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Post by galaxia on Mar 12, 2009 4:50:38 GMT
So once again things had come full-circle, as they so often seemed to do in this life. Once again the former Golden Queen found herself back on the world where she had regained her soul, and once again she had to question whether she had much of one at all, after all that had happened.
Even if the existence and worth of her own soul may have been in question, her reason for having come back to this world was quite clear. She was here to find the one who was half-human and half-vampire-- the only one capable of truly killing a vampire.
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Post by Karinta24 on Mar 14, 2009 16:54:53 GMT
Amnual had just finished talking to some rather grumpy nobles about matters of... oh gosh, he didn't even care.
"It's becoming so tiring dealing with all the nobles around here day in and day out" He stated not so much to his attached-to-his-hip bodyguard so much as just to say it. Lyon, the bodyguard, saw it fit to give him a minor lecture for this however. "Prince! You have to do this, it's your royal duty. Besides, Princess Lym has to keep up her studies so she can be the great ruler that Falena needs!" Amnual glanced up at her and then gave a sigh, "I know, I know."
Standing up he headed out to the garden area, surprisingly Lyon didn't follow him this time. He looked over at one of the garden benches and spotted Vikki, the resident time traveler. She can send people and herself to other places, times, and dimensions at will, however when she sneezes her magic can make her or other people teleport without her know where they've gone.
Amnual came up to Vikki and greeted her with a smile. "Oh! Hello Prince!" She said happily as she looked up at him "Is something wrong?" "No, just getting some fresh air." Amnual stated, sitting down next to the time traveler. Vikki grabbed a flower up from next to the bench. "These are just so pretty, you know," she spoke as she looked at the flower, "and they smell so...AH-AH-AHCHOO!!" Vikki had just sniffed the flower and the pollen caused her to sneeze, all of a sudden the prince saw everything around him fade away.
He closed his eyes, grabbing his Sun Nunchaku since he fully expected to be flung into a field full of monsters. Slowly he opened them and glanced around. He found himself to be in a town-type area, however it was not one he recognized. A sudden loud honking noise came from behind him and caused him to jump. An angry voice followed, yelling at him to get out of the road. He looked back at the object being driven by the person and stared in confusion for a moment, though after being yelled at again he quickly removed himself from the road.
"Where am I?"
He had been wandering this strange place for almost an hour now without finding a person who would tell him where he was. He had asked about ten of the oddly dressed folk at this point, who in response to his question had given him looks even odder than their clothes.
Amnual made his way to a park, or at least he assumed it was a park since he could not read the signs. It was confusing to him that he spoke the same language as these people but they had an entirely different system of writing.
It took a short while before he spotted a tall woman in the distance, she had an odd air about her, something almost mystical. The lost prince figured this person was going to be the best bet for answering his questions.
He started up a jog as he made his way to her location, long silver-white hair and scarf flapping in the wind. Thanks to his fit condition he made it to her in no time flat, and on top of that he wasn't even out of breath.
"Excuse me, Ma'am," the teen prince started cautiously, "I was wondering if you could tell me where I am... and perhaps how to get back to Sol-Falena?" |
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Post by galaxia on Mar 14, 2009 23:53:15 GMT
It was the middle of the day-- hardly peak vampire time, but the time of day when it should've occurred to Galaxia that normal people who might question a woman in a golden fuku might be about. It wasn't until she heard the sound of running footsteps on the paved trail behind her that she thought to change out of her Senshi form. In a flash of golden light, she was clad instead in a gown of the softest yellow, with a halter neck, crystal ornament at the gathered bust, and a long, full skirt which showed just a glimpse of her bejewelled t-strap stilettos. Okay, so it wasn't the sort of thing one normally wore to a public park, but it would still raise fewer questions than what she had been wearing.
Besides, when the one she heard behind her did come into view, it wasn't as though his attire was any less conspicuous. Nor was the request he made once he finally caught up to her.
"My, you are a long way from home," she informed him with a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're in a city called Tokyo, in the country of Japan, on the quaint little frontier planet known as Earth."
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Post by Karinta24 on Mar 15, 2009 18:30:03 GMT
Amnual let out a small sigh of relief, glad to have found someone who didn't give him a funky stare and walk away and plus he finally had an answer to his question. Though... the answer didn't help much. As he thought it over his face contorted into pure confusion.
