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queenofheartsrp2011-01-12 08:01 pm
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001 Vine/Action
[The vine has decided to get a head start on this newcomer, apparently, considering it’s picking up the image of the small redheaded woman still curled on her side in the petals.]
[After a minute or two she finally starts to stir. Any hint of grogginess is almost snapped away as she bolts upright, long red hair loose and falling around her shoulders. She looks down at herself, near panic in her eyes as she sees her clothing, one arm crossing over hervery, very slight chest as if trying to cover herself (perhaps an odd movement? It isn’t as though anything is showing after all). ]
[She looks around rapidly, turning over and onto her feet in a slight crouch, still holding her arm across her chest—then after another moment of panic she seems to force herself to calm, breathing slowly and bringing her hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose as she concentrates, remaining like that for a long silent minute.]
[Then she gives an audible, almost relieved sigh. Did she figure something out? Who knows, this one doesn’t seem like a talker, does she?]
Idiot… it doesn’t matter… You left that life behind now…
Still…
[She finally looks up again, now moving to run her hands over the ground around her, uplifting loose petals, likely to see if something has been covered up by them. Finding nothing she finally stands, showing obvious discomfort with the way she’s holding herself about the waist. Moving forward a bit, she catches sight of something a little further ahead and quickly moves there (and the mirror tilts and moves a bit to keep her in range). She pushes a few hanging vines to the side and a pile of clothing, a pack and a sword can be seen. She takes the sword up, instantly unsheathing it—and if anyone who happens to see this can tell, it is very clear that the dull edge of the blade is on the wrong side. She visibly sighs with relief again, sheathing the sword before looking back toward where she woke.]
[Hello… why is there a cat there with what appears to be a scroll in its mouth…? She glances further up and directly into the feed from across the clearing…
[And why is there a mirror extending out of that vine as if it was deliberately trying to watch her!? :|;;;;;;;;]
[And, being caught in the act, the vine seems to decide to end the show.]
[ooc; /o/ lol here’s hoping I’m not doing this wrong on my first try here!!! Vine replies will come after she reads the scroll and changes her clothes, if anyone wants action... toss them in whenever! orz I tl;dr way too much…]
[After a minute or two she finally starts to stir. Any hint of grogginess is almost snapped away as she bolts upright, long red hair loose and falling around her shoulders. She looks down at herself, near panic in her eyes as she sees her clothing, one arm crossing over her
[She looks around rapidly, turning over and onto her feet in a slight crouch, still holding her arm across her chest—then after another moment of panic she seems to force herself to calm, breathing slowly and bringing her hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose as she concentrates, remaining like that for a long silent minute.]
[Then she gives an audible, almost relieved sigh. Did she figure something out? Who knows, this one doesn’t seem like a talker, does she?]
Idiot… it doesn’t matter… You left that life behind now…
Still…
[She finally looks up again, now moving to run her hands over the ground around her, uplifting loose petals, likely to see if something has been covered up by them. Finding nothing she finally stands, showing obvious discomfort with the way she’s holding herself about the waist. Moving forward a bit, she catches sight of something a little further ahead and quickly moves there (and the mirror tilts and moves a bit to keep her in range). She pushes a few hanging vines to the side and a pile of clothing, a pack and a sword can be seen. She takes the sword up, instantly unsheathing it—and if anyone who happens to see this can tell, it is very clear that the dull edge of the blade is on the wrong side. She visibly sighs with relief again, sheathing the sword before looking back toward where she woke.]
[Hello… why is there a cat there with what appears to be a scroll in its mouth…? She glances further up and directly into the feed from across the clearing…
[And why is there a mirror extending out of that vine as if it was deliberately trying to watch her!? :|;;;;;;;;]
[And, being caught in the act, the vine seems to decide to end the show.]
[ooc; /o/ lol here’s hoping I’m not doing this wrong on my first try here!!! Vine replies will come after she reads the scroll and changes her clothes, if anyone wants action... toss them in whenever! orz I tl;dr way too much…]
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Hello? Are you lost here?
