TURN 001 ★ Projectile Vomiting Not Preferred

[cardinalist]

Characters: cardinalist and You ♥
Location: Plaza
Time: Morning
Style: Action/Prose (I will follow)
Status: As OPEN as (Insert preferred metaphor

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[slyhandmonk]

You...must be new. [The most obvious hint, was that the stranger was wet. Miroku spared him a towel for that minor problem.]

Has anyone told you anything yet?

[cardinalist]

[He recovers somewhat. At least enough to offer a polite - but reserved - smile.]

No, actually. You're the first person I've met...here. So far.

[Peers about]

...I think it's safe to guess we're under the ocean somehow?

[slyhandmonk]

That would be an accurate assumption to make.

[Where to begin?]

I suppose I'll start with the basics. You're in an underwater city known as Vatheon. The coral deity, Lamufao brought you here. Whatever obligations you had prior to your arrival have been put on hold.

[cardinalist]

The coral...?

[A plethora of questions and concerns rush through his mind and he feels momentarily dizzy once more]

...E-excuse me for one sec - [He can't help it. Grabbing the nearest empty bucket behind the stand - thank goodness there was one - he retches rather pitifully for a few seconds. The last thing he remembers was sitting in the Lancelot and charging into the United Federations meeting and then. This. Between his gasps and short heaves there are the words:]

...His majesty - no one - protecting - Auurrgh.

[garudyneinstyle]

She's just wandering at this point. Might as well learn the layout of the city, after all, if she's going to be stuck here--and then she sees him. She's reminded of herself, from not long ago; he must have been a newcomer too.

Whoa. A-are you okay?

[cardinalist]

He glances up at the voice and tries to make himself seem more presentable immediately. It helped that he was still wearing his Rounds uniform. He likes to think it at the very least makes him appear more of a gentleman.

I think so. It all happened a bit...fast. He offers her a slightly reassuring, somewhat charming smile.

oh shi-- I just realized she'd be an eleven in CG!world :o

[garudyneinstyle]

Yeah, don't worry. I know how you feel.

She sighs a bit, trying her best to smile back at least a little.

I got here not too long ago myself. No one seems to know a whole lot about this place. They tell me it's called Vatheon, though.

She looks at him, a bit hopeful.

I don't suppose you've heard of it, wherever you're from?

You took the words right out of his mouth omg

[cardinalist]

[He shakes his head feeling somewhat guilty for not being much aid]

Sorry...I haven't heard of it. It's not too unbelievable though. [He thinks of Geass and empires and earth eating bombs. His jaw sets momentarily. Naturally he tries to change the topic to something lighter]

I suppose you were dragged here too, recently? Where did you originally come from, miss? You look like an eleven. [He actually looks a little hopeful but doesn't seem to realize that term may not be multi-dimensionally recognized until too late]

[wayward_faith]

[Hey, Suzaku. Look at yourself, then to a dog owner just across the plaza. Look at yourself, then back to the dog owner. One of them is dry, however you can be just as dry when-

...The young golden lab rushes over, carrying a towel and half-dragging its master with him.] K-Kouki-! Oh, hey there. ...Whoa, you alright?

[The canine drops the towel at the newcomers' feet, barking in a welcome. Hi there, strange guy with tall legs!]

[cardinalist]

[He pulls his hands away quickly, so used to his fingers being abused as chew toys for cats and other pets. But this dog looks friendly enough so he manages a laugh and reaches forward for the towel]

Hey there, thank you little guy. [He glances up at the boy who follows] I'm fine, really. Just a little nauseous. I was piloting before this. The sudden change in pressure probably got to me, that's all.

[He scratches the dog behind it's ears] I guess it's not just people who get pulled down here, huh?

[fortune_wheel]

[Another newcomer. The uniform catches Naoto's eye from a distance and she approaches, hands tucked in her pockets and back straight.]

Welcome to Vatheon. Are you well?

[cardinalist]

[ooc: fkljlwkhrlj personapersonapersonanaotoyessss]

Not entirely, haha....[He shakes his head a little and for a brief moment, looks like he might be sick again but recovers, thankfully]

I didn't exactly count on coming somewhere like this (storming into parliamentary court did not usually entail a deep sea dive afterwards). I feel a little overdressed at the moment.

[fortune_wheel]

[ooc: hiiii Suzaku. I should really watch your canon at some point.]

[She's examining his rather...elaborate uniform with an arched eyebrow, preoccupied with the detail work that she's forgotten that he's answered her question already.]

I can assure you that nobody here arrived came of their own free will or at the most convenient time.

Are you interested in a towel or something of the sort to dry off?

[cardinalist]

[OOC: Yesssss come to the fandommmmm. It has a ridiculous amount of pizza. And psychotic breakdowns. And questionable propaganda against the United States Government.]

Do you have one on hand? [He looks so hopeful. The salt from the water was making his eyes sting like he had been spending an inordinate amount of time pressing them against the rungs of a George Foreman grill]

[xlillackeykitty]

[ Uh oh. Salt water. This new dude wasn't looking too good. He's already mentally flipping through his mental traveler's guide if giving someone about to throw up water was a good idea.

While he makes up his mind, have a towel handed to you. ]

Hey. Everything ok there? You're... not looking so hot.

[cardinalist]

[He tugs his wet bangs out of his eyes to see but takes the towel almost tentatively as if expecting it to explode.]

Not really [He winces] But I've fallen harder than that before so I'm sure it's just a minor...concussion. [He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling dizzy still]

Thank you for the towel....[He arches an eyebrow delicately, waiting for a name]

[xlillackeykitty]

It's Luka. And you are...?

[ still scrutinizing the dude, trying to make head or tail of him. Seemed pretty normal. ]

I don't suppose you probably know where you are.

[cardinalist]

Luka. Thank you. You can call me Suzaku.

[A little weirded out by the guy staring and he frowns a little. He's been quite a long time used to the treatment due to him as a Lord of the empire but he quells it best he can. He knows for sure he's not in Britannia or Area 11 anymore at least.]

Underwater is my best guess. Are you a resident...here?