paradisa | 1st Sortie

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[This was more than a little unexpected, waking up in a strange bed located in a lavish room when he had gone to sleep in the home of a civilian living in an area of a nuclear detonation. Needless to say it was far nicer, but it didn't make sense in the slightest. There was only one possible explanation that he could come up with, the open journal catching the rustling of a blanket and a faint chuckle.]

So, the Demon Lord has finally dragged me down to Hell...

[Though 'fancy' wasn't the word that would come to mind to describe Hell at all. He walks around the room a little, noticing the journal from the corner of his eye and making a note to glance through it shortly, as soon as he takes in his surroundings. He goes to the door, opening it and taking a brief glance around the second floor hallway, making a faint smirk appear on his face.]

It was nice of him to even make a reservation for me. Though this isn't quite what I was expecting.

I wonder if he's even here...

[ooc: journal or action, either is fine! he's peering out the door of room 203. c:]

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Huh? Is that someone new?

[Rise's voice sounds a bit uncertain, but this is the first time she's heard this particular person.]

Hey, do you hear me? Your journal's open!

[She also seems very impatient.]

[He quickly turns to look over his shoulder as his hand instinctively places over a pistol at his side - something he kept on him even after being found by those Belkans. Of course, moving that quickly agitated a couple of his wounds, but it was nothing major at least. As intrigued as he is about the journal comment, he's a little more concerned with the fact that the voice he just heard came from behind him in the very room he's in. He's sounding rather calm though.]

Yes, I hear you... now who - and where - are you?

I was about to ask you the same thing! It'd be a lot easier to explain in person. Even though I don't really understand most of it yet, either...

[Her voice trails off for a second before she realizes she should probably answer him.]

Oh, I'm Rise. I'm in the castle too. Did you just wake up in some reeaally comfy bed in a strange room?

[Pixy's gone over and was looking directly at the journal now with a slightly perplexed look. Not only was that girl's voice coming out of it, but the thing was also writing down everything they both had said so far.]

Castle? [Did she mean Stier Castle? No, that didn't make any sense. There was no way a couple of civilians could take him all the way to Stier Castle without him knowing. There was still a chance he was dead, or maybe he was dreaming. None of it sure as hell made any sense. So he just speaks in a dry, almost sarcastic tone.]

And from the way you're talking, I'm going to assume that it happened to you as well then.

Yeah, a couple of days ago. So I thought if someone new just got here, I should try and help out, y'know?

[Her smile is actually almost audible.]

Do you know where you are yet? There should be a number outside your room...

[Wandering through the halls, on his way down to the shooting range from the roof, quiver over his shoulder, a flight case in his left hand.

He's actually whistling softly, cheerfully, as he walks along, nodding to the new face has he peeks out of his room.]

If I knew where I was, then I wouldn't still be wondering.

[He'll stay quiet for a moment. Somehow telling this random talking-through-a-book girl his location didn't really seem like the best idea, but if she had information on this crazy fantasy, then it's definitely worth having. Besides, she'd be coming to him, not the other way around.

So eventually he'll move over to the door and glance on the outside of it-- wait, why the hell did that door have his name on it? Now he really wants some answers as he steps back in and makes another glance towards the journal. His tone isn't particularly the friendliest at the moment now.]

Wherever room 203 would be in this place.

[Okay, something's really off when there's a guy passing by looking rather cheerful. This was Hell, right? Right? Maybe there was more to this place than he thought.

Looking briefly perplexed, he'll return that nod and give a slight smirk, though one with a keen eye could see he's obviously very much on his guard.]

What, this place lets a guy practice archery?

[And a keen eye Hawkeye has. He notices the man being on guard almost instantly, but doesn't draw attention to it. Yet.]

If it didn't, I wouldn't stand for it. You're new here, aren't you?

Oh man, you're all the way down on the second floor?

[She doesn't seem happy about this.]

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can!

[It takes some time, but Rise makes it to the door of Room 203. She can't help but sneak a peek at the nameplate before quietly knocking. After all, she did introduce herself earlier.]

