Too late, the melody is over

[parasolspinning]

Character: Isana Yashiro
Fandom: K
Player Name: Jeni

(Warning: Shiro is coming from very near the end of episode 11 for this test run, which means he's heaaaavily spoilerific. I'm putting my post under a cut, but tag/read at your own risk.)

He'd been stabbed.

He distinctly remembered the sensation of sharp, jagged glass being thrust in to his stomach by a girl that looked like Kukuri, but was certainly not acting like her at all. Not like the Kukuri he remembered.

Not that his memories were anything to be trusted anymore.

But no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that, the teenage boy who called himself Yashiro Isana - Shiro for short - couldn't seem to stop touching the hole in his shirt, feeling for a wound that just wasn't there.

Sopping wet, staring at the fountain he'd unceremoniously landed in several moments earlier, he was struggling to get his thoughts together and coming up short. Everything was a jumbled mess, and somewhere just outside of his reach he felt that he had been so close to finally having some answers.

But he had slipped away from it, mere seconds before he could reach that long searched for truth, and there was a strangely fox-like face in his mind that was mocking him all the while, keeping those secrets closely guarded while Shiro was whisked away to... somewhere.

That was just his luck, wasn't it? Two steps forward, ten steps back. And in to another world, apparently.

A sigh left the boy as he wistfully looked up to stare at the odd dome that covered the city he was now in, a humorless, weak laugh leaving him. He kept rubbing at that spot. For a non-injury, his stomach was certainly sore.

"That figures... standing around won't do me any good, though. Maa... if I do nothing Kuroh will get irritated, I'm sure..."

If his companion was even there.

He stooped and picked up the red parasol that some how managed to come with him, dropping it over one shoulder as he finally took a better look around.

"Now... where to start?"

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[housewife_samurai]

[It had taken Kuroh all of thirty seconds upon arrival to put aside such trivial matters as being drenched and in what appeared to be another world altogether. Not when the last thing he remembered was Kukuri stabbing Shiro, all the while smiling as if possessed.

But where-? Ah!

He begins checking the other boy over for injuries almost as soon as he spots his friend.]

Shiro! Are you alright?

[parasolspinning]

Kuroh!

[Oh, that was a relief. Kuroh was there. Not that it helped Shiro's confusion any but hey, they can be confused together.]

I'm fine I'm fine! See? There's nothing there. I guess she missed.

[She didn't. He knows that. But he doesn't want to freak Kuroh out any more than that.]

... I really hope she's alright.

[housewife_samurai]

[He knows full well that it was a solid hit. Still, he doesn't call Shiro on the lie. Whatever had happened to them had clearly healed the wound, which was his primary concern.]

She doesn't appear to have been transported with us. Neko seems to have been left behind as well.

[The girl can handle herself well enough, so he's not all that worried that she'll get hurt. He just hopes she doesn't lose her head over their sudden disappearance.]

... We should collect information about this place.

[parasolspinning]

[Neko... Kukuri... the rest of the students. Even HOMURA and SCEPTER 4. Shiro can only wonder what's happening to all of them right now, and hope that he doesn't returned to a completely ruined school.

Silently, he wishes he had a way to stop all the fighting, but without even knowing if he's truly innocent or not, he's sure there's nothing more that he can do back home.

But that's a moot point, and what Kuroh said was something that needed to be done.]

Right! Of course! ... ah... where do we start?

[housewife_samurai]

[Where to start indeed...? Kuroh glances around for a moment before his eyes settle on a basket full of towels apparently set out for visitors. Interesting...]

From the looks of it, people suddenly appearing is not an uncommon occurrence here.

[As he says this, he makes his way over to the basket, picks up the topmost towel, and tosses it to Shiro.]

Asking around would likely yield results.

[parasolspinning]

[Towels? He missed that some how, and he feels a bit sheepish for it even as he takes the towel. He doesn't comment on it, though - getting information is more important, really.]

Then lead the way!

[housewife_samurai]

[He nods, and then begins the search.

--

As it turns out, it takes only one conversation and fifteen minutes to find themselves sitting in the Welcome Center, looking over a brochure as they wait for the dryer to finish with their clothes. Kuroh's doing his best to ignore the ocean-themed decor. At least it's not another establishment of ill-repute.]

So this world runs on the power of the coral formation we appeared by...

[parasolspinning]

The coral?

[The echo comes out muffled from the towel Shiro has over his head still, attempting to get his hair dry now that he's done with the shower. He still feels slightly... salty, but he has a feeling that's going to be a lingering sensation for some time to come.

He's quiet for a long moment after that though, hands stopping and towel going still.]

Kuroh. ... are we trapped here?

