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Post by PFA on Jan 14, 2009 11:55:00 GMT -5
Owen lead Larissa to somewhere a bit safer (hopefully) and started tearing strips from his shirt. Larissa wasn't entirely sure what the man was going to do, but she decided to just hope he knew what he was doing and try to relax a little.
"Alright!" came another man's voice. "Does anyone belong here? Where is here and how did we get here?"
"Well, this isn't Nikoho for sure," Larissa said in response, a bit of exhaustion making it into her tone--it was getting to be a long day. "And I don't know what this place is, and I don't remember where I came in, either. I was trying to find it, but..."
Larissa started looking around at all the people who had apparently ended up here, none of them sure how they got here or how to get back home. There were certainly a lot more people than she was initially expecting... which could either be a good thing or a bad thing.
"I told Rank earlier that we could try and help each other find the way back to our homes... and that's what we were doing before we came across you guys." She absently eyed Owen as he prepared to do whatever medical procedure he was about to do. She hoped this wouldn't be painful. "And I'd hope the rest of us would be willing to do the same... there are a lot of us now, though..."
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Rank noticed another person coming down the stairs, being careful not to break any on the way down. Rank moved away from the stairs, being sure there was room enough for this other young man to get by.
Apparently he had been acquainted with Austria, Hungary and Italy, as well as the other man who had entered the building--apparently named Germany. Rank glanced at the one who came down the stairs--Prussia, judging by Germany's response--then over at Austria and the others.
"So I guess you've all met before?" he asked absently. "How interesting that so many people you know are showing up, while some of us others have yet to see anyone we know..." Rank noted inwardly that he himself had yet to see another Yosei, or anyone else from the Isle really. But why not? Why just him, and not someone else?
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Post by Salah~ on Jan 14, 2009 12:57:26 GMT -5
Zelos shrugged. "I've never met anyone here either. Is anyone from Tethe'alla... or Sylvarant?" Realizing he was still holding his sword out, he sheathed it with a bit of a flourish.
Indeed, he didn't see anyone he recognized. How had he gotten here? Cracks about having too much to drink aside, the last thing he remembered was fighting for his life, feeling a sword slice painfully through his skin... and then he'd blacked out for a moment and found himself in an alleyway. What was going on?
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 14, 2009 15:47:42 GMT -5
((Salamander - What's Curly doing in response to T-113 trying to get away? She can still chase after him.))
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Post by Salah~ on Jan 14, 2009 17:00:49 GMT -5
(( Aaah, sorry! ))
Curly watched as the figure ran off. If it was going to run away, she wouldn't bother chasing it; however, it seemed that it planned on simply lurking in the shadows, and so she followed it.
Spotting her target, she surrounded herself with a thin force field and fired several shots off at it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2009 17:00:49 GMT -5
"I told Rank earlier that we could try and help each other find the way back to our homes... and that's what we were doing before we came across you guys. And I'd hope the rest of us would be willing to do the same... there are a lot of us now, though..."
Owen tied the first strip tightly around Larissa's shoulder, as far to the left of the wound as he could and then tied the second around her forearm.
"I came here from Cardiff. Its a city on Earth. I can't say I've ever heard of your home though." He reached over and picked up what appeared to be a splintered stick. He did his best to clean it, talking all the while as he did so and trying to keep Larissa calm and awake. He gently inserted the rod into the wound on her shoulder and probed for the bullet, speaking calmly of his classified work with Torchwood and how they had been pulled here.
After only a few seconds, he felt something hard. He twisted the rod slightly and withdrew it. Clasped in the splintered end of it was a tiny bullet covered in blood.
"Sorry," he told her and then began to clean and bandage her shoulder properly.
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Post by Elcie on Jan 14, 2009 17:07:33 GMT -5
Italy greeted Germany's older brother with the same enthusiasm that he had greeted everyone else. His companions, however, did not share his excitement. Austria limited himself to a chilly nod, murmuring, "Prussia." The two were rarely on good terms, but Austria figured that they should at least be civil to each other, seeing as they were in the same situation. Hungary, on the other hand, didn't even speak, merely glaring at him.
