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Welcome to Edensphere, North. Oh, and Dust, too.

Nov 11, 2008 23:39

Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) and Lyra/Pan/North/Dust (silver_savage)
Date/Time: Sometime on Nov 11
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG, for the usual nudity of being born?
Summary: Lyra and Pantalaimon arrive in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet them.

( You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high )

original: fugue, *birthday, ~his dark materials: lyra/pan(north/dust

Comments 4

silver_savage November 12 2008, 16:55:23 UTC

He moved first, because he caught on that they were underwater. Or...or something. When he gasped, cradled in her arms, he could breathe. And so could she, when she gasped in response. Her eyes snapped open, her body floating peacefully, waiting for...for something ( ... )

fugue_angel November 12 2008, 19:34:11 UTC

"Ah? Sorry, sorry..." he commented upon seeing the wildcat. "I know that things are very strange right now, but I have no intention of hurting you."

He turned to the side, not wanting to look directly at her lest she suddenly become incredibly self-conscious. After all, once people realized they were naked, they had a tendency to freak out and call him a pervert--which, all things considered, he really shouldn't blame them for, but...

"Nevertheless, are you alright?" Fugue found it strange that she was born with some kind of little pet; it wasn't something particularly usual, but it did happen. "And do you recall anything at all? I have to ask since those who are born here have no recollections -not even their names- other than strange dreams before waking. Perhaps there'll be a day when there's an exception."

silver_savage November 13 2008, 16:54:57 UTC

It only took a moment to realize that, whatever kind of horrible beast this guy might be, he wasn't attacking her. With the immediate feeling of threat gone, she realized he didn't seem different. Maybe his dæmon just...wasn't around. Or was small, like a mouse or a moth or something, and was hiding in his coat or something. She stood, and he jumped in front of her, becoming a great tiger that stood almost to her waist, the meanest looking form he could think of ( ... )

fugue_angel November 14 2008, 01:09:09 UTC

Of course, when the creature suddenly transformed yet again, this time into a tiger, Fugue couldn't help but tremble, even though he tried to hold it back and maintain control. Was he still just as threatening as when he dressed like an old man?

Despite this, the girl seemed perfectly alright, and she even claimed to have memories. As far as he was concerned, no one was able to do that. If only he could learn the secret to doing so--not that he was excited to rush off and die somewhere, but knowing some kind of means to retain memories might be useful.

"How unique--so you recall your names at the very least? Or perhaps you have been here in Edensphere before..." Though he was shaking in fear, he set down the bundle of provisions before the tiger before backing away very slowly, to what he could only hope was a safe distance ( ... )