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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

Sae'sha was used to some level of odor. It just came with being around multiple species. But pirate captain or no, H'Naal had a more sensitive nose than she did and always kept in check. It was easy to keep clean on a ship with sonic showers in each person's quarters and food that was replicated and could even be recycled for use in later replicating if too much was made. So rot and decay weren't really a thing she was used to.

All of this to say, she may have been sleeping before she appeared in the graveyard, but the moment she ended up there was like a punch in the face and she woke abruptly, putting her hand over her face and bolting to her feet to get away from the ground and any debris on it as quickly as possible.

Now, usually Sae'sha cut a decently impressive figure, tall and well muscled with an aquiline nose and a default expression that didn't seem angry exactly, so much as like she was looking for a reason to be angry. Of course right now grime coated the back of her coat, and she didn't even want to think about her hair. In addition to that, she'd visibly failed to take care of herself lately. Her hair was around chin length and cut haphazardly, something done in a moment of anger that she'd refused to let Nissi clean up, and her clothes were just that much too loose on her even though they were clearly hers. Well, the leather trench coat in varying shades of brown was a hand me down. It may have been one shade, once, many years before she was born, but at the very least the person patching it had done so with focus on appearance and it looked like the colors had been added by design. She was about 20, though she might be taken for younger, of course as sharp as her features were that didn't happen as often as it did for some other Rihannsu.

"Oh potatoes what is going--" she growled then stopped short. "Potatoes?"

On one hand it distracted her from the smell, giving her nose some time to adjust. "Is my translator broken?" No that sounded right. "Okay, what in the forest..." The young woman screwed up her entire face. That was a very specific translator glitch. She sighed. H'Naal had warned her messing that with her translator so profanities wouldn't be translated and she could learn as many as possible might backfire. But Rren had been so potatoes ... sigh ... confidant.

Oh she was going to rub this in his face later while making him fix it properly this time. As soon as she found him that was. She looked around, completely blank. Maybe she needed to find herself first.

Her first impression after smell wasn't visual, her brain hadn't started even processing that yet no matter that she was making the effort. It was the quiet. This had the feel of a place without enough noise for the amount of buildings, though to be fair, she was used to a lot of activity and didn't much care for quiet. Then and only then did she start to take in the marker stones and the building in the center of the lot, all in varying states of decay.

Huh... she felt like she should know what this looked like, it nagged at the back of her head. Something she'd learned about in lessons from Rren maybe? Something one of the other cultures in the galaxy did? Had done? Maybe even other provinces? Ugh, Sae'sha had never been good at keeping the information from lessons and she discarded the thought before it gave her a headache.

At the very least she knew this wasn't a holodeck program, their ship holodeck was not This Good at smells (Thank the Elements for small favors, she'd never visit the holodeck again, no matter how much she enjoyed fight training with H'Naal or the others in the crew.)

In a way she was grateful she had ended up here, figuring out where this was and how the forest she'd gotten here... and what was going on with her translator all made very good, and very very infuriating distractions.

She gritted her teeth, bit back from 'swearing' again before she screamed in frustration, and headed for the building. She wasn't optimistic that it would smell any better inside, but maybe there would be some answers?

Xion had already been terrified at sight of the woman who appeared from nothing, without even a Dark Corridor. But then she started heading right towards the building. And this towards Xion who was hiding between it and a Doomstone, curled in on herself and terrified. he cowered lower, clothing the dark hood that hid her face, hoping to not be noticed.

That movement caught Sae'sha's eyes and she paused mid step. "Who's there?" She spoke sharply, one hand brushing her jacket slightly open. Not that she had her weapons on her. The holster belts were far less comfortable to nap in than her coat. But if this was a threat, they didn't know that.

And given the circumstances, assuming anything or anyone she ran into was a threat and sorting it out later seemed the way to go.

She shrink in on herself even more. Maybe the Somebody hadn't spotted her and was just guessing. Maybe? If only Axel or Roxas were there. Or Taiki. Even Vexen. Anyone that could help her get back to Diatu, back to her friends. She risked a glance, to see if the Somebody was looking somewhere else.

Sae'sha frowned. Maybe she'd just imagined things? That made more sense than anything else that had happened so far. No! Motion again! "Look. I'm not going to attack you, huh? I'm just gonna look around, try and figure out where the forest I am so uh... don't attack me or we might have some words."

They were already having words! And Xion didn't want to. But at least not attacking was easy. Xion had no intention of attacking a Somebody!

No response. Again. Sae'sha shook her head, growling with annoyance. Maybe this place really was messing with her head. She started walking towards the movement source, not because she wanted to get closer, but because she still needed to get inside if she was going to find any potato answers. She doubted whoever this was, if it was even a person, would want to help her out.

Xion tried to scurry away when it became clear that she was going to get close enough to see her. Better to run while she could.

Multiple years, most of her life really, worth of progress at being less scared was gone in the face of being so utterly alone.

