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tushanshu_ooc2015-07-19 06:51 pm
Zell Dincht | Final Fantasy VIII
[One minute, he's celebrating with his friends and comrades, basking in the glory of having saved the world. The next he knows, he's waking in the middle of a street, groggy and feeling like there's a little too much that isn't quite right, though he can't quite put his finger on what, yet.
It's taking all he has not to panic, especially once he starts to realise that there are more than just humans around here - and is that someone with blue and purple striped skin? Is that a tail he seeks poking beneath an otherwise normal-seeming woman's skirt?
Something's not right. Everything's not right, now he has time to think and time to realise why he hasn't felt quite right, to remember his time at D-District prison and recognise the limitations placed on him. And that has him all the more tense, even as he's struggling to keep hold of what composure he can find.
It's not long before he's walking the streets, looking for answers and expression somewhere between bewildered and a short push away from exploding. Inevitably, the calm doesn't last and when he notices someone staring at him a little too much - maybe it's the tattoo, or his demeanour overall, or simply the fact he's a new face around these parts - he can't help but snap.]
What do you want?
B; Big heart, big mouth, big trouble; fire sector
[Zell doesn't fit into this part of wherever it is he is now. He knows it, but now he's had time to settle down and gather his wits - and now that whatever had been sealing his junctions seems to have passed - his curiosity is getting the better of him and he's making a point of exploring. And with the constant stares and sneers aimed at him from the main streets, he decides a quieter route would be for the better.
And that's when he spots a young woman with scaled skin, dressed in tattered clothing and beseeching anyone who passes to spare some juulan. And for all he doesn't have much himself, Zell can't bring himself to pass her by without letting a coin or two drop into her cup.
Which is apparently the cue someone had been waiting for. Next thing he knows, there are three men (he thinks - hard to tell for sure while he's still getting a feel for the population) closing on him, declaring that if he has coin to spare then he must be good for more and they're more than happy to part him from it.
The sounds of the ensuing fight travel long beyond where it's actually happening, and certain flashes can be seen here and there as Zell figures there's no point in fighting fair when he's already outnumbered. Or perhaps it's afterwards that he's seen, staggering out looking a little banged up but triumphant none the less. And offering anyone who looks at him for long enough a high five even with knuckles grazed and swollen.]
Won't make that mistake again.
[Whether he means himself or those who'd attacked him, or both, probably needs a little more context than he's providing.]
C; Can't keep away from the machines; metal sector
[There's nothing he can afford here, yet, but there's no question to Zell's mind that he'll be spending a lot of time in this sector, now he's found it. The tinkerer in him can't help but be fascinated by what unfamiliar technology there is to be seen, but it's the motorcycles and other vehicles that have his attention above all.]
Man. How cool would it be to take a spin on that baby?
[His comment doesn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular and nor does he seem to expect a reply, though he certainly won't turn one down.
Elsewhere, he finds himself under much closer scrutiny after one too many instances of him picking something up and examining it with an eagerness that suggests he might crack it open right here to see how it works. Enough so that even he notices the icy glare levelled at him as his hand hovers over a music player, stepping back without a word. And potentially stepping into someone else in the process, which prompts an immediate apology and check to ensure said someone isn't hurt.]
A!
Erskine doesn't get out into the city much. Usually he's holed up in the Midnight Hotel, for a plethora of reasons, but today's shopping trip had been unavoidable by virtue of the fact that he simply hadn't been able to find anyone to bribe into doing it for him. He's nearly done by this point, with a cloth shopping bag slung over one shoulder, when he spots the obvious Foreigner. The obvious new Foreigner.
The man who'd been staring at Zell is relatively normal looking. No spikes. No tail. There's the fact that he's in a three-piece suit and is almost unnaturally beautiful, but Erskine is obviously another Foreigner, not a kedan.
He recoils a little at the snap from the blond boy.]
Well I was going to ask if you need any help, but obviously you've got things well in hand.
[He's got an Irish accent, though Zell might not recognize it. And yes, that's a generous helping of sarcasm.]
Have you at least been to the Welcome Center?
