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[donotcomprehend]

Who: Gale and Open!
Location: Starting in the Plaza.
Time: During the day, Saturday.
Style: prose or action tags! Anything is good.
Status: Unfinished.

[So, about two months ago, two men showed up in the plaza with unusually colored hair and eyes, and grey armor with streaks of orange on it. They were wary and suspicious of their surroundings, and the people in the square. Now, it seems that the phenomenon has repeated with the most recent batch of arrivals, though there's only one man, not two. He has green eyes, and hair that's hidden under an orange-striped hood. He doesn't seem to have noticed that he's completely soaked, either. At first, he examines the coral, but his attention is quickly turned to the other people in the square, who he examines with wary curiosity. He stands still, one hand on his hip. 

Eventually, whether the people around him like it or not, he'll be approaching. He has to learn about this new place, after all, and just standing around and watching won't tell him anything.]

Comments

[messianic]

[Well!

That's okay, this is a protag approaching Gale first.

With a towel and a cute little basket with a sandwich and a brochure in it.]

Excuse me. Here's a towel to dry off with.

[donotcomprehend]

[But this isn't his protag ; ;

The moment someone approaches him, Gale shifts stance slightly, focusing on him, and shifting his balance ever so slightly, just in case he needs to fight.

He isn't taking that towel yet. Nothing wrong with being wet, when he has questions to ask.]

What is this place?

[messianic]

[Alas, he is not. But your protag will cooooome.

...Well okay. He'll just hold it there for a moment, blinking.]

Ah, this is Vatheon. It's a bit like another world, if that makes sense.

[donotcomprehend]

[Yeah, still ignoring it. Being wet is natural. And he isn't going to trust a stranger that easily, honor or not. He does, however, shift his stance. Minato might not recognize it, but he's not as wary or threatened as before.]

Ah. Yes. I understand. This would not be the Junkyard.

[messianic]

[...Junkyard. He has heard that term before, but where--

...oh.]

Wait-- Are you from the same world as Serph-san?

[donotcomprehend]

Serph is my leader. He is here?

[Gale's gaze is currently focused very intently on Minato. In a strange place like this, finding the rest of his tribe is the most important thing.]

[messianic]

[That fails to surprise, somehow. Serph does give off that sort of air...]

Yes, he is. I'm sure he'll find you soon--or if not, you could use your SFC.

[He reaches into his pocket to pull out his own starfish, holding it up.]

[donotcomprehend]

If he does not, I will find him.

How did we come to be here?

[messianic]

[Ah, that's a hard one.]

I'm not sure. Somehow, we seem to be brought here.

It's hard to say who will be brought next, too.

[lightning_tied]

[Fox no longer haunts the plaza, hoping for the arrival of people from his own dimension, but he still spends a good deal of time in it. As the largest intersection of people, it's not usually hard to find something worth doing there.

He stands apart from the more crowded areas and paths, watching with a look of mild boredom.]

[donotcomprehend]

[Mild boredom? Well, it's better than hostility, and that's enough reason for Gale to approach this... strange creature? Person? It looks almost like a strange Atma form, but it isn't attacking or in battle. Hopefully Fox doesn't mind.]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox notices that he is being observed. Newcomer? Or just one of these humans who had never seen someone like him before. It was hard to tell.]

"Oh. Hi there."

[donotcomprehend]

[Both, really. But he's relatively calm about it.]

...Hello. [Well, he's not being attacked. If this is an Atma, it is a very strange one.]

What is your tribe?

[lightning_tied]

[He shouldn't be surprised. Chatting with newcomers was always...interesting.]

Tribe?

[donotcomprehend]

You wear the colors of several. Are you not affiliated with them?

[Hmm. Perhaps it makes sense, if there are no tribes, considering it would be rather difficult for them to coexist easily, with the number of different colors he sees the people in the plaza wearing.]

[lightning_tied]

[Fox decided that the best way to answer his questions was with another question.]

Do you know where you are?

[donotcomprehend]

I know I am not in the Junkyard.

[In other words, no.]

[bufudine]

[Serph had taken to waiting in the Plaza when the month draws closer to its end. But it seems some newcomers have also been arriving on the island, which is a little troublesome in trying to keep an eye out for his Tribe.

However, it seems he's lucky today.

Serph steps forward and approaches, giving his strategist a nod in greeting.]

Gale. It's good to see you.

[He means it. He hadn't been sure if the others had survived. It's good to have his hopes realised.]

[donotcomprehend]

[The moment he sees Serph, he's heading over to his leader. It's an immediate relief, to know that others are here- particularly Serph, who had been so far away from them as the tower started crumbling.]

Serph. Is this Nirvana?

[bufudine]

[He shakes his head. Vatheon is so similar to Nirvana, but the hunger of his Atma quickly discredits it. How can a place be Nirvana, while they still hunger for flesh?

There's much to explain to Gale. However, judging by the fact Gale isn't as drenched as he had been when he first arrived, Gale has been here for a while now. Perhaps he's already met others, like he and Cielo had. Best to have an idea of what Gale already knows.]

Have you been informed of this place?

[Received a brochure from certain other welcoming protags?]

[donotcomprehend]

[Why yes he has! In fact, it was the thing he was given that he paid the most attention to. All the more important that he gets a confirmation of the info from Serph.

He nods. He'd had no idea what to expect of Nirvana, but feeling Vayu's presence had made him doubt the possibility. The nod is also a confirmation of Serph's question.]

What of our comrades? And Angel?

[bufudine]

Cielo is here. Angel is not. I will inform Cielo of your arrival.

[No sign of anyone else from the Junkyard. A pause.]

It's best if we speak elsewhere.

[Like their current base. There's quite a few things that he's sure Gale would like to know. The beach, as nice as it is, can wait.]

[donotcomprehend]

I assume he will be joining us. [No comments on the lack of Angel, or any other tribe members. Information gathering comes first, weird feelings about a person he knows but had never met before second.]

Is there a more secure location for it?

[bufudine]

[Serph nods.]

We have a base.

[And with that, he turns and leads the way towards Vatheon's Forest Quadrant and their base. As he does so, he fishes his Decarabia SFC out of his pockets and leaves a message for Cielo. Texting on a starfish, yep.]

[donotcomprehend]

[Gale follows Serph to the base, keeping an eye on everything around them, and the path leading from the plaza to the Embryon's territory. He relaxes slightly when he sees the orange flag, but he's frowning some. It hasn't been made as defensible as it could be. looks like Serph and Cielo have spent too much time gardening.]