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Thread: There's No Place Like Home, or Miami at Least...

May 18, 2009 17:59

Characters: OU Dexter Morgan, OPEN
Where:On the way to the Transporter Room
When: Just after the blackout; his short encounter with the Joker.Summary: Out of two options, Dexter picks an attempt to go see the "replica of his home world" that came with him over investigating to see if AU Quatre's theory in which something may have happened to the ( Read more... )

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uncloudedeyes May 23 2009, 02:25:38 UTC

Ashitaka was walking the halls, again. He was a little out of himself after the blackout. Staying still was not something he was fond of, so he was moving. The Ring... it was not a scenery he was probably ever going to get used to.

Footsteps had his attention as they rounded a corner. An unfamiliar and oddly clothed man came into view. Ashitaka stopped, his eyes on him, alert. "Ah, hello."

bloodspecialist May 23 2009, 03:02:23 UTC

The young man in robes Dexter saw was definitely not anyone he'd be used to seeing. He looked to be in his late teens, and a little older than Jeremie. For a beat, he considered the Passenger's thoughts and feelings--but there was nothing coming from it.

Determined Dexter had made a complete stop and showed the young man a casual smile. "Hello there. Nice day, isn't it?" Maybe it was not the best way to greet someone in an unusual place such as the Ring, but nothing else exactly came to mind.

Briefly stopping to say hello to this guy wasn't seen as a hindrance, not at all. Overall running into another new person wasn't necessary at this point, but he could multitask! Besides, making a new friend to help build his confidence when it came to coming back to the Ring would be good for him. To stay open minded and try to make do with anyone and anything around him was something he did on daily basis, to remain to appear "normal".

Nothing wrong here! Dexter's just a regular guy, somebody most wouldn't think twice about. That's right ( ... )

uncloudedeyes May 23 2009, 03:36:08 UTC

"Yes." Ashitaka smiled wanly but warmly back. His voice was pleasant and he also decided being friendly was certainly not a bad thing. "It would be nicer if the day could come in here." he much preferred the outside, which was where he was headed.

He wanted to remain busy in any way that was helpful but for the time being he had come into nothing. Between training with Dick and being outside there was... well, more of the same. Well, there was the odd newcomer he helped around the complex, to the best of his abilities. Perhaps this man was one of them?

"Ah, have you been here very long?"

bloodspecialist May 23 2009, 04:20:37 UTC

"How very true. To feel some warm sunlight on your skin and hear the birdies sing. There's nothing that's got a more placid and safer feeling." Dexter was of course only playing along, but there was some truth to what he said. Being in the actual outside, let alone the familiar sights and smells of Miami, would help him feel so much more at ease, and maybe settle down the Dark Passenger too, for only Dexter could hear it moaning from the backseat of his mind ( ... )

uncloudedeyes May 26 2009, 03:47:26 UTC

Ashitaka smiled a tad, seeing the other man was perhaps not as sincere as he was. This didn't bother him at all, just signaled that was as for as he ought to go with that particular topic.

He spoke after the next string of information was given. "How can you tell? They might be much stronger than you think, but much agreed, the Transporter Room is indeed that way. I don't know what kind of luck you will find with ti but it is worth a try." he prodded at the hint of a joke but was all serious afterward. He turned and walked the way the man had correctly rattled off on his own, he would lead him to the room in question and perhaps stay until he successfully disappeared, if that happened. He had been thinking about attempting the same thing, but something told him such a means was too easy and destined not to be fruitful.

bloodspecialist May 26 2009, 04:26:28 UTC

"Ah, thank you," he kindly said, and followed. From listening to the young man kid around a bit, he seemed pretty nice. If only Dexter could be a little nicer, but with the way the inner beast was acting, that just wasn't going to happen.

"You don't know my sister," he said, jokingly. "She likes to get violent and pissed at me whenever we can't seem to keep in touch with each other within over twenty-four hours." If Debs had the whole chakram and leather outfit, she would be like Xena: the Warrior Princess.

Mild Mannered Dexter kept up his end of the conversation as they reached the corridor's intersection. "I'm Dexter, by the way. What's your name?"

uncloudedeyes May 26 2009, 04:55:22 UTC

"My name is Ashitaka." The prince answered in the same polite tone. "I can certainly sympathize. My own sister is rather merciless when it comes to worry." he remembered his sister's face, wondering for a moment how Kaya was doing...He hadn't seen her in many months, destined never to see her again. Dexter didn't have to know all that though. Ashitaka kept on, "In that case, your safe return is of the utmost importance." there was slight jest to his tone.

bloodspecialist May 26 2009, 05:02:24 UTC

"I'm glad we've come to that understanding," he said, pulling off just the right reaction and expression, in case Ashitaka turned and looked at him.

