Welcome to Edensphere, Flame and Cephiro!

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Characters: Flame/Presea (forgotmyforge) and Cephiro/Clef (andcountry) with NPC Charger on Greeting duty (npc_kun) and with an assist from Smoke/Sha Gojyo (inthecenterfold)
Date/Time: Saturday October 9th, morning
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG13 for the usual birthday nudity and well... Charger himself
Summary: One lovely lady and one runt are born into Edensphere and Charger

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[forgotmyforge]

It was a slow waking, as Flame was resistant to leave that familiar too-hot sensation of fire. The air was thick around her - no, not air, something thick and not-quite-fluid - and she gasped in surprise, bringing her arms up and trying to get out.

Something broke against her questing hands and she fell forward, slipping messily onto her knees and looking up and around in confusion.

[andcountry]

It was difficult to wake up - it usually was, wasn't it?

Or was it?

He couldn't tell whether or not he had opened his eyes, once he had opened them, and there was this claustrophobic and too-warm feeling about him of floating in some sort of viscous liquid. Funny that. He reached out to flail against whatever blanket or large animal had decided to sit on him and ooze all over the place, and a piece of the wall broke away.

He groaned. No, too bright. Covering the hole with a hand, he debated whether it was too late to just go back to sleep. So far today looked like it might be a Monday, or the local equivalent thereof, and he wanted no part of it.

[npc_kun]

What Charger noticed wasn't actually either of them at first, but the redhead sitting up straight and gasping audibly in shock.

"Hm?" He turned to see not one but two people emerging from cocoons. Man, now I've gotta actually do work? This bites.

He approached the bigger one first, the one with the flowing blonde hair. That wasn't always a sign of being female, but the curve of the body and... and... he turned his upper body sideways. A chick! This day may not suck so bad after all!

He turned his head towards the other one then. A kid, huh? And a guy by the looks of things. Since he only had one towel on hand anyway, he walked over towards the little guy. Not like he cared about seeing that

[forgotmyforge]

Flame blinked, her eyes focusing. She glanced around curiously, passing over the gruff speaker and pausing on the other person. There was something - but the talking man was right, she didn't really remember. Which made the cold of her nakedness even sharper. When she realized that the boy was naked too, she blushed and quickly glanced away. There was something very wrong about seeing him vulnerable, even if they were strangers.

She didn't begrudge the child the towel, but the prickle of Charger's gaze on her was an unwelcome distraction. She struggled to her feet, swaying a moment, and smoothed her long hair down over her breasts.

"Stop looking at me like that!" she said, irritably. "Don't make me poke your eyes out! Or boil you in oil! Or kick you in the shins!"

She paused, mostly to think of more punishments.

[andcountry]

"It's not Runt, I can tell you that much!" The boy stood up, twisting the towel as though to whip Charger with it. So what if he was naked? This uppity... somethingorother right here needed to be taught a lesson in respecting one's--

... One's, um. Somethings. Fellow beings, that was it! (Was it?)

But he stopped short, not only in confusion at his own disjointed thoughts, but at the blonde lady's threats. What kind of woman stood there, naked and nameless and covered only by her own hair, and shouted threats at the only person who could help her just because he was abusing his power over her?

The kind of woman he wanted to be friends with did this, he decided. His thoughts of violence extinguished for now, he held the towel up and out towards her, blushing a little. She was very, very naked.

"You can have the towel, um." He paused. Normally a name would go here, or a title. Something. But she had neither. "Lady."