[Open] Is This Even Real?

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite and you

Setting/Location: Between some houses | District 3.

Date & Time: Day 0 | Not long after waking up.

Warnings: To be announced.

Summary: Yoite is seriously confused, feeling much like one of those puppies you see in rescue dog pounds, Y'know the ones~ all wide eye'd and nervous looking.

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[needmoarlove]

Miharu had almost immediately taking his leave, to escape the constant noises of people worrying how they were going to get home, where they were, or the ever present noise brought on by the more animated people. For a while, he had wandered through the districts boredly, not paying much attention to anything at all. He wasn't as interested in the new world as the others seemed to be, and let everything pass him by with barely a glance.

Except when he spotted a familiar hat out of the corner of his eye.

And just as quickly, he slipped into the crack beside him, staring calmly up at the older boy. "Found you."

[am_i_even_alive]

A slow reaction, as if he'd almost expected the shorter male to be showing up at some point or another. "No you didn't." Was all he offered for the time being to Miharu's chorus. Casting a slow and relaxed, well; sleepy glance towards those dark forest green eyes he could still somehow see despite his fading sight.

"How can Miharu find Yoite if its already Yoite's dream? ... that means, I dream of Miharu?" Inclining his head aside to a slight angle, a few strands of hair sweeping past his face as he stared back at the wall before him.

[needmoarlove]

Miharu follows suit, a small head tilt as he ponders the boys statement. "Or Miharu dreams of Yoite." He adjusted himself a little, shirt rubbing some dirt off of the wall. Perhaps this world was a dream, and they would both wake up soon, back where they had fallen asleep. But the cold wanted to tell the boy otherwise, and he made a sound of disinterest.

"Maybe we were kidnapped by fairies."

[am_i_even_alive]

Turning to look at Miharu as he offered his version of events. It was logically possible, I mean if Yoite though this was his dream and Miharu thought it was his... then why couldn't it be possible that they had been kidnapped by fairies?

"Miharu saw a fairy?" Raising his hands up to his face, no matter the thick fabric of his sandy brown riding gloves with that warm wool inner lining, his hands were still as cold as blocks of ice, mottled and numb. Breathing over his finger tips, rubbing his hands and trying his very best to warm them up.

If they had been kidnapped that would mean they were after Miharu, right? Yoite couldn't see Tobari or Aizawa around so it really would all be up to him if anyone came and tried to make a snatch for Miharu. He would have to be alert, stay awake.

[veracitatem]

Diana wandered the streets as well as she looked for answers, but there were so few to be found. It was lucky at least that this world was less outwardly threatening than others she had been to, but her guard was hardly down. The cleverest of traps lured their victims into security before they snapped. Falling for such a trap was a disgrace to an Amazon's wit.

As she wandered the village streets, a man sitting between two buildings drew her attention. His dress did not match that of the native people, so he, too, had to be a traveler. Unsure of whether he had awoken yet or not, Diana approached.

"Are you well, fellow traveler," she asked as she crouched before him.

[am_i_even_alive]

Yoite was slow to look over at the woman before him. She was kind enough to at least lower herself to his heigh so that was a nice start, he wouldn't have to strain himself when looking up to her face. Nodding his head once to both her questions, though both were a lie. Yoite was far from well and still somehow believed this to be but a dream, some fantasy he'd mused up in his decaying mind.

Frowning slightly but staying silent, there was something curious about her. Yoite had once been told that the human mind couldn't make up anything from scratch, that all dreams, ideas and muses were genetically passed down from previous family and even as far back as evolution ... but for the life of him, he couldn't ever recall having been told or met a woman like her before. A troubling thought entered his head and the boys eyes went a little wide.

[veracitatem]

She smiled kindly to the young man, trying to counteract his apparent fright. Diana did not reach out to touch his shoulder as she may have otherwise, since she had a feeling that he was the sort of person that would not appreciate such physical contact. But her warmth carried easily through her voice.

"I am glad to hear it. I am Diana of Themyscira," she said, pausing before she added, "Perhaps known to you as Wonder Woman. And your name?"

[am_i_even_alive]

That odd though, it soon passed as he heard the female introduce herself. He had never heard of her, nor would he have reacted with any great show of friendship or interest had he known who she was, as for a moment back then (and still a little now) he had though that maybe, just maybe, this lady was his mother and he had finally died.

"....Diana?" Sitting up in a little more of a straight posture, trying to recall the name of his mother. " Yoite" He offered his name, blunt and short.