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Mystearica Aura Fende (Tear Grants) ([personal profile] melodyoftheabyss) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2011-09-15 08:48 pm

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[ A familiar young woman with light brown hair and blue eyes was standing in the middle of what appeared to be the plane obviously quiet and somewhat confused about her location. This was not Auldrant. Her form shifted quietly as she moved slowly at first. Still anyone that knew her would probably be quite confused about her looking quite familiar. She just simply figured that out from looking at the area and everything seemed rather bizarre like with the Passage Rings but that wasn't even close. Another breath as she glanced around sharply for any approaching enemy.

She was still with her companions a moment ago. Now they've all vanished from sight. She was confused on where their location was and that she was not standing near the Sephiroth anymore. She stopped short when she felt a familiar nausea coming forth again. Despite there not being anymore Miasma at the moment she felt a little weak because of the fact that she had absorbed some of it after she watched Van perish.

That's right...Van, her brother was no longer here....There's some emotion to her eyes before they were clouded over with their usual sharpness. Her hand rested against her hip as she started to move not aware that something was recording her form as well as probably her tone of voice while she to increase her movement. First things first. She had to find Luke and the others fast. She started to quickly move along a quiet path. ]

[identity profile] holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Conan's making quiet a bit of noise -- he has to, unfortunately. He's not quite strong enough to lift the desk he brought with him by accident from his first grade classroom, so he's dragging it behind him, as he tries to make sure it's out of the way of everyone.

The Astral Plane has quite a bit of traction compared to the floor of his school classroom, and Conan pauses to take a break, leaning against the desk as he catches his breath. He pauses as he notices someone coming his way.]

Ah -- sorry! I hope I wasn't distrubing you!

[identity profile] holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com 2011-09-17 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, that's a relief!

[Despite her words, there was obvious tension about the woman. Conan's tone was apologetic as he explained.]

I brought my desk here by accident -- I was holding it when I thought of coming to the Plane and we both just -- appeared. I don't want to get in trouble in case someone trips over it or something, so I'm moving it out of the way.

[identity profile] holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com 2011-09-17 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Assistance?

[Conan hesitated. He didn't want to ask help for something so trivial as shifting a desk ... but he had to admit that being a seven year old did make even minor chores hard work.]

Ah -- only if you don't mind! I just need to make sure it's far enough away it's not in anyone's way.
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[personal profile] cruxified 2011-09-16 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's someone else along this path, a quiet man resting against a lamp post as he cleans and polishes a sword. The look he gives Tear is vaguely curious, but he doesn't call out to her.]
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Sorry about the slow, I'm moving atm.

[personal profile] cruxified 2011-09-18 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes?

[He lifts his head, returning the soldier-like, stoic stare. You're not the only kuudere around here, Tear.]

This is the Astral Plane. [His voice isn't completely flat; it's dark and rich, though it lacks personable warmth.] It's a realm accessible by certain people from different worlds as part of an experiment. Notably, the management can be contacted through the strange shop you may have encountered. Meredith is the one most are familiar with.

You can travel freely between the Astral Plane and your world by thinking of them, but as long as the shop remains in your world, you are still subject to the experiments and oddities of this place.
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:3 thanks.

[personal profile] cruxified 2011-09-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
A couple of the residents set up an information kiosk on the Plane. It gives a basic overview of what to expect if you're lucky enough to find it. Ask for the one authored by Irving Braxiatel.

[He's still faintly curious. He's never met someone so young who... looks so composed. Seriously.]

Newcomers are fairly common. I arrived not long ago myself.

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[identity profile] pactum.livejournal.com 2011-09-16 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oblivious to Tear's presence, a derpy, lanky blonde is being assaulted by monsters-- okay, not really. He's sitting down in the middle of the Plane, feeding a rabid fluffbeast (http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r117/Airship_Canon/ToS2%20Monster%20Book/CottonTail.png) a salad wrap.]

You like this, right...?

[identity profile] pactum.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[The bunny thing makes some happy squeaky noises as it devours the food Emil gives it. He smiles and rubs it between the ears.]

I thought so...

[Something prickles at the back of his neck, like he's being watched. He glances over his shoulder and sees someone... vaguely familiar.]

Oh! Um, hi there!

[The Cotton Tail tilts its head and watches Tear as it eats.]

[identity profile] pactum.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's reminded of Sheena. Just a little bit. The monster jumps up into his arms, and Emil hardly seems to notice. He looks at home, really.]

I'm Emil. [He smiles.] And... this is Blanc.

Are you lost...?

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[personal profile] clinical 2011-09-17 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He is surprised to see Tear back so soon. He had expected her to be gone for some time, cleaning up the aftermath from Akzeriuth's fall. He elects to call out to her.] Tear.
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[personal profile] clinical 2011-09-18 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Is there something particular that brings you here? [He is watching her, but his interest isn't especially discerning. He has no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary.]

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[personal profile] explains 2011-09-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hasn't seen Tear in a while, either here or back home. The greeting he offers is a casual, friendly wave as he steps over to her--he hasn't noticed her unsettled look.]

Hey.

[identity profile] stupidgenes.livejournal.com 2011-09-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Asch snorts quietly as he approaches.] So it looks like you're here, too.

[identity profile] stupidgenes.livejournal.com 2011-09-20 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the first time that Asch is greeting anyone, and he's realizing only now just how confusing that can get.]

Do you even know where you are? Or have you been here before?

[If it's her first time, he might have some explaining to do. But he's pretty new himself. At least there's that information kiosk Guy had tried to walk him to upon his arrival.]

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