"So I guess you've all met before?"
Austria frowned. "Yes, it is rather odd. Some of those people outside seem to have met before, but aside from that everyone here seems disconnected. I'm not even sure..." He hesitated, glancing at the others and knowing this would sound rather fantastic. "I don't think," he said slowly, "that we are even from the same world."
Hungary nodded. It was weird, but it made sense. "True. We've introduced ourselves using our true names here, for one thing, and only one person has remarked on them. And even that doesn't mean they're from our world, because neither of us has ever seen anyone like them." They weren't the only ones. There was Rank's hair and pointed ears, the odd and - dare she say - magical ways of fighting she'd seen... the bizarre cyborgs like the one Austria had looted.
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Post by Salah~ on Jan 14, 2009 17:12:52 GMT -5
Zelos frowned. "Never heard of Tethe'alla or Sylvarant?" He thought for a moment. "Or Derris-Kharlan?" Seeing no response, he bit his lip slightly in thought. "That's weird. You'd think you'd have to come from one of those. Are you sure you're not calling it by a different name or something?"
He unsheathed his sword once more, fiddling with the edge; he'd been doing that a lot lately, and it was obvious whether he showed it or not that this situation made Zelos nervous. His frown deepened slightly as he thought back, trying to remember exactly what had happened... "I was just fighting-- uh, I was in a fight..." he hastily corrected himself for some reason, slight guilt showing through his features. "Man, I really thought I was going to die back there..." And I almost wish I had, he thought to himself. Really, the world and his sister would have been better off without him.
Zelos shook his head slightly to clear his thought, returning to the problem at hand. "I think I got hit; it felt really serious, but for some reason I'm fine now." He stared at his hands. "Whatever did this to me, seems like it got me at the perfect time."
(( Aaah I fail at Zelos angst =| ))
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Post by Elcie on Jan 14, 2009 17:17:55 GMT -5
"Are you sure you're not calling it by a different name or something?"
Austria's brow furrowed. "Are these... are these nations you are referring to, then? How very interesting... then it makes even more sense if we are in another world entirely."
"You have to understand," Hungary broke in, "the fact that you haven't heard of... of Austria, or Italy or Germany is just as odd to us as the fact that we've never heard of your homeland. It's difficult to explain and not something we really talk about with humans in our own world, but... we are Nations."
"Whatever did this to me, seems like it got me at the perfect time."
"Well, I was hanging out with Germany-san and we got separated and sent here, but apparently we both ended up in the same place after all," Italy said, grinning at his friend.
"And we were asleep," Austria said, nodding to Hungary. "We were separated at first, as well. When I woke up, I would have thought I was dreaming if it hadn't been so real."
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 14, 2009 17:18:39 GMT -5
((That's okay; don't worry about it.))
T-113 didn't have a chance. The first two shots were enough to finish it off, and it slumped over.
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Post by Arista on Jan 14, 2009 18:15:55 GMT -5
"Like Italy said, I was with him when i suddenly came here." Germany said.
Prussia shrugged. "I was alone, taking a trip around my country when I suddenly came here. I have no idea what happened...."
Ludwig looked around at all the new faces that he had seen today. "I guess none of us have an understanding of what happened. Anyway, has anyone encountered anyone from this place? I have only seen abandoned buildings."
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Post by PFA on Jan 14, 2009 22:55:54 GMT -5
"It's kind of a small town anyway," Larissa told Owen, eyeing the stick he had picked up and was now cleaning. She was slightly wary of what exactly he was planning on doing with that thing. "So I doubt it's really widely known..."
Larissa winced in pain as Owen fished around for the bullet, but she felt a lot better once he managed to get it out. She stared at the projectile in confusion once it had been taken out. What was that thing, and what was it doing inside her?