Tokyo? Japan? Earth? These things he had never heard of in his life. Another planet? This could be messy. It was extreamly rare to find anyone with teleportation powers on his own world, and it appeared even less likely here. All things considered, this woman was the closest thing to normal he had see all day, so the prince was at least thankful for that.
He tucked a small bit of his silver bangs behind his ears as he fumbled for something to say. Conversing with strangers was not his strong point. "Well, uh... Any ideas on how to get to Sol-Falena?" Amnual questioned before quickly saying, "Sorry! I just relised how rude I've been, I'm Amnual Falenas, sorry for not telling you when I came up." |
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Post by galaxia on Mar 30, 2009 2:44:56 GMT
. . .No, she supposed she shouldn't have expected the strangely-dressed boy to leave once he had his answer (though she'd rather hoped that would be the case). Now he was asking directions, and introducing himself like she was supposed to care.
"Good for you," was all she said in response to the introduction.
If she was at all curious as to whom or what this person was or how he got himself into such a predicament, it didn't show in her body language. Rather than looking at him properly while speaking, her ruby eyes scanned the area for some sign she might be on the right track with her own search.
A small, unamused laugh escaped her gold-painted lips. "You know you're a long way from home when I have no idea to what place you're referring."
The idea struck her that the lost boy may be of some use to her, however-- as vampire bait. Now, for the first time, her eyes settled properly on the small form before her.
"I'm a bit of an amateur mystery buff, myself," she lied as convincingly as possible. "I've heard stories about this park-- vortexes to other planets and dimensions, strange people and creatures appearing from nowhere. Most likely, they're just stories parents tell their teen-agers so they won't stay out late at night, but I was hoping to spend a night here and try to find out. If you're not too afraid to join me, we could find out together. . . and if there's a way to get back to where you come from through here. . . Well, it's a better chance than roaming the city approaching random strangers, anyway."
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Post by Karinta24 on Mar 31, 2009 23:36:00 GMT
Amnual was put off quite a bit by how rude the woman was being to him. The people on this planet seem to really have no manners.
He paled slightly after hearing the bit about not knowing where he's from. However the color returned to his face as she continued on.
"Yes, that would be great!" the prince replied, smiling a bit. So what if this woman had no manners? At least she knows a possible way to return home. |
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Post by galaxia on Apr 1, 2009 4:10:20 GMT
Fortunately, he was just as gullible as he looked, and questioned neither the change in attitude nor the story she fed him. Whether that was a testament to her acting ability or just a sign of stupidity, she neither knew nor cared.
"Meet me back here around sunset; very little of supernatural interest happens before then."
She had returned to visually scanning the area rather than looking at him, and in the distance thought she might've spotted something of interest. It was hard to tell through the trees, but it may just have been a building of some sort. If one were going to check out a possibly vampire-infested building, day seemed the most logical time to do so. While the idea of vampires sleeping the day away in coffins may have been a bit antiquated, but the fact they preferred to do their dastardly deeds under cover of night still held true, didn't it?
Without even a proper good-bye to the strange little boy, she started off in the direction of the building.
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Post by Karinta24 on Apr 4, 2009 0:31:06 GMT
The young prince was yet again baffled by the rudeness the woman was showing him. Getting used to this type of thing would be next to impossible, and hopefully not necessary if he can get home tonight.
Amnual decided he'd mill about this place until latter, however trying not to stray too far from the park. If he lost where the park was he'd be losing a chance at getting home. |
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Post by galaxia on Apr 4, 2009 5:59:10 GMT
The building in question was large and had the appearance of being abandoned, but not in a state of disrepair. That could be a sign that someone was staying there, or simply that the park's maintainers were keeping it up. The windows, being mostly made of stained glass, didn't reveal much of what lay inside.
The thought of what any dirt and dust inside might do to her gown only barely crossed Galaxia's mind before she tried one of the doors leading inside. It wasn't the front entrance, but a smaller door located towards the back of the building. . . and at first, it wasn't budging at all. Perhaps it was blocked by something, or had swelled shut? After a quick look around to make sure no-one was there to see her breaking and entering, she placed a shoulder to the door and forced it. The door creaked, quivered. . . and fell over, completely broken off its hinges. Sometimes she seemed to forget her own strength! Another (sheepish) look around the area followed, to make sure no-one had seen such a delicate-looking woman perform such a feat. Then she cautiously slipped in via the broken-out door, ever wary of the booby traps a creepy old place like this might stereotypically have.
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