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[She has since dressed herself and read the scroll given to her by the... cat. 'Use the vine'... this must... be... what it meant...? By this point things made so little sense that she couldn't fine a reason not to just... 'go with the flow'. A dream couldn't hurt her... after all. And compared to her usual dreams this was remarkably tame.]
[When she finally answers she is dressed in a dark blue men's kimono and hakama (and although it wasn't visible, her breasts had been bound), her long hair tied into a high ponytail. If it weren't for the fact that only women existed in this place she would have easily passed as male.]
I... [She frowned a little, actually touching the mirror with a bit of hesitation.] I suppose the term 'lost'... could be used.
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Yeah. Well ummm, you aren't in your world anymore.
Welcome to the Gardens, miss.
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What... is this place... specifically?
[She glances a bit at the cat that was still hanging around. While the scroll was helpful it still left a bit to... be desired.]
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The person who brought us here isn't all there, so reaching out to our host is a little... difficult. But there's others here that will be pretty helpful, even if we're all in the same boat!
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[Well, she's been surrounded by MEN for so long... the concept of being around only women is just alien. Hell, the only woman she was ever really around at all had been Tomoe and that... well...]
[hnnn...]
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I see...
[She goes back to... poking at the mirror coming off the vine. She's never actually seen sorcery with her own eyes before--and that's really the only explanation she has for this... other than the whole... dream... thing.]
What is... the point of it...?
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Welcome, newcomer.
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[She stared a bit blankly at the mirror--the scroll had said 'use the vine', this must have been what it meant. This was such a strange dream...]
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What... exactly is this place...?
[She's still fairly convinced she's dreaming, but it was force of habit...]
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I would say...a small isolated reality.
Would you be from Japan?
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[What is that supposed to mean...?]
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Yes.
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Ha. I thought so. Greetings swordswoman. I am Yukari Yakumo, also of Japan.
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Is that so...?
[Her look flattens out a bit, considering this. She barely hides the flinch as her true gender is referred to yet again. She was no longer part of the Choshuu, it truly did not matter if the fact was known, but after so many years hiding it being identified readily was... jarring]
[She inclined her head toward the woman in the mirror. This would have been the point where one regularly would have given their name. She faltered. It had been so long since she had a normal conversation with someone where her reputation hadn't already preceded her that she... honestly didn't know how to act... or even what name to give.]
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Himura Kenshin...
[It was silly, getting anxious over a name... Very few knew Hitokiri Battousai's surname. Only a sparse handful knew 'his' given name--and half of them were dead now.]
[And this was a dream anyway, right?]
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[those words catch her attention, though she usually tries to walk past the mirrors that suddenly appear. She hasn't been in much of a mood for talking lately. But...]
[she doesn't know much about swords, but she watches the woman and her weapon curiously. She's moving with a similar bewilderment to how Xion herself felt when she first arrived. So many newcomers lately...they always seemed to come in groups.]
You just got here?
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[By the time she responds she has since read the scroll and changed her clothes, now wearing a dark blue men's kimono and gray hakama, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. If it weren't for the fact men couldn't be in the garden it would be almost impossible to tell she was actually a woman.]
I...
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Yes.
[ooc; lol icon fail--watch as Kenshin drops ten years... and yet somehow looks older D|]
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[the hooded girl tilts her head.]
If you have any questions...I can try to answer them. I've been here for more than a month now.
[ooc: no worries! XD;]
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What... is the purpose of our being here...?
[video] hrggh sorry for the typo XD /kicks html
[video] *patpat* it happens!
Are there any theories as of why?
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[Yep, still confused. Giving it the 'it must be a dream' explanation is helping at least...]
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Do you have any idea why we've been brought here?
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We're definitely here to build... something.
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[that's a new answer.]
What would your educated guesses be?
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She's trying to match up girls, either out of purient interest or misguided affection.
This is a dream, but not OUR dream.
Things like that.
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How long have you been here?
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