"Sorry," Owen said as he began to bandage Larissa's shoulder.
"It's alright," Larissa replied. "I'm just glad you got that thing out of me." Pausing briefly, she added, "Do you think any more attackers will come after us?"
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Other worlds, as odd as it sounded, actually sounded quite possible to Rank... considering all the blunt-eared people he'd seen here, and how startled they all were at his hair color (since brightly-colored hair is actually rather common for Yosei). In fact, he wasn't sure the people he had met here were even considered the same species as him.
And his suspicions were confirmed the moment that Hungary mentioned the Humans from her world. And that they were, apparently, Nations. Which puzzled him, since he had known of the word 'Nation' being used in reference to land masses. Was it considered a species to them? But then, they seemed to have used it in reference to both...
Setting this thought aside for now, Rank added to the discussion with, "I don't even remember what I was doing before I got here... I just remember suddenly being here." He shrugged absently. To Germany, he added, "Unless those attackers or those creatures are from here, then I wouldn't believe I have. I'm not even sure anyone actually lives here."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2009 0:17:55 GMT -5
"It's alright," Larissa replied. "I'm just glad you got that thing out of me." Pausing briefly, she added, "Do you think any more attackers will come after us?"
Owen placed the bullet down on the ground, surprised at her reaction to it. He had been shot before and hadn't coped nearly as well as Larissa was now and yet she appeared literally not to know what had hit her.
"Yes," he replied bluntly, "I'm not sure about cyborgs or dogs but we're all here for some reason but don't worry too much. Just sit and rest for now. I can't stitch your wound so there might be some infection so I'll have to check it regularly. Do you know what a bullet is?"
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"We're from earth," said Tosh who had been listening to the conversation at large. "Cardiff," Ianto added, proud of his Welsh blood. "We were sort of pulled here. Everything went white and the Weevil," Gwen paused, Torchwood was a secret operations organisation and she had just broken classification. She looked at Jack.
"I don't think it matters here," he said to her, "But they don't need to know what Weevils are." Jack in turn glanced at the Doctor who had remained unusually quiet and unassertive.
"Oh, I was just passing though. Well, skipping. Well, the TARDIS dropped out of the Time Vortex into this place but according to the Matrix, this place doesn't actually exist." He thought about it for a time while the others continued to talk around him. Something was nagging at him and he couldn't quite think what it was. Time Lords rarely have nagging feelings.
Jack swept his eyes over the group. "Where's Owen?" Owen, in answer to his question, called from inside the building which prompted something in Jack's mind. "We should probably go inside, its exposed out here. Also, what is everyone's names?"
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Post by Omni on Jan 15, 2009 0:34:52 GMT -5
"Maybe this could work but in case it doesn't, I think we should all have our weapons ready,"
Cinnamon looked over. "Yeah, but I hope we don't have to use them."
"Cyborgs generally have programming that compels them to answer any question put to them. This one might be the same?"
At this comment, she snapped her head around. "You mean… they can't choose not too? That's… horrible!" She paused. "But… if it helps us find out where we are…" A sigh. "Well, here goes…"
She held her hands over the cyborg and began streaming energy into him. She would do this a little at a time, just to be sure she didn't heal more than she wanted.
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 15, 2009 1:02:44 GMT -5
Current status: standby mode. Cause: severe damage. Awaiting repair.
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Central spinal augmentations coming back online. Neural networks 50% operational. Visual sensors reactivating. Audio sensors reactivating.
M-286 looked down into the darkness. It had been repaired before, but the previous times had been in a conversion chamber. This didn't seem like a chamber. It felt more like pavement.
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Post by Elcie on Jan 15, 2009 8:42:22 GMT -5
((Er, my group - Austria, Italy, and Hungary, as well as Arista's characters and Rank and Zelos - are all inside already, so you guys wouldn't be able to hear their conversation.))
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