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Who: Spirit Albarn and You
Where: The Plaza
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
Style Any style will do.
Status: Open

Spirit peers at the bizarre, starfish-like device and turns it over in his hands as he aimlessly wanders about the plaza, leaving a trail of wet footprints in his wake. Every so often, he looks up, glacing around at his current surroundings with wide, apprehensive eyes. He eventually fixes his gaze upwards, shivering and as he stares at the sky -or what looks like it might be a sky. It looks vaguely sky-like. It must be some kind of sky. What else could it be?

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[It was easy enough getting out of the apartment, it's not like she really has anything there in the first place and Rin was dead to the world (IE: sleeping). But still, the fact that her father was now present in Vatheon left her feeling apprehensive. He was a grown man, even if he didn't act like it half the time, and he had his own free will...so she couldn't look after him as much as she'd prefer to. What if he got into trouble, really big trouble while she was busy with other things? How would she explain to him the whole other life she's led in Vatheon?

At the moment he wouldn't be expecting any of those things, though. So she stops in his path, hands on her hips, and waits for him to realize she's there.]

[After a few moments of dazedly staring up at what may or may not be the sky, something in the back of his mind starts telling him that he is being watched. He blinks a few times in an effort to bring himself back to his senses before slowly looking down. His eyes widen in surprise as he finally catches sight of Maka.]

Maka! You're-- They sent you here too!

[He then practically launches himself forward, wrapping his arms around Maka and emitting a gutteral, relieved sob as he pulls her close. He stands there, just holding her for a while before pulling back to offer her a somewhat frenzied smile.]

It's going to be alright! We'll find a way out of here!

[A sigh from her, quiet and slightly exasperated. She doesn't bother pushing him away, even if he is getting her clothes wet, but him bringing up finding a way out of here, well...

It seemed like the unhappy news would have to come sooner rather than later.]

Yes, I'm here, too. But Papa...there's no way out of here.

[His smile falters as he takes a moment to contemplate Maka's remark. But it quickly reappears, seeming just a bit less frenzied this time.]

There must be a way out! We just need to figure out how we got here to find it. So as long as we don't--

[He cuts himself off, eyes widening in alarm.]

You haven't-- Have you eaten anything since you got here?

Edited 2012-08-07 02:19 (UTC)

[...Oh she thinks she knows where this is going.]

Papa, this isn't a fairy realm or anything of the sort. I've been here for a year, so, yes I have eaten. I would die if I didn't, after all.

And I've been sent back to our world twice, yet still brought back here. There's no way out unless the coral decides to send you home.

[Have a small child looking up at you with an irritated expression.]

You're going to get sick.

Hm?

[He looks down, blinking at the small irritated child before crouching down to his level and smiling amiably. ]

What makes you say that?

You're still wet. You should be drying off and looking for shelter.

But I only just...

[He trails off. Okay. The small child has a point. But he's going to shrug it off anyway. Smiling in what he hopes is a reassuring manner, in spite of the shivering.]

Don't worry about it. I'll be fine.

[And with that, he extends his hand.] What's your name?

[Conan is giving him a very skeptical look. At last he shrugs it off and takes the hand as he slides into his little kid act.]

Conan Edogawa. I'm a detective.

All that sky searching will prove interesting, since there's a dark silhouette of something with... huge horns and ... orange wings? What? The figure above doesn't seem to catch sight of anyone looking at him, or at least doesn't appear to notice any way. Summoner's definitely used to the look of a new arrival. Maybe he'll stop and chat and hell, even try to clear some things up.

Spirit cranes his neck, squinting up at the sillhouette making its way across the sky. What was that thing? It looked like it might be a bird. A very large bird. With horns. Maybe it's some sort of winged reptile. Or maybe the indigenous birds have horns here.

Well... Whatever it is, he's going to look up at it and tentatively wave as it passes by.

Edited 2012-08-04 20:55 (UTC)

The wild life is a little less threatening than that, thankfully. Unless you count the residents as wild life, then maybe... not. But the 'bird' seems to notice the wave and it helps him decide if he wants to land or not, which he does.

Summoner moves to swoop down a bit away and his wings sweep down, folding behind him and facing the man a little bit away. He raises a hand and waves to him, pocketing both when he starts to walk over.

"Hey! Look a little washed up?"

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