01 x the first dance

[kruehe]

Characters: kruehe and vatheon~
Location: The Plaza works, I think?
Time: Daytime.
Style: I'll try to follow you. Starting in this weird mix of prose and action. :|
Status: Open.

The first thing Rue notices upon waking up is that her head hurts. More so than usual, even. This kind of thing had been happening lately, the blackouts, the memory loss, but-no, no this

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[ninjaservant]

[voice is coming from somewhere above her.]

Before that, you should probably get yourself dried. It would be a shame if you caught a cold, miss.

[kruehe]

...!

Startled, she jumps a little, her heart skipping a beat. She looks up, trying to find whoever it may be. She does not recognize the voice.

W-who is that? Who's there?

[ninjaservant]

[he gives a wave from the top of the awning he was using as something of a hammock (and observation point). he was lying on his front, just part of his upper body hanging over the edge.]

Sorry, did I startle you?

[kruehe]

M-maybe.

As if she would ever admit that! She looks up at him; he seems pretty comfortable, she's gotta admit, although she wonders what he's doing up there. Is scaring people a habit of his?

...and you are...?

[ninjaservant]

[only when they are interesting! but he hops down from his perch, swinging his legs over the awning to land neatly on the ground. nevermind the height distance.]

Obi at your service.

[kruehe]

She watches as he jumps down, seemingly with little effort. He's much taller than her, though she still seems slightly impressed. She blinks, staring as he introduces himself.

Obi... She repeats his name, and reluctantly extends a hand. The name's Rue.

You wouldn't happen to know why I'm here, would you?

[ninjaservant]

[blinks as she extends her hand before smiling and taking it, holding it out politely as he bows.] A pleasure, miss Rue.

[after releasing, he straightens and sighs.] But unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to tell you why you're here. None of us know really. I can tell you that we're in an underwater city called Vatheon, though.

[kruehe]

Vatheon? It doesn't sound familiar in the slightest.

She scratches her head, and is reminded that she's still soaking wet. She should probably do something about that soon, but she's too confused to care, really.

And likewise, you. I suppose you wouldn't be able to tell me how to get out of here, then.

She phrases it as a statement, not a question. She doubts he's even heard of Gold Crown Town, let alone know where it is. Gold Crown was small... there wasn't a face she didn't know, and there wasn't a person who didn't know hers.

[ninjaservant]

Unfortunately. However, there must be some way since people do come and go at random times.

But you really should get dried off and changed.

[kruehe]

Yes. Well.

She looks down at her clothes awkwardly, making a face as she pulls on her uniform's top. She sighs, as he only confirms what she already knew--she wasn't going back to Gold Crown any time soon.

I wasn't exactly prepared to go swimming, when I suddenly woke up here.

[ninjaservant]

Everyone finds themselves soaked upon arrival. There's a store nearby that might help give you a change of clothes. I can explain a few more things along the way if you'd like. [not like he had anything else better to do, and well. it would be against his code to leave her like that.]

[kruehe]

That might help...if I had the money to spend on such things.

She pats at her pockets, even though she knows they're empty. She never carries much with her when she goes to her dance classes with Mr. Cat.

...I wouldn't mind hearing the explanations, though.

[ninjaservant]

[and already walking.]

No need to worry about that. Everything is free here.

[kruehe]

Free?! She scurries, following him. But--really? Why?

...she gets the feeling she shouldn't be complaining but... damnit, it's suspicious. :|

[ninjaservant]

I'm not sure actually, but it certainly makes things simpler.

[kruehe]

...well, she can't exactly argue with that. With any luck, she won't be wearing the clothes for long anyway, so she continues to follow him to a nearby vendor, an assortment of clothes laid out in front of her to choose from.

She feels them with her hand and...well, they didn't feel right at all. They weren't her clothes, though she isn't exactly in a position to be picky, so she just... sort of grabs the first set of clothes she sees, that look like they might fit.

Well. I suppose these are as good as any, for now. And I guess I should thank you, too...

He must have had better things to do than help her, right? It's only polite...