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Welcome to Edensphere, Heart and Magic!

Aug 25, 2011 19:45

Characters: Heart (androphobias), Magic (magicgoldenhair), & Black (hisbutler_bound)
Date/Time: August 26th, Evening
Location: 1st Floor
Rating: PG 13 for nudity
Summary: Heart and Magic are born into Edensphere.

( Let your power shine )

*birthday, working!!: mahiru (heart), tangled: rapunzel (magic), kuroshitsuji: sebastian (black)

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I'll start 8D Also, forgive how bubbly I write for her, she's contagious magicgoldenhair August 26 2011, 03:23:52 UTC

Appearing somewhere she couldn't recognize and without any memories to help her recognize some place was very scary. Especially to her. The first thing her mind automatically assumed there were evil and nasty thugs nearby that wanted to hurt her. The second thing that happened was that she discovered that she was naked. With a great scream, and a nervous, fearful, flail, she instinctively grabbed her hair and wound herself up in it.

Oh, but she wasn't done yet. Black may have said not to be alarmed but she was. Stranger danger! She took a deep breath, prepared to scream if she had to... Until she registered the word help.

Help was nice. Anyone that wanted to help had to be trustworthy but don't count on her exiting the safety of her hair just yet. She's naked you know!

androphobias August 26 2011, 14:49:19 UTC

She didn't immediately open her eyes, in fact-- it took her some time to convince herself to peek between her closed fists raised to her face in an instinctive defensive stance. It was the scream right beside her that convinced her to look.

The first thing she noticed was that the girl who had screamed had long, impossibly long golden hair. So long she could wrap it all around her. The second thing she noticed was that both of them were naked, and there were no clothes in sight. Still, she took a deep breath and raised a hand with the intention to put it on the girl's shoulder and comfort her, since she seemed scared.

"It's all right, don't worry. I'm sure we'll--"

That's when she saw him. A man. If she had managed to stay calm enough up until that moment, as soon as she saw him she started shaking. "A man..." Even more conscious of the fact she was naked, her face turned as red as her hair as he walked closer. "A man!" She screamed, unable to help herself as her fist moved almost on its own to hit him-- before even realizing ( ... )

hisbutler_bound August 26 2011, 21:57:38 UTC

This was certainly interesting. Either the blondie was wearing some strange fur coat or she was wrapped in her own hair. His eyes searched for any cut off, not finding any on the outside. Yes, certainly strange. He approached her first since she seemed to be the calmer of the two and held out the towel. His eyes were already closed to protect their modesty. Whether she took it in time or not was entirely up to whether she hesitated or not, because whenever the other who was not covered in any way suddenly came his way and punched at him, Black reacted.

He pushed back and backpedaled to the area behind his pack, dropping her towel on the ground near her. He never had anyone panic enough to strike at him, or at least in that fashion. His very thin brow lifted.

"....yes, that is correct. I am a male." His eyes were still closed and he tightened his face into a bright smile. "I won't look until you are both clothed."

magicgoldenhair August 26 2011, 22:59:32 UTC

She gladly takes the towel, watching him carefully after her companion tried to punch him. Still, her hair remained wrapped around her as she stood up, one hand clutching the towel for dear life and-

Well, her hair hid most of her so she shifted her focus to making sure the red haired girl, that was hiding behind her now, was covered. She turned her back towards the gentleman, hair still covering her and offered her towel to the other before picking up the other he'd dropped.

"It's okay, he's-" She took a quick glance behind herself, making sure his eyes were squeezed closed and he wasn't peeking. "He's not looking. And not peeking either." Because, obviously, she's going to presume that men like to peek even when they say they won't look.

androphobias August 27 2011, 00:11:33 UTC

The girl's words weren't reassuring her much. The issue was not that she was scared to be seen naked (although that thought wasn't pleasant either), she was just scared. She clutched the towel to her chest, then wrapped it around her body, all the time still shaking and keeping her eyes on the man, ready to run if he stepped closer ( ... )