The small figure all in black, hair and face covered in black watched her approach from the shadows. She was starving, but that was nothing new. She was used to that. But this person had a jacket. Patched, sure, but better than Eli's clothes. And she needed to change into something. Rule number one of an assassination going bad was ditch her gear and change clothes, look unassuming. But she didn't have her old rags left. So she was going to have to steal something. And fast before someone caught up to her.

She didn't know what fief this was, or who ruled. But it sure as hope wasn't Barren, which meant being one of Barren's killers was only going to make her a target.

Remembering Morse's lessons on fighting when small, Eli waited for her moment then made her move, aiming a kick into the stomach of the old woman.

Sae'sha back stepped quickly at the attack, letting the motion of the coat help her confuse the attack as much as possible. She was unarmed, which made fighting back a little more frustrating, but that didn't mean she couldn't. She shifted into a ready stance.

"Hey what the forest," she snapped, voice a full on snarl.

She jumped back.

As Kaylin, later, she'd be much better at fighting.

As Elianne now, she's not bad.

She remembered what Morse said. Never speak when dressed to kill unless you're sure you're about to finish the job. Of course Morse never took her own advice, but that was Morse. Elianne just wanted a change of clothes so she could survive.

With the element of surprise gone, she scooped up a handful of dirt, waiting, watching.

"Seriously?" she snapped. Unpredictability and dirty tricks were a solid chunk of her fighting style, so it wasn't like she could miss the dirt. "Why did you attack me?!" She kept her distance from this kid. Look, she knew well enough kids could be dangerous, and given the look of this one, she was one of them that was.

She wasn't going to answer, but it was hard. She wasn't good at not speaking. Not like...

She staggered, forcing herself not to gag. Turning her hatred and disgust outward. She circled slowly, as of she had forgotten she was holding the dirt. She didn't answer.

Even if she wasn't trying to be quiet, what could she say? Barren hadn't ordered this hit. And frankly... she'd never tried to hurt someone before, until she became his... whatever he saw her as.

"You know what, knock yourself out with whatever it is you're up to. Just. Leave. Me. Alone." Sae'sha growled as the kid circled and then stepped pointedly in the opposite direction rather than engaging in the fight. "I don't have time for this, gotta figure out where the forest I ended up and how to get home... But don't think I've lost track of you, huh? It won't end well."

As she turned, mid word, Elianne threw the dirt clod at Sae'sha's face. As she did, she launched herself at the woman's midsection.

The dirt clod didn't hit full on, Sae'sha had kept enough distance to give herself time to avoid that. But she snapped into action as she kid crashed into her.

She snagged her arm and a handful of the back of her shirt and tugged up. Hard. She took advantage of both height and strength to lift and then throw the kid away from her. Hard.

She didn't speak afterwards, fuming too much and ready to retaliate if they kid kept acting like a feral thrai and tried to attack. Again.

The kid's clothes weren't good quality at all. The first clue would be that she could feel the rough stitching and different types of cloth as she grabbed the back of her shirt. The second clue would be how easily it tore, leaving the kid flying not quite the way Sae'sha had intended, but landing hard all the same. With part of her shirt in the woman's hands. The missing material made it clear just how skinny and scrawny she was.

Which you know, she would have been able to tell also from how light she was. It was more like throwing a child sized doll than a child.

Wounded, Eianne curled into a ball where she fell, panting, biting her lip so hard it bled in an attempt to not cry out. Morse hated when she yelled or cried. She din't want to get hit. Didn't want Morse to give up on her and abandon her.

Sae'sha glared, fuming a long moment as the kid curled in on herself and then let out a sigh. "Look little thrai, I'm not just gonna let you hurt me. But maybe if you would just forest tell me what you need we could help each other, huh? I'm potatoed lost and...you..."

Well, clearly the kid needed.... something. Sae'sha just wasn't sure what.

She hesitated. Then, even knowing Morse would slap her across the face for this, she spoke. "Clothes. Not supposed to talk dressed like this," she mumbled into the ratty scarf covering the bottom of her face.

Sae'sha considered a long moment and then trailed off in a set of not profane and slightly ridiculous words thanks to that potatoed translator glitch.
"Look. If I let you borrow my coat, will you stop attacking me? We can look around this... whatever this place is? Maybe find something better we can steal for ya, huh?"

She hesitated then nodded. She pushed herself up and started unwinding the scarves from her face, then stopped. "What... what do you want?"

Sae'sha pulled off her coat and held it out to the girl. "As I said. I'm lost. You got any idea where this is little Thrai?"

"What's a Thrai?" she asked as she peeled off the rest of the face coverings and took the coat. she wrapped the scarves around her waist like floppy belts. She wasn't going to risk losing them.

"It's an animal from," Sae'sha paled and stumbled over her words, unable to say it, almost breaking down and then getting angry all over again. "From a place I've been. They're vicious in a fight, persistent too. Maybe that's not you, dunno, but it's the only bit of you I've seen yet so." She shrugged.

She winced a bit, recognizing that stumble. She made it all the time. Ever since...

"Morse says you have to fight for what you want..."

That was a very cleaned up version of what Morse said, anyway. As much as Elianne liked cursing, she understood that Morse didn't always like it when someone else did the cursing for her.

Morse didn't like a lot of things.

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