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| (2012-09-21 - 2012-09-21) |
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| Riku | Riku looks at the pendant in his hand. Two black feathers lay across his palm. The black leather binding bits of silver and shiny stone along with the feathers is twisted to form an elongated X. Leaning up against a tree, Riku slowly closes his palm, crushing the pendant as he rests that hand on his chest, looking up through the canopy of leaves at the stars overhead. "Where are you?" The young teenager snorts, hand spasming on the pendant. Enough of this. He had to keep moving. Riku starts to get to his feet, brushing himself off and brushing the thoughts away. He just.. needed to sit down for a moment. He'd been tired, that's all. |
| Merilan Yursalin | Manhattan! Goodness gracious, what a culture shock for someone from the equivalent of the Fantasy Middle Ages, albeit with a healthy dollop of magic and flying fantastica. And dirty deals with force ghosts to screw your entire race out of their very souls. This time, Merilan is flying with two wingmen - Traya, who's trying very hard and failing to not disappear under a 'YANKEES #1' rubber glove, and Lemy, brown-haired and tiny-winged and -definitely- failing to not disappear under a giant 'I <3 NY' shirt, roughly twice her size. "Mumu?" Merilan descends on down, tilting her head. Several black feathers molt away from her wings. "Hey! Riku!" |
| Riku | Riku blinks several times, quickly swiping a hand across his face and hair as he turns towards the source of the voice. When he realizes who they are, and more to the point, the 'wingmen' that follow here, he lets out a brief, startled laugh of amazement. The espers look so ridiculous that it cuts through the angst with the precision of a laser cutter. "Merilan." he chokes out after a moment of getting himself under control again. He slings the strap around his neck, stuffing it casually back underneath his shirt. "The winds of adventure blow you into a gift shop?" |
| Merilan Yursalin | Merilan's arms are folded, baggy black and red detached sleeves frumphing to either side of her; she definitely looks, at best, like a tourist in New York (which isn't inaccurate), and at worst, a cosplayer (which isn't inaccurate). Slightly behind her, Traya is basically a giant finger-pointin' glove with a pair of tiny feet as she whomphs into a nearby tree. "Ah, it's my first time here, actually! This is an amazing place. It's so different!" Merilan remarks with exuberant cheer. |
| Riku | "It's certainly that. Just be careful. It's also dangerous out here at night." Riku rubs his head sheepishly. "Although that's probably just me jumping at shadows." his eyes crinkle slightly as he replays what he just said, snorting softly in amusement. "So what brought you out here? Chasing a story?" |
| Merilan Yursalin | "That's me," Merilan chuckles richly, nodding her head. "Just half an hour here and I can already write about our experiences nearly getting killed by a giant yellow metal bull they call a taxi!" She looks back towards him, tilting her head the other way. "What about you...? Are you still looking for your friends?" |
| Riku | Riku nods. "Oh yeah. Taxis. I know about them but still almost got run down." he starts to pace, swinging his arms back and forth. "For all I know, Sora's been spread across a streetcorner like so much jam." he chuckles. "I doubt it though. They're out here somewhere." he gestures to the sky, looking rather chagrined. " I never thought it would end up.." He shakes his head. "Nevermind. You want to grab something to eat? That's another thing this place is good for. The food's actually not too bad." |
| Merilan Yursalin | "Aww, don't think like that," Merilan beams, thinking for a moment. Ah, the missing friends... "The way you talk about them, they sound like great people, you know?" Lemy triumphantly bursts through the neckhole of the NY shirt with a :D! note of excitement... one that is soon dashed expertly when the rest of the shirt falls on through and she's sent scrambling to snatch it before it falls to the ground. "Ah, hm..." Merilan thinks on that, before nodding. "It's usually tough to find suitable food, with so many different cultures, so I usually prepare it myself. But I'd certainly be happy to take a look!" |
| Riku | Riku raises an eyebrow, watching Lemy with a look of chagrin. "You know, I never asked. Wha--who exactly are your friends there?" |
| Merilan Yursalin | Merilan perks on up as she wags her hands, and both Traya and Lemy come, obediently, to hover around her. They curtsie, and twirl, and then wave with their tiny fingerless hands. "Ah, these are my Yarhi -- ah... Espers, as I've heard other magicians call them? Where I come from, they are guardian spirits." The winged aegyl starts hovering after Riku as they head off towards a food joint. "The green-haired one is Traya... I named her after Traverse! And this one is Lemy, after Lemures..." |
| Riku | Riku takes out the journal from his pocket, pausing by a streetlight briefly to jot down some notes. "Well, on my world there wasn't very much magic. That everyone seems to take it for granted is.. interesting." he digs out another snack cracker after he puts the book away, this time breaking it in half. He offers one half to Traya, poking twice at the 1# glove and then offering the other half to Lemy. "There's so much to learn." |
| Merilan Yursalin | The #1 glove seemingly can smell the delectable scent of snack cracker. More wiggling later, and suddenly Traya is a Yarhi in a Glove as her head pokes out and she just about glomps onto the cracker for life. As Lemy moves to do the same, Merilan lets out a little 'hmm' at that, and says, "Ah... well, I don't know anything about tech...tech... technology... I think? Either," Merilan laughs embarrassedly. "Everything in this place is like a mystery to me!" She tilts her head Riku's way, as she looks to his journal-writing. She draws her own notebook as well. "What's your world like, Riku?" |
