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Missrecalled TDM 1

You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?

^AURADON

Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.

The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.

On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.

The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.

What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.

And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!

^{The Isle}
You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...

But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.

But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.

Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.

But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...

NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!

Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....

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{THE ISLE}

Emporio doesn't know what he expected to see when he woke up. More accurately, what he didn't expect, perhaps. When you get used to a place, used to sleeping in the same spot year after year after all, it isn't so much the expectation of what you'll see that becomes surprising.

It's instead when anything changes at all. It's the fact that there shouldn't be any surprises in the first place.

The boy in a baseball uniform groans, and pulls himself to his feet. Confusion for his surroundings takes priority over any fear. It feels more like being in a dream. Maybe, just maybe, it is one in fact. The carvings on the stones only seem to emphasize it. Maybe he's stuck too much on the fact that he lives hiding inside the walls of a prison. That's probably it.

With a swallow, an idle rub of his arm- t-shirt uniforms really aren't great for the chill, not when you're from Florida- he thus starts to wander.

Maybe you'll miss him. He's small after all, only 4'7''. Maybe you'll spot him in a flash- white baseball uniform, pristine and striped? Blond hair and skin that hasn't seen the sun in however long?

Well, either way.

He certainly doesn't want to be seen by any of you. Not when he has no idea who anyone is.

Unfortunately for him, Cadeyrn is good at noticing things. And in the unfamiliar environment, he is all the more keen to keep an eye out, even as he scavenges what little he dares touch in the litany of rot, dirt, rocks and broken plastic. He's gathering rags at the moment, thorn up cloths with dirt and stains, but cleanable, but usable, when he spots the dash of blond hair that circles around the doomstones.

He watches at first, quiet and silent as well, while the-- kid? He looks young. And frail-- darts around, tucked into the shadows and the corners of things. He doesn't call out, gathering what he can from observation alone, but there doesn't seem to be much. The clothes he's wearing are ill fitted for sneaking around, but he's quick and quiet enough.

Their eyes meet.

Cadeyrn very, very purposefully remains crouched, on the ball of his feet, even if the position is awkward and a little painful. He'll pay for it later, but for now, he prefers having the option to spring up to his feet if something tries to get the advantage. But he stays low. It would take him a moment to chase after the young boy; if he even bothers.

"Hey." He calls out, softly. It's a wonder if he's approaching a wounded animal or a perfectly reasonable human being. He's careful in keeping his eyes on the small boy-- he gets the feeling that if he glances away, his companion will vanish as soon as he can.

"Are you alright?" He can... offer help, maybe.

Spotted, indeed. And Emporio finds himself quite immediately flattened against a doomstone as a result. He doesn't know where this is- he doesn't know, therefore, where he could run. At the prison it'd be as easy as the nearest pocket to the Ghost Rooms- the overlaps creating perfect little foxholes to hide away in. Potentially it'd even be as easy as turning a corner and pulling out the 'trash can'- a ghost trash can looks no different from a normal one after all. ...Well.

Maybe it's a bit more outdated, but still.

Instead, he's here. Here, and quite aware that the longer he draws this out, the worse it could get. It doesn't...have to get worse of course. (Please don't get worse, he thinks.)

But staying quiet won't help him. Running, even, won't help him, where does he GO?

So Emporio swallows. "I...I..."

Is he fine? .... "...Y...yeah..." ...Yeah, probably. "I... ...I'm okay..."

...

.........

.................he's not getting away with just that is he.

"...Where..." He clears his throat, trying again. "...Where...is this..?"

"Okay." There's a deliberate nod when Cadeyrn confirms he's heard the young teenager, and he clicks his lip ring between two teeth as he considers how best to approach him. Smokey eyes still remain steady, for a moment more, before he turns them, watching the blond from the corner even as he glances away. Despite his previous fears, the child seems willing enough to stay near, at least for now.

"I don't know," he admits fairly readily. "I've been informed that this is a school."

Sharing knowledge is often dangerous-- but there are just so few people here. There are just so few people here. Their survival will require-- their survival will demand cooperation at best. He raises his hand slowly-- gently, carefully-- to point out at the limits of where they can go though.

While they have room enough to weave in and out of the doomstones, trash clusters just a bit further, an upwelling of discarded plastics and rot that crashes against the last bastion keeping them trapped. Vines grow just in the distance, thick as Cadeyrn's arm, and teeth-like thorns jut from the twisting mass, vicious as a blade, and twice as sharp.

"We're surrounded by these walls though-- it seems more accurate to call it a prison." But he doesn't mean to bring the child's mood down. Again, his movements are slow and deliberate when Cadeyrn shifts back to watch the boy again, wary that he might set him scampering off if he moves just a tad too quick, just a bit too sharply.