There were three directions laid before them; left, right, and forward. Upon memorizing what he's seen of this section on a map panel, he pointed to the left turn. "We go this way, I think."

uncloudedeyes May 26 2009, 17:36:44 UTC

Ashitaka nodded and lead the way. Dexter apparently already had his bearings secured rather well, but he lead anyway, being only polite now that he had started.

"You know how to use those 'holomaps'?" unknown to Dexter, certainly, Ashitaka had actually done a rather nice job remembering a technical term. He was more than technologically illiterate, having never even begun to start that age in his own world. His home had only oxen, wagon trains, paper maps, and scout guides to assist them. This whole subject of 'machines' and such were far beyond him. Yet he was still ready to attempt to trust one... if this teleportation worked for Dexter... perhaps the Computer could send him home as well?

bloodspecialist May 27 2009, 01:58:40 UTC

The map panels was something that Dexter had used a few times already, but the new term he's heard was new.

He paused and cued in a brow quirk. "Holomaps? ...Not quite, no. Just the maps on the wall panels so far."

On the inside he was hoping the transporter room would not fail him. It had better not. Otherwise, he'd have to turn around and take the long way up to where the Miami replica would be.

Okay now ol' boy; we should be coming close to the right room soon. He had stopped walking after counting the number of doors in his mind before reaching the destination. In opening the door, there was a platform in the center of the room, with a computer with a big monitor on a desk that was shoved up against the wall.

"This is the transporter room, correct," he asked Ashitaka. It never hurt to make sure before making any real actions. It was better to be safe than sorry.

uncloudedeyes May 28 2009, 05:38:20 UTC

"Ah, yes." Ashitaka said with some certainty. He had been here enough, trying to find a way back to his own home. Usually he had encountered someone from somewhere else, however. Some newly 'phased' person. He had done everything he could to help these people and now it seemed to be Dexter's turn.

He seemed both shifty and nervous, the prince couldn't help but be put on edge. He followed the man, waiting for his next move. There might be pictures of his home inside. How would he react...

bloodspecialist May 28 2009, 12:46:33 UTC

"So, um... How is this supposed to work, I wonder." True, Dexter had no idea what to do now. He found the room, thanks to Ashitaka, what a nice young man. If he could just help him out a little more ( ... )

uncloudedeyes May 29 2009, 05:15:59 UTC

Ashitaka had, indeed, been watching rather intently. It did not surprise him in the least that The Computer knew everyone's names. She knew everything about this place and all the people in it. It might have others on edge, but as the ruler of this place, it was her job to know who was coming in and out of it. Ashitaka felt more at ease that she had chosen to at least make her knowledge open to everyone else ( ... )

bloodspecialist May 29 2009, 12:11:59 UTC

"I understand," Dexter replied. In a way, he actually did too. Ashitaka obviously was from a different place and timeline. The robes told Dexter that Ashitaka was at least decades in the past from two-thousand-seven.

He turned to the platform. What next? Was he supposed to step on it? Let's find out, hm? Explorer Dexter was certain that no harm would come to him, or Ashitaka. If it wanted them harmed, wouldn't it have already done so upon their arrival?

He wasn't sure on the younger man's behalf, but Dexter at times felt vulnerable in the Ring's complex. This was unknown territory, and for the computer to have found Dexter and brought him here... Ah yes, it was intimidating to think about.

In stepping upon the platform, a swirl of various liquid color for a portal opened before him. The swirling reminded him of someone stirring paint a little to get his paintbrush covered.

"Well, look at that," he said, easily acting furthermore surprised upon his convincing performance.

uncloudedeyes May 29 2009, 16:36:50 UTC

The young man was at a loss for words. What seemed like true magic had just sparked before his very eyes. Sure, he was not unused to the idea at home or here for that matter, but finally seeing the magic The Ring had come to life... it sparked and amazement and some relief. At least the Computer was coming out with her own abilities. Ashiaka had expected to see them before now, but seeing that he was not wrong about her nature... considering the glowing oval in front of where Dexter now stood... he felt relief and confidence in himself. This place was getting more manageable.

"It's incredible." The prince responded still looking at the screen where Dexter had been sitting. he offered the blue orb a few glances here and there, then stepped forward towards it.

bloodspecialist May 30 2009, 21:56:07 UTC

Just out of curiosity before stepping into the Paint Portal (Dexter officially had dubbed it that from this moment onward), he stuck his hand in there. Would he end up getting covered in paint, or did it just look like paint?

With his right arm in the portal, he didn't feel any cool wetness of any kind. Instead, the result was rather the opposite--warm and breezy. Aha, only just one of the familiarities Dexter had missed from home. "Hm." How unorthodox-like... Never judge a portal by its appearance, he supposed.

He pulled his arm back out to see that nothing bad happened to it. The Paint Portal was just an odd looking gateway from the Ring to Miami. It didn't matter now if the portal looked like swirling paint, a hole into pitch blackness, or some floating mass of vomit. Most people would cringe or express disgust, but he of course wasn't most people. Hell, Dexter was going home! Finally ( ... )

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