[ THE CALL ]

[verty_events]

The inhabitants of the Temple were all assembled in the Dining Hall. It was a large room with high ceilings, warmed by the fire in the fireplace opposite the main entrance and several smaller braziers scattered between the tables. The three large tables, normally set side by side, had been pushed against the walls to clear a space at the center of

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[forestcalf]

Fillin, unlike the others, had not been standing in one place. He had been moving from table to table and decoration to decoration, ensuring that every little detail was in place. This mean, unfortunately for him, that he was very far away from Loe or Raina's protective custody when the Called--er, monsters? Oh no.--appeared in the hall.

And then Loe fired his rifle, and Raina threw a chair, which meant that naturally Fillin needed to do something, too. Sadly, he had neither rifle, nor chair, so he instead opted to play to his strengths and use whatever else he had.

He lifted a tray and...offered it to the Called around him. "Hors d'oeuvres?"

[OOC: All comers may interact with Fillin! Have at him!]

[gunsandhonor]

No time to scream, they just have to run. The horde isn't far behind them. They wouldn't be. He can't move fast enough to get away from them. He shoves the other man ahead of him, as he sees a bright mote of fire drop from Leigh's hand...

And the world goes red and hot. Something hits him from behind like a sledgehammer, and he's thrown forward in a roll and a rush of smoke. He doesn't stop rolling until the ground beneath him... changes. He feels smooth tile on exposed skin, instead of rough, damp asphalt. Slowly, Gavin uncurls, his breath harsh, rough in his throat.

Where...?

He can only gape at the proffered tray, at the man holding it, while his lungs cough and hack, trying to get the smoke out of them. "... What...? What the..."

[forestcalf]

Fillin smiled quite widely at the newcomer, perfectly happy to be interacting with the Called, now that it appeared that Eir had things well in hand.

"They're sandwiches. Made with cucumber. Do try one." He appeared unfazed by Gavin's appearance, as though a man suddenly rolling into existence was nothing new. "You sound like you could use a drink."

A quick gesture later and the same servant girl who had screamed earlier trotted to Fillin's side, a goblet of water in her hands. Fillin took it and waved her away, offering the goblet to Gavin.

[gunsandhonor]

He could only stare. What else was he supposed to say to that? What the hell was going on?

"What...?"

The words didn't seem to process. Or even really register. He moved mechanically to take the water, trying to lever himself up off the ground in the process.

[forestcalf]

"There. Drink some of that. Are you alright?"

Oops, looks like Eir Called this one while he was in the middle of something.

[gunsandhonor]

He did as he was told, still moving jerkily. The adrenaline that had flooded his veins only minutes before was slow to fade. The water, admittedly, helped somewhat. If only to get the collected gunk out of his throat.

"I... no," he rasped out. "No. Leigh -- Where is he? I--he's Chinese. Tall. I need to find him..."

[forestcalf]

"Leigh?" Hm. Well, that certainly doesn't ring any bells, but to be fair, he hasn't really been introduced to any of this new batch of Called yet. "I'm sorry, I don't know the name. If he's meant to be here, he'll turn up."

[gunsandhonor]

"Here? Where is... here?"

He had to focus on the water. Drink it. And then figure things out. And then find Leigh. He had to. The other man had to be here... somewhere.

[shineonwater]

It's by far one of her worst landings. Aqua is yanked from the lanes between and in an instant, both glider and armour are gone. She's in a strange hall, exquisitely decorated but in total disarray.

Has she crashed a party, or a fight?

A shot rings out. A monster is bleeding. Without thought, Aqua calls her blade.

It doesn't appear.

She tries again; nothing.

And then someone offers her hors d'oeuvres.

"No, thankyou," where is her keyblade? What world is this? Has he seen Terra or Ven; all are questions that, at this moment, Aqua cannot ask him. Over his shoulder, she's spied a ten foot metal monstrosity and the first question that comes to mind tumbles out of her mouth, "What is this place?"

[forestcalf]

Fillin shrugs, unbothered by her refusal. What a polite young lady. He answers her question easily. "A banquet hall. Well. A dining hall, really, we've only moved the tables to make it a banquet hall. Dinner is at seven, every evening, unless, of course, you meant your question in a more general sense, in which case, welcome to Vertiline."

[shineonwater]

She gives him a confused look, "Thankyou." dinner? She won't be staying for dinner. And if he is welcoming her, does that mean he knows she's not from here?

She doesn't dare ask. People are still shouting and facing off around the room and Aqua teeters for a moment unable to decide what to do.

"Shouldn't we help them?" Of course she should. But without her keyblade... She looks back at Fillin "I had a sword with me - it looked sort of like a key - but I can't summon it here."

It's only then that the full impact of what is going on strikes her: If she cannot summer her keyblade, she cannot summon her glider; if she cannot summon her glider, then she cannot leave.

"Why can't I summon it here?"

[forestcalf]

"You're welcome." He helps himself to a mini quiche. Mmm. Bacon.

He shakes his head calmly. "They're alright, no need to worry. As for your sword, I'm afraid it appears to be missing!" The logical answer, dear girl. "But don't worry about that, either. We'll find you a new one."

[shineonwater]

"You don't need to. I'm afraid I won't be staying," she sounds so slightly more terse, and her tone is matched by her expression. This is not right. Whoever all these people are, they are not unversed. And if they are really alright, then it's nothing to do with her. She has to leave, "I need my keyblade."

[forestcalf]

The smile remains plastered on his face. "I haven't heard of a keyblade before, I'm afraid, but I'm sure our blacksmith can manufacture something that will suit you."

Helpful, isn't he?

[shineonwater]

She's sure he's trying to be helpful. Well, she's pretty sure. She hope's he's trying to be helpful but is beginning to doubt whether or not he is.

In any case, if he doesn't know what a keyblade is, he's not going to be able to tell her if he's seen one. She'll just have to find it herself. She can look for Terra again while she's at it.

"Okay. One more thing? Could you tell me the way to the exit?"