♛ Princess Tamina -1- "Uncovering a New World"

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Who: timesguardian // Open!
Where: Espoir Village
Status: Open!
Style: First or Third

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Gokudera was out on another one of his walks, scowling more than normal now that the tenth's name had disappeared from the Dreamberry too. He'd let Uri free from the ring though and the cat was busy darting about, chasing something no doubt but he wasn't paying too much attention to the box weapon to notice what was happening.

It wasn't until Uri swiped at his leg, Gokudera bending to pick him up that he even noticed Tamina and he really couldn't help but stare.

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The Princess spied the little cat darting here and there, and paused in her stroll to smile at its antics. So far, Dastan had been right; this place was like any other - people from different walks of life simply trying to get along with what they had. It was still so strange, however.

Tamina's gaze followed the little feline until it scampered back to the one she presumed to be its master, meeting his gaze and giving him a cordial nod. "Well met," said she, one eyebrow lifting in gentle mirth at his apparent surprised stare.

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Gokudera went to nod before he really looked once Uri was safely in his grasp, disappearing back into the ring on his hand. He supposed that the one good thing about going home was that it was getting him out and now meeting people.

He'd been staying in the ever dwindling Vongola family bubble for too long.

"Hello." It was a little more formal than normal but who said well met these days? He doubted even the oldest mafia families used it anymore. "I'm Gokudera Hayato, can I ask your name?" He'd been raised well enough to be civil and polite face to face even if he was more inclined to be abrupt and possible borderline rude on the Dreamberry.

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"You may. I am Tamina, formerly of the Holy City of Alamut." That "formerly" tasted sour on her tongue, but she reckoned it was indeed the truth, unless someone happened to discover a way back to their respective time and place.

But her brow quirked at the newcomer's name; it was very strange indeed and she carefully committed it to memory, as it would never do to inadvertently insult someone by mispronouncing their name, no matter its pronunciation.

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"Alamut?" That name didn't ring any bells, not that he should be surprised by that because people in this place seemed to come from places that didn't sound possible at all. "How long have you been here in Somarium?"

His lips quirked into a frown at the name for the world. The fascination had long since gone after some of the crazy things that had happened along with the randomly falling asleep for weeks with no notice and family members disappearing with equally as little notice.

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"Not very long at all." She shrugged a shoulder with a soft sigh. She did indeed miss her city, it's familiar buildings and people. This place, for all its seeming loveliness, was still alien to her eye, foreign and strange. "Well less than a fortnight."

Although the Princess knew there was much more to be explored, she had not yet garnered the curiosity needed to broach such unfamiliar territory. Just being here and away from home was hard enough.

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"It takes some adjusting," he replied as he wondered if he really meant re-adjustment after a return trip home, forgetting this world in his own and any experiences he'd had until he'd found himself back in his bed. "Especially if strange things happen."

Or stranger things if you weren't accustomed to long spells of oddities. Like that whole prehistoric thing that had happened to them a while back now which was growing cooler and more interesting in his head the more time that passed.

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"It does, indeed." Tamina gestured to the village around them. "My city is nothing like this. Nothing at all. It's still very...strange, this place."

But her eyebrow quirked; strange thing happening? "...what sort of 'things', if I may ask?"

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"What is your city like?" He was always interested in learning about other places, especially here. Who knew what he might learn from some of the others who were around and the more information he had, the better. It helped to identify anyone that should be avoided for the safety of the family.

"Once...this place turned into something like a jungle with giant animals and plants and so on," he began, smiling slightly, "I think it turned this place into some point in the prehistoric era because there were dinosaurs too and all of the houses just disappeared and the devices we communicate on were walkie-talkies with crap reception."

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"Alamut is the holiest of cities," she responded, eyes going distant as she delved into memory. "It sits in a secluded valley, surrounded by high distant mountains. There are lush gardens, cold clear streams, and the city itself is constructed from marble, pearl and gold.

"My people are great craftsman, and love working to ensure that our city remains the most peaceful and beautiful in all the empire. We are peaceful, pure and devoted to the Gods' teachings. The deserts beyond are harsh and unforgiving, but in Alamut there resides shelter and comfort, even from the harshest storms."

Falling silent, the Princess lowered her gaze and sighed softly. How she missed it! "Forgive me. 'twas not my intention to lapse into melancholy." But then her eyebrow quirked, hearing his answer to her query.

"A jungle? How...strange, indeed. I've never before seen such a place." Confusion writ her brow. "...and this was magic, then? Which caused such a thing to happen?"

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Tamina had a rapt audience in Gokudera when she spoke because to him, Alamut sounding like something out of a dream or one of the older books at the back of a library than seldom every took out.

"Don't apologise, if I came from somewhere like that I wouldn't shut up about it," he smiled as he spoke. It almost didn't sound real but after being thrown ten years into his future he had the feeling he should stop questioning things like and just try to adapt to them.

"I haven't managed to find out yet. I'm keeping a log of strange happenings so I can see if there's a pattern to them or anything that happens more than once. So far though," he blew a frustrated sigh, "I've come up with nothing. But then I fell asleep for weeks at a time once and then I went home for a while and woke up here again. It's like this place doesn't want me to figure it out."

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"Such might be more true than we realize," Tamina agreed to his latter statement. "It seems this place keeps secrets merely for the benefit of keeping them."

And weren't there just a thousand and thousand more question she wanted to ask whatever gods lorded over this world? Oh, yes. Tamina had issue with their questionable motives; indeed she did. And eventually, she knew she'd have her answers, the test now was patience.

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"There was a time when some people thought we'd lived our whole lives here." And hadn't that been wholly unsettling after the fact? He'd forgotten almost all the important figures in his life, all the events that had shaped him into who he was now. "There's something sinister about that."

More than sinister; why make people forget their lives? Was it so they'd be stuck here forever without questioning it? He couldn't help but wonder what would have happened to their lives in their own worlds if that had happened.

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Tamina suppressed a shudder. "And forgotten everything about home? How positively awful..." She couldn't imagine losing her memories of Alamut, her home and people, as well as her sacred task given by the gods. Such would be paramount to losing who she was, for all three had shaped a young girl into the woman she'd become.

Time to change the subject. Preferably to a lighter, easier segue.

"Do you reside in the village as well, then? It's quite lovely, so different, but my own city aside, I don't believe I've ever seen such a tranquil place."

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"Yeah, I stay in one of the cottages with a friend." Was Yamamoto a friend? Close enough he supposed. "It's nice to have some sort of quiet every once in a while."

He smiled a little then because Namimori was never really quiet at all. Maybe it had been once and there were lulls in the insanity but generally Gokudera was involved in it somehow. "It takes getting used to be luckily the idiot I stay with stops it from getting too quiet by doing any number of idiot things."

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"Mm, as do I." She nodded, then wondered if the Persian really was a friend. He certainly seemed to believe so, at that. "Yes, it is, indeed. No bustle, hustle or business for miles, it seems."

The Princess laughed softly, wondering just what sort of housemate he had. "Fond of his pranks, is he?"