First it was the droning voice of the invasion outside, and now it was from dealing with a difficult greeting that he hadn't helped any. It wasn't like Fugue wanted to admit that his slinking about hadn't been the way to go about it, but did the girl have to yell and accuse him so suddenly? "And if you hadn't startled me, I could've provided you with the clothing that I was bringing. The rest of that bundle you picked up should have it."

[per_fectonpaper]

"That was rhetorical," she said with a twitch of her brow. He was half-right, though - she may have not called him a pervert for that, but she probably would have attempted to maim him.

The girl huffed. Clearly, he was not going to give her any more answers. Though, it was all his fault, really. Maybe if he had been a normal, helpful person instead of some creepy guy in a hood, sneaking around like he worked in some free peep show, she would have been nicer to him. But probably not.

"Fine. I'll figure it out myself," she said as she turned heel, an angry weight to each step she took away.

Pausing some yards away, she glanced back over her shoulder, glaring at the man's back. "By the way, your beard is crooked."

With that, she stomped off to find her way out, and hopefully to a shower and something completely illogical so she could wake up.

[fugue_angel]

He would have tried to help her out, except that she yelled about his beard being crooked, which offended him to no end. Immediately he began to check--sure, it was secure, but crooked? This could be a serious problem.

Besides, the moment she stepped foot out there and found herself in a monstrously impossibly huge tree with space invaders descending into its leaves and branches, she'd probably realize for herself just how incredibly strange it was. Seeing would hopefully be believing. As much as he couldn't really explain her birth, he most certainly wasn't able to explain exactly what was happening outside.