"I'm trying to clean an area on the first floor to keep us from--" here, he can't erase the disgust that pinches the bridge of his nose as he waves at the piles of detritus gathered all around. "All of this. You're welcome to join me if you want." It's an offer freely given. And besides; it makes sense that Cadeyrn invites them. They'll need a regrouping area, a main camp, so to speak. And Cadeyrn would rather it be somewhere Clean, thank you.

Sharing knowledge is a danger, but how dangerous does it get when the knowledge they have is so little? The most Emporio has of this place is that it's...well. Full of trash. Even clothes cobbled together like trash, evidenced by the patchy, threadbare layers he scrambled to pull on when he first realized how cold it was here.

Emporio finds himself nodding mutely with Caderyn's suggestions. The idea of cleaning the place up, getting somewhere safe to sleep is...a tempting one.

(And there's no reason to be afraid, he tries to tell himself. There's no one left who would want to threaten, or harm, so....so...)

He raises a brow, unable to hold back a comment. "...A prison..?" Looking around...he can't say it's any dirtier than a prison, no, but...

"...it...seems too quiet for that, somehow..."

A pause, before he realizes he didn't actually respond verbally to the offer either. With a small nod, he ducks a bit under the tattered hat he found. "Um- ...Y...Yeah, I can help clean though..."

Too quiet... for a prison?

Cadeyrn raises an eyebrow curiously at his companion's gentle comment, a small measure of confusion worming its way through his thoughts as he observes the teen. He's too young. He's too young, but Cadeyrn can't ignore his words either. He shelves his suspicion as best he can for the moment-- he shouldn't prod and whatever the case may be, he'll get to ask, but not now.

He nods, his lips quirking up in a small, soft smile to encourage the teen, as he slowly gets back to his feet, making sure he doesn't startle his young companion too badly. Every gesture is deliberate, every movement conscious that he might be scaring him-- but the blond doesn't seem as flighty as he'd first expected. He still doesn't want to risk scaring him.

"Good. I'll lead the way?" He offers, and starts to do just that.

[OOC: Cutting off here so you can have a chance to answer before I do a scene change to the classroom?]

Fortunately he doesn't catch the raised brow- otherwise he might have realized he just said something...well. Weird.

Very weird. He still draws back somewhat- just a little bit- but he does ultimately move to follow as he nods.

(Following means the other stays in front. Following means he can potentially run if he has to. And...)

The boy swallows. "...Alright."

... (He wants...to believe that it's alright. It has to be alright. Something has to be alright.)

The mausoleum sprawls across the grounds, its main doors an ominous pitch-black. There are few windows to the building, and the stone that forms it is thick, and scarred with cracks. Cadeyrn has to push it with a heavy shoulder just to get the doors to creak their reluctance as they open. The flickering lights still bother his eyes, so he guides his young companion with a quick pace to get away from them.

The hallways all look alike, rotting veins in the large stone behemoth of a school that stinks of decay. He still has to linger at unpleasant corners, searching his mental map on occasion as he makes sure to bring them both back to the classroom he'd begun tending to. He also checks to make sure his smaller companion doesn't get lost, and the short walk has him prod lightly to know more.

"I'm Cadeyrn, by the way. What's your name?" It's not much, but 'hey, you's are going to get on his nerves real quick if he cannot recognize everyone in these hallways. Part to stay safe, and part to keep them safe-- identity and surface knowledge is going to be necessary. Even his own.

He has never seen a building so artfully ominous, save in stolen glances at a television. It's almost strange- it feels like something one part from a history book, another from a stage play, and still another from sheer patchwork. There is a part of him that wonders just what could once have been here-

It's impossible for him to tell however, even if the thought doesn't fade while they wander the halls. "Uh-" Names. Right, names. "E...Emporio," he answers, swallowing somewhat nervously.

"S...so..." ...So. Cadeyrn had to be Told this was a school. They're wandering now, just to figure out where they are. Then...that means...

"...How did you get here..?" he can't help but ask, pulling his tattered coat a little more around himself. He knows how he himself got here. ...Probably. He thinks. But then what about anyone else who just...Fell?

Silver eyes glance briefly at his companion. He hadn't expected the question, but he's rather encouraged to see that the teenager isn't too scared to speak up. That's a good thing. There's a quick rasp of thumb against middle and forefinger, a quick habit that he can't tend to right now.

"I... don't think 'waking up' is accurate, but it's the closest that I can think. Or rather, I was home one moment and here the next, between two blinks." That is the only thing he can recall. Of course, he'd want to know what happened-- eliminate the danger from his world if he can. But he has other priorities to tend to right now. The lack of answers still nags at him in the back of his head though.

"I think it would have been the same for you?" he prods lightly, but he doesn't quite need the answer he already expects. His best bet on the matter is the teachers he's briefly seen in handful of moments.

They finally come to a stop, in an area where the stench is, as best it can be, controlled and kept at bay. This door is easier, parting with an easy click, and though it's some ways away from the main entrance, it becomes clear why he'd gone out of his way when they enter it.

