Clad in a mask of iron, Fakir wandered through gray nondescript forms. They could be called people but they lacked features of any kind and said nothing as he passed them. And nothing was said to them either, for it seemed pointless to converse with the shiftless creatures. He merely wandered onward to an unknown destination, vaguely wondering where his feet were taking him.
He felt his steps slowing, however, and he looked down to see he was walking on sand.
"Sand? Why on earth would I be at the beach again...? Hasn't this damned place had enough of me?"
But upon looking around, he saw no water, and the formless beings were gone. There was only sand.
Mytho looked down at the shells in the sand. Someone was calling him...? A voice, crying out "Help! Help!" He picked up a shell and held it to his ear. "I'm here. I'll help."
No, not that one. There! A voice from the left...he ran to it, picking up the shell in that area. "I'm here. You need me?" he said again into the shell. No, now that one over there was calling him...
He ran towards it and bent down to pick it up, then realized he was looking at someone's foot. He slowly rose to face the masked stranger, cradling the shell carefully. "Are you...the one calling for help?"
The white-haired boy seemed to suddenly appear in front of Fakir, so he almost flinched upon seeing him, eying him through his mask with some suspicion. "...Calling for help? Hmph. I don't need any--"
He broke off when he realized that the boy with the shell looked familiar...He was the same boy he'd found and called 'Mytho'. But what was he doing here?
He spoke again through the mask, feeling as if had gotten somewhat heavier, but leaving it on. "Idiot. If anyone were to need help, it'd be you."
"Me?" He blinked, then shook his head. "I'm fine. But someone was calling for help. In the shells..." He paused, holding it to his ear for a moment with a vague frown. "I need to protect them."
He looked at the shells in confusion, but was suddenly distracted as a girl nearly ran into them. Her head bowed downward she seemed not to notice them at all. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke in a sharp tone. "Watch where you're--"
He faltered slightly when he noticed she was wiping at her eyes, the iron mask feeling heavier for a moment, and took a step backwards out of the way of the crying girl.
Mytho turned and looked at the girl with blank eyes, watching her expression. She was...why did she have water in her eyes? Did people normally have that? Did that mean something? He leaned close, examining her carefully. "...Were you the one calling for help? You seem too big to live in a shell."
Fakir watched the girl with vague wariness. He was rather accustomed to seeing fake smiles, and considering the girl had just been crying, hers seemed just as hollow to him. He said nothing as she curtsied and apologized, grimacing somewhat when Mytho leaned in to peer at her.
He scowled at his comment, ignoring her lighthearted response. "Humans don't live in shells, dummy."
"Mm..." He leaned back, looking over at the Prince with the same blank expression. "But crabs and turtles do."
He bent down for a moment to carefully set the shell back down in the sand. He couldn't find them...well, but maybe they were able to find someone else to help them. And if not, if they called again, he would answer.
He may have been in a dream, but his skepticism hadn't faded, wondering why the strange girl was almost indulging him. "...He seems to have heard a call for help."
"I thought so. But every time I picked up a shell, the voice moved somewhere else." He slowly drew in a breath, fiddling with the edge of his shirt. "And I can't find the ocean, either..."
Fakir openly scoffed at the girl's response. "...Hearing them is useless if you can't assist them. If anything, that's letting them down." And he knew of this well...
He looked around the area, eying the the shells and the mostly barren sandy land. "Why would we LOOK for the ocean? Thus far its only caused people to nearly drown." Still, the lack of water was almost unsettling in the setting.
'Do you...think so?" Mytho said, directing his eyes towards the golden-eyed girl. "Then I'll listen to them."
He paused looking down blankly at the shells and the sand. The ocean causes people to drown...that felt familiar somehow. He wiggled his toes for a moment then looked back up at his two other companions. "People don't always drown...some swim."
He felt his steps slowing, however, and he looked down to see he was walking on sand.
"Sand? Why on earth would I be at the beach again...? Hasn't this damned place had enough of me?"
But upon looking around, he saw no water, and the formless beings were gone. There was only sand.
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No, not that one. There! A voice from the left...he ran to it, picking up the shell in that area. "I'm here. You need me?" he said again into the shell. No, now that one over there was calling him...
He ran towards it and bent down to pick it up, then realized he was looking at someone's foot. He slowly rose to face the masked stranger, cradling the shell carefully. "Are you...the one calling for help?"
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He broke off when he realized that the boy with the shell looked familiar...He was the same boy he'd found and called 'Mytho'. But what was he doing here?
He spoke again through the mask, feeling as if had gotten somewhat heavier, but leaving it on. "Idiot. If anyone were to need help, it'd be you."
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He faltered slightly when he noticed she was wiping at her eyes, the iron mask feeling heavier for a moment, and took a step backwards out of the way of the crying girl.
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He scowled at his comment, ignoring her lighthearted response. "Humans don't live in shells, dummy."
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He bent down for a moment to carefully set the shell back down in the sand. He couldn't find them...well, but maybe they were able to find someone else to help them. And if not, if they called again, he would answer.
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He looked around the area, eying the the shells and the mostly barren sandy land. "Why would we LOOK for the ocean? Thus far its only caused people to nearly drown." Still, the lack of water was almost unsettling in the setting.
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He paused looking down blankly at the shells and the sand. The ocean causes people to drown...that felt familiar somehow. He wiggled his toes for a moment then looked back up at his two other companions. "People don't always drown...some swim."
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