| Riku | @emit Riku pauses for a little longer than he wanted to, then starts flipping pages back towards the beginning. He holds the journal a little closer, frowning slightly at Merilan, then he turns the journal sideways, where a roughly colored but competant sketch has been made of an ocean receding out into the horizon. A strip of beach winds around the bottom margin of the picture, footprints in the sand left off the right side of the paper. There is a little wooden dock, and to the far left side, a small island connected by a rickety thin sketching of a bridge. "That's a little island near where I grew up. It's a small place. It's all a small place. The whole island is pretty much like this. There's some trees to the left, and it's.. it was nice.." his voice takes on an abstracted note during the description. |
| Merilan Yursalin | "Mumu..." Merilan remarks as she regards the picture appreciatively. Traya and Lemy are just about teary-eyed (and beady-eyed) as they put their arms to their giant heads, shaking left and right. "It sounds like a very beautiful place! And, you know, just for you, I refuse to believe it's just gone like that!" The girl adjusts her headscarf a little to tighten it. "What was growing up like... ah, I can just imagine it - a little island, your best friends, the sun, the sea... yeah?" |
| Riku | "Yeah.." Riku snaps the book shut. He looks down at it for a moment before putting it away. "What was it like where you lived? You said you didn't grow up with technology. So, you had no machines at all?" |
| Merilan Yursalin | "No... not even close," Merilan remarks, looking up to the skies for a moment. "It was... ah, er..." She pauses for a moment, as her head just about spins at the memories, to Traya's consternation as she latches on curiously at her pause. "It was ... islands, but high up in the skies. Not a wink or trace of seas... I think." There's a somewhat self-effacing frown from Merilan. "Sorry. I've actually lost quite a bit of what I remember about home. But, it isn't surprising, is it?" |
| Riku | Riku shakes his head. "No. I suppose not." he pauses, then stops. "Hmm. There-- might be a problem. Most of this city is still.." he tries to think of a word. "sleeping, I think. I think they'll startle if they see you or your friends out right. Even the collison of gates in the park several nights ago is being written off as hysteria, I think. Do you want me to just go in and grab something?" |
| Merilan Yursalin | There's a little 'ah...' of understanding as Merilan looks at the diners ahead. "Ah, that's... that is true, isn't it. Mmm. Then, something with just vegetables, perhaps? Meat is always difficult elseworld, since I'm sure they don't observe Kashrut the way we do back home..." Technically, this is hilariously ironic given the one place that possibly could observe it is, in fact, Manhattan. But let's ignore that little detail, because this is Fantasy Birdpeople Kashrut, not our beloved Jewish Kashrut. |
| Riku | RIku inquires. "Kashrut?" with an interested glance in her direction, but then he stops himself. "Tell me in a minute. I'll be right back." he jogs ahead of Merilan, quickly slipping into a nearby diner with a faint tingling of bells. He returns after a somewhat brief wait with the aforementioned food, walking back towards where he left her without the hurry. |
| Merilan Yursalin | Kashrut or not, Merilan is nothing if not curious about, well, /anything/, treif or not. "Ah, thank you!" Merilan remarks, from where she's taken a seat on a fence with Traya and Lemy flanking her on her shoulders. She does peer quizzically at what kinds of wonders could possibly be had to eat in this kind of world, as she explains, "Kashrut just means a number of laws where I come from about how we prepare our food... some things are forbidden, others we have to prepare a certain way, you know? A bit of it is out of worship, and others out of just good cleanly practice." |
| Riku | "Well. what are the dictates on turnips?" he pulls a cup of golden brown pointed oblongs from the bag, spices wafting up from the wedges as he offers them in Merilan's direction inquisitively. "I won't eat in front of you if that's a thing also. My mom always told me not to eat in front of people if they didn't have anything." he hehs softly, brow furrowing as if he didn't exactly intend to say that. "I guess everybody has their rules." |
| Merilan Yursalin | There's a faint chuckle as Merilan looks towards the little bag of spiced turnips, and waves her hand gently. "Ah, that should be fine. Traya, please?" The little Esper floats on over gently, bows in polite manner, and takes the bag of wedges to bring back to the woman. "Thank you, Riku." Immediately, Lemy snatches a turnip wedge to start nomming on -- and goes 'eek!' with a DX face as she burns her tongue on the piping-hot, deep-fried goodness. "I've never seen anything cooked like this... have you?" |
| Riku | @emit Riku takes out the double cheeseburger that he got for himself, shifting from foot to foot as he looks for a good place to sit and not start fidgeting. "Not exactly. Kairi tried." he winces at the memory. "But with potatoes.. and it didn't end well. These ones are called Turnip fries." he eventually gives up on the sitting down preposition for a few minute,s leaning against the wall as he takes a bite from the cheeseburger. |
| Merilan Yursalin | "Fries..." Merilan remarks the word. Everything is truly still perplexingly new - exciting, wonderful, full of curious energy. Even something as simple as a turnip fry, which she nibbles on. She approves. Traya and Lemy have gotten to sharing a single fry, biting from each end -- and bumping their foreheads when they reach the middle, nyu! Somehow, band aids have appeared on their heads as they rub them. "I'll have to remember this and try them myself! Food's a wonderful way to get people together. I'll write about this too." |