Relatively-- and in large comparison to the rest of the school-- this area is clean. No broken shards of glass, no questionable stains on the ceiling tiles. The floor is clean, the only clutter left at the corner being a bunch of desks, which are slowly getting dismantled. Wood kept nearby, whether for a project or to burn, is uncertain. All around the room, a counter is set at a slightly awkward height for the young boy, but they are clear of debris, as are the shelves overhead. Metallic sinks are dotted along the counters, hinting to the lab class that this might have once been.

"Here." Cadeyrn waves the blond in, letting him explore at his own leisure. "Feel free to take up a spot. It's not the most comfortable to share with everyone, but it keeps us safe, and you'll sleep better in a clean area."

Nevermind avoiding infection. Dead gods, but Cadeyrn does not want to touch even half the things in this broken, stinking establishment.

It's a paradoxic matter. Emporio needs to remain out of sight- he's dedicated to it, slipping about where possible.

But he has no experience, or at least very little experience, in conversation as a result. Which in turn means that, when he does start talking...

"One moment to another..." So the boy repeats, swallowing back his immediate thoughts. "...It felt almost like falling for a minute...but I didn't expect to see all of this..."

...it's hard for him to stop.

"...wow..." And to that end, as he cautiously steps in, he can't stop looking around with wide eyes. "You...did you clean all of this? Even the ceiling looks better in here..."

He isn't the only one who doesn't want to be seen. Unfortunately for both of them, the area is small; and short of hiding in a locker, there aren't that many good hiding places.

The small figure in all black spotted him. Her eyes went wide under the hood as she tried to press back into the shadows. And it might have worked, for once she was somewhere her coat blended in, after all. Except her booted heel caught on a rusted can and sent it spinning noisily into the very wall she was trying to press herself against.

The clattering noise of the can ultimately creates something of a chain reaction. What has no doubt thrown Xion at least somewhat off, really throws Emporio off- the boy yelping in alarm and jumping with enough force that he falls away from the wall.

And that in turn sends another pile of trash laying around clanking, the scattering debris creating a cacophony of noise. "AHHH-!!"

...And, well, from there the first one he sees is the figure in black who saw him.

"...HAHH-!!"

So now two people are stuck where they were going to hide, and now aren't, because of Things.

Whoops.

"U...Uhh.... ...uhhhhh..."

He has no idea what to do here!

Out of instinct she flared a hand out, but no portal formed. No escape route. She hunched her shoulders in, drawing her hand back towards her chest.

........................

....................Well.

Emporio swallows, and stands there for a little bit more in silence. This is....

..................... "Um...."

....This is a bit awkward somehow.

"Are....you okay...?"

Said the child who is undoubtedly smaller than Xion is-

Smaller, maybe. Younger... almost certainly not.

She hunched in on herself even more when he asked his question. Why did Somebodies keep asking her that? She never knew what answer they wanted. She tried to shrug, but with how tight her shoulders were to her hood, the gesture might not have been noticed...

Well,

That's fair- though it'll take a bit of talking to make the boy believe it, should it ever come forward.

Considering the way things are going now however, that's probably not going to be the case for a while, if ever.

"Errr..."

And so...the awkward 'stand off' continues.

"...I'm...sorry I scared you..?"

Smooth words from the one who was scared first.

She hunched a bit more. This time she couldn't even figure out how to shrug, her shoulders too tight. She wanted Axel and Roxas to be there. They'd know how to talk to this strange Somebody. Then she wouldn't have to. But they weren't here and she was alone.

Again.

A single tear rolled down her face and fell off the point of her chin as she swallowed hard.

..................ah..............

And now they're crying...

Emporio gives a nervous swallow- he takes one step forward. Then another- and if able, another. Coming just a bit closer, and finally reaching out.

Albeit with hesitance.

"H...hey...I... ...If you're lost...well...I am too, s...so..."

He can...relate?? Maybe?

"I... I want to go back to my friends..." she whispered.

........................................

Oh.

Emporio's hand falls. His head bowed down, his body tense. Friends. His friends. He...

"......................................yeah. ...I... ...I feel the same way."

She wasn't sure what to say about that. She gave a small nod. She wrapped her arms around herself.

Will she...run for it if he comes closer? ...He hopes not. He's going to try sitting next to her, at least. So.

"...Are..."

...No, no, there's no good way to ask that. Something else. "...is it ok to ask about them? ...Erm. ...your friends, I mean..."

"A....ask about them?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah. Just...what they were like. ...Just to talk about them, I guess. ...I can tell you about mine?"

....

"...I read that it helps, I guess..."

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Emporio Alniño | JJBA:P6 - [WILL AVOID LATE SPOILERS BY DEFAULT; PLEASE NOTE IF SPOILERS ARE FINE]

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retconnin clothes bc of faq responses shhh pretend no basebol

Alright! Noted!

to the classroom then ..!

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Sorry for the delay! I was out for a few days!

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Do we want to stop here and do this in the game?