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But for all that, for all his temper's been fraying to a very fine thread for too long for him to have been able to avoid the snap, he can't help but feel a little guilty for snapping, now he knows there hadn't been any ill intent in this particular stare.
Hard to tell it apart from all the stares that have been about how he looks and how obviously new he is, when he's not paying attention.
Now, though, he visibly deflates, running a hand through his hair sheepishly as he apologises.]
Heh, sorry about that. Just been a trying sort of day, you know?
[And that would be a blank look in response to the mention of the Welcome Centre. Safe to say he hadn't even known there was one.]
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[He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.]
Right, well. If I knew how to get to the Welcome Center I'd point you in that direction, since apparently they're a font of useful information for new Foreigners. I didn't exactly make it there myself when I was new, however, and I haven't the faintest idea how to get you there.
[There's a pause]
Have you been told anything?
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[Only once he's asked does Zell realise that it might not come across as he's meant it to. Obviously there's nothing stopping people figuring things out for himself - isn't that what he's been doing to this point, albeit not particularly successfully?]
I mean...just...you seem to know a lot more about this place...which makes sense if you've been here longer. Guess you wouldn't need a Welcome Center by now.
[Smooth recovery. Surely he'll never realise anything's been amiss...
As the question comes, he frowns a little and lifts his arm to let the dull silver band show; the gem for now is still covered by his glove.]
Only that I shouldn't pull this off and hurl it as far away as possible like I first wanted to.
C;
It's alright. I've knocked into far worse, believe me.
[There's nothing strange about the suit, apart from the fact that it's custom tailored and still manages to hang oddly off of Skulduggery's shoulder blades. Likewise, there's nothing strange about his gloves, other than his apparently choosing to wear them in relatively warm weather.
His head, however, is a blank skull with a hat on top of it, tilted slightly to the side.]
You're not a kedan. Are you new?
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Then he takes a proper look at the stranger and can't even attempt to hide how the colour drains from his face. He's seen a lot already since he's been here, but he has to admit this is a new one on him and he's not entirely sure where to start.
Zell's not a kedan, they both evidentially know this. He's not sure this guy isn't and either way, apparently-a-skeleton isn't someone Zell's used to dealing with.
And so he gapes for a long moment, giving his brain time to spill the first thing that comes to his head.]
I was already leaving. Didn't realise I wasn't supposed to be here.
[Because he can't help but think this guy's some sort of enforcer and that he's outstayed his already limited welcome in this district.]
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Fortunately, the newcomer doesn't faint, but his answer doesn't make very much sense - at least until Skulduggery thinks it through a little more. He hasn't even gotten the standard welcome yet? Someone's falling down on the job.]
In the city, I mean. You haven't seen this city before, have you? I can point you towards the Welcome Center, if you'd like. I know I'm not the type of person people enjoy coming across. [He shakes his head sadly.] God knows why.
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[Or at least, he's had directions to the Welcome Center. How much use he's made of that is another matter; it's not hard to get distracted when there's so much to get used to and a niggling thought at the back of his mind that what if the others are here somewhere too? Can he really hole himself up in a space like that without knowing for sure he's not abandoning the people that matter to him?
And okay. He's curious, he can't help it. Especially in a space like this.
At least he has the wherewithal to bite his tongue when Skulduggery mentions people not finding him enjoyable company. Look at that, he can learn his lesson after all, sort of.]
Just...wanted to explore a little first. But they don't seem to like me much around here.
been a while, sorry ;>_> feel free to drop! o7
Probably because they thought you were going to steal that. Were you?
B!
It wasn't a long fight, and Yorda watched, utterly astonished. This was like nothing she had ever seen before. Granted, you could fill volumes on things she hadn't seen before, but that wasn't the point. It was strange.
Drawing the sheet around her like a cowl, she stepped over the prone, groaning, and semi-conscious gang members as she followed the blond man out. How had he done those strange lights? Was he a sorcerer of some kind? Her mind was buzzing with questions. She was about to tug on his sleeve to ask when he rounded on her, grinning triumphantly and his hand raised. She recoiled quickly, as though she thought she were about to be struck.