[50_shades_of_blue]

"Logic suggest the very beginning." Came a very dry sounding voice that came along with the faint sound of still soaking wet military style boots came closer. The owner of said voice was none other the Reisi Munakata- the fourth and Blue King. "According to the pamphlets offered this city is named Vatheon."

[parasolspinning]

It wasn't the sudden approach that made Shiro jump, but the all too familiar voice of the man who had confronted (and summarily trounced) Kuroh on the field that raining night not too terribly long ago.

He tensed up instantly and wheeled around, and while the much respected and often feared Blue King seemed perfectly calm in his new surroundings, Shiro was stuck between trusting him out of a sense of urgency and wanting to bolt out of a lack of any way to defend himself.

"Vatheon... ?" was the none-too-intelligent sounding echo that he blurted out instead.

[closedcircuit]

It was the time of the month when new arrivals came. Ky neither avoided them nor sought them out, and since he happened to be near the fountain at the moment he grabbed a towel and headed towards the boy who had been.

"Here. Dry off, and then I'll do my best to answer any questions that you have."

[parasolspinning]

"Oh... thank you very much..." Shiro said politely once the towel was handed to him, setting his closed parasol to the side so he could dry his face and mess of white hair off.

"My first question might be a little odd, but did you by any chance see some one with long dark hair and a sword? Or a woman in a fuzzy sweater?"

A bit vague on the description, but Neko at least stood out amongst a crowd when she wasn't altering people's perceptions.

[closedcircuit]

Ky considered that, but there were too many people that that could describe, and the time range for when they would have arrived was too broad. He shook his head.

"You'll be able to look for them yourself in a couple of minutes, once you've got a better idea of this place."

[parasolspinning]

"Oh. I see. Yes, of course, I'll do that..."

Even as he said it, though, there was still a distracted, worried tone to his voice. If they were there, they were likely worried considering how he had been seen last. If they weren't... then what? Was there simply nothing standing there where Shiro had been?

Neko would be shrieking and panicking either way.

"In that case, what is this place?"

[closedcircuit]

If they were there, and hadn't just arrived, they had likely adjusted by now.

"This is Vatheon. It's underwater, and there isn't really any way to leave other than by waiting, and you might end up leaving the same as you arrived, without any input from you. The thing that's rather important to know here, particularly as relates to finding your friends, is the fact that time passes a little differently. They might have been here for months, and you wouldn't have noticed them as missing from your own world. It's...very odd."

[parasolspinning]

Shiro blinked a few times, but once he understood it there was a breath of relief that was let out.

"That's good... if they're still back home, they won't worry about me then..."

Certainly it was all a bit sci-fi and strange, but no stranger than powerful Kings with psychic powers making war.

[closedcircuit]

"Ah, yes." Ky could understand that particular concern, he supposed, although even now he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted that things weren't happening on his world that he should be there to help with.

"If they are here, you can ask for them over your communicator."

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke tilts his head, watching. It was new arrival time, wasn't it? Yes, it was, that was why he was placing pies on a table near the welcome center. Good enough use for them...

Don't really expect to hear him stepping up, he's quieter in a few ways with these wings.

... Don't hit him with that parasol as he taps your shoulder, please. He's just going to answer that question of yours... ]

[parasolspinning]

[Luckily Shiro has enough sense to lower the parasol first before turning. While there were some comical effects to getting smacked with one, he knew better than to make a bad impression in a new place.

Even... if he didn't remember how he got there or know why he was there at all.

Still, it's good to be polite. It certainly goes a long way to getting answers and staying out of trouble.

Usually.]

Hello!

[radiantwingedone]

.... Hello.

[ But that wasn't why he came over here- ]

... Place to start; welcome center. [ Which he will half turn towards. Its next to all the pies, okay. ]

[parasolspinning]

[Shiro blinks his amber eyes and looks up to where the tall man motioned to. But the second his eyes fall on the pies, his stomach lets out a noisy growl.

It's not exactly good eats, when you're a fugitive from SCEPTER 4.]

Eeheh... s-sorry. I'll start there, thank you...

[radiantwingedone]

.... free.

[ He noticed the stomach grumble, and is talking about the pies. ]

Made too many.

[parasolspinning]

A-are you sure?

[Normally he'd be all over that. Mooching was something he was good at. Well. Had been, when he was still an oblivious student who knew nothing of Kings and colors.

But he was hesitating, not wanting to make a fool of himself so quickly.]

I don't want to impose...

[radiantwingedone]

.... No other use for them. Made too many.

[ He's not hungry and really he just made way too many pies... ]

... why they are out here.

[parasolspinning]

[He just wants to face-plant in to one of them and devour it, he's that hungry.

But he does have tact.]

... let me look at the welcome center and get cleaned up first, and I will gladly take you up on that offer.