[[There’s a new Ahiru in town. But this one seems… different than the others, even more different from the heartless Princess. As she’s wandering around the streets, it’s quite obvious that her skin is a shade of blue not usually seen on living people, and her gown is tattered and half-rotted away.]]

Fakir…? Rue…? Mytho…? This isn’t the world of ( Read more... )

[There's a stumble and a crash as a dark haired man went to step off a boat and instead found his foot hitting the cobble stone ground.]

Дерьмо! Где? Где я? Это нет Париж…

[He pushes himself to his feet, whipping around with a worried, frustrated expression. Ahiru was no where to be seen. He had almost lost her on the boat...where was she now?!]

Damn ( Read more... )

*The last call had been made for disembarking in Paris...Paris, Paris, Ahiru still couldn't believe she was actually in Paris! Soon, so soon, she'd go with Fakir and Mytho to see Rue, who hopefully would then direct them to see the Dowager Empress Edel! Then...maybe, then, she'd learn if she was really the Grand Duchess Anastasia. In truth, Ahiru ( Read more... )

[[Ahiru shivers as she walks through the streets in the middle of the night. She really can't sleep, and whenever she tries to close her eyes, only visions of her Fakir fighting, blank face and inhuman speed, appear, and she wants to cry.

She really, really misses him...]]

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!

[[Fakir stomps down the streets, a baseball bat clutched tightly in one hand. He is absolutely uncharacteristically LIVID as he heads toward the House of Mirrors.]]Stupid cursed mirrors! You traumatized my brother! You broke my best friend! And if my girlfriend finds you ( Read more... )

[Fakir and Ahiru are out exploring the town. Fakir has a tight grip on Ahiru's hand to keep her from wandering off again, something she looks likely to do the moment he lets go.]

[ Just a short distance from an abandoned shop, the Jumi Knight slashes at invisible opponents with his sword, his body bending and arching with the various fighting maneuvers he had learned, and expression steady with eyebrows drawn tightly together in concentration.

And just beyond the busy swordsman, the wall of the building was lined with ( Read more... )

[[Fakir sits outside Hotel California in the middle of the night, his back leaning against the wall. He has a paper bag full of churros he baked earlier that evening, and every so often, he'll pull one out to chew on it. He looks up at the stars, brows furrowed, and looking unusually thoughtful.]]

[Another Ahiru wanders around, managing to look both worried and spaced out at the same time. In the center of her chest, large white jewel gleams in the light.]

Fakir? Fakir, where are you?

[ooc: Have the second Legend of Mana character. Ahiru looks more like her PT counterpart than
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Don't mock me, you--

[ The young man's voice died off almost immediately, green eyes widening as they looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. It was a town... but it certainly wasn't one he was familiar with--and it damn well wasn't where he was just a moment ago!

Narrowing his eyes, he looked about in a panic, sword still in hand. ...Was this one ( Read more... )