Hello? It's me!

[While she was on her way down, Pixy was just staring at the journal but the knock and her call caught his attention. He cautiously walked over behind the door, hand on his gun. He just came off of being a terrorist, of course he's going to be on guard.]

The door's open.

I suppose you could say that. [He'll open the door a little more and step out slightly, keeping the side his gun's on still out of view for the moment.]

I'm sure you could explain where 'here' is, then?

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[A quick glance up and down, taking in his posture and stance...]

Cair Paradisa. Probably hard to believe, but it's in another dimension or something. And we're trapped here.

[Rise's not entirely comfortable with entering a strange man's room, but he did just invite her. And she took the precaution of scanning with Kanzeon on her way down. She doesn't think he's dangerous.

At least, not the kind she's worried about. So she slowly opens the door and peeks inside.]

... Isn't it a little forward just inviting a girl into your room like tha-

[Rise abruptly stops. The man in front of her is HUGE. She knows she's not very tall, but seriously. He's at least a foot taller. And way bigger. And he looks ready for a fight.]

Whoa, hold on. Nobody's here to hurt you, okay?

[She couldn't even imagine being capable of hurting him...]

...another dimension. [Yeah there's a bit of a flat, disbelieving tone there. Though it at least rules out that this place wasn't Stier Castle after all.]

Then I would assume there's no point in asking how to get out, but rather make the next question how I even got here when I was just in Belka.

You're asking the wrong guy. Some say technology, some say magic. Safe to say, I've never heard of Belka, and I'm pretty well-traveled.

[He only stares for a moment, this whole thing confirming a few things at once. One, the girl IS actually real. Two, the journal somehow was relaying their direct conversation and three, there's no way a pipsqueak like that could harm him in any way, shape or form.

He'll finally relax then, moving his hand away from the gun and turning on his heel to head over to the chair at his desk. He'll drop down into the chair and glance over at her. He's not particularly trusting of her yet, but there's no point in keeping is guard up if only she's around.]

That answered a few questions in itself. [...] You said your name was Rise, was it?

Never heard of the Belkan Federation? [Then there must be some truth in that 'alternate dimension' story. Everyone in his world would have known of Belka in some way. One thing's for certain though, if he's not in Belka, then he might not have to be on guard for the reasons he initially thought of.]

Now I'm feeling less like Cinderella and more like Alice. [He scoffs, remembering a line someone dropped to him months ago. That 'magical carriage' didn't take him to Hell after all. Either way, his posture eases, although not fully.]

I guess I'll have no choice but to believe this for the time being. What's your name?

[Again, noted in the archer's eyes.]

Trust me, I know the feeling. [He offers a hand, standing just out of Larry's reach. Purposfully? Maybe.] Clint. A pleasure.

Yeah, Rise Kujikawa.

[She hesitates for a brief moment.]

And you are...?

[The words feel awkward since she had already looked at the nameplate and she isn't used to waiting for introductions, but she doesn't want to seem rude.]

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Likewise. [He'll glance briefly at Clint's hand before giving another smirk, fully stepping out of his room finally to shake his hand.] Larry, though most tend to call me Pixy.

Quite the nickname. Military? [That is plainly obvious, especially by the side-arm now revealed by getting the man out into the open.]

[That's a bit of an odd name, though he knew an Anton Kupchenko, so it wasn't completely out there, at least. He hesitates slightly again. She probably saw the nameplate, so there wouldn't be very much point in trying to hide it. A little girl wouldn't know much about him anyway, so might as well.]

Larry Foulke. [a pause] But just call me Pixy.

[and he gets straight to the point.] So what is it exactly that you can tell me about this place?

[That side-arm that he won't make any effort to conceal anymore, certainly.] Mercenary. Got a bit of a reputation for myself as the pilot everyone called 'Solo Wing Pixy.'

Pilot, huh? Sounds like an interesting line of work.

[He folds his arms.]

Good reputation or bad?

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