Anemone's been here a few weeks now? Too long for her liking. All Eureka Seven spoilers possible.

[tearsofaphrodite]

There's a teenage girl, lounging lazily and very moodily in the middle of the plaza, very twitchy, and glaring at everyone who's passing by. She seems to have slight spasms sometimes.

"Have you ever considered," she asks, you, or nobody in particular, "just how unfair this place is?! Sure, Dewey isn't here, that's grand, sure, sure, but neither is Nirvash! Nirvash isn't here, and I can't - I can't--!"

Anemone twitches a bit more.

"And I don't even have my medicine! Shouldn't this place give me some, since it brought me here?"

She glares, and sighs.

"Don't just stare, tell me what you think! Isn't this place just unfair?! It's as bad as Sabraather!"

Comments

I know nothing of the canon, wouldn't know a spoiler if it hit me in the face. XD

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch is given pause by the form, not because he cares but because there is a passing excitement because she looks dead, or dying at the very least. Unfortunately, she starts speaking and that leads to an annoyed sigh. Nobody ever died here or at least in front of him.

"Everywhere is unfair." Moloch frowns down at her prone form. He's in all black, mostly leather. Black wings shifting at his back with annoyance and causing the metallic flight feathers to scrape against each other like the sound of a knife being sharpened. When he goes on speaking the click of his sharp, shark-like teeth is present. "You mistake me for whatever servants you had, but most people get here on their own. This place doesn't bring them here. Perhaps, you have problems with responsibility for your actions?"

:D

[tearsofaphrodite]

"Responsibility?"

Anemone asks, drily, but with a hint of confusion. As it's not a word she's heard much of, lately or ever.

She sits up.

[bloodysacrifice]

He looks around and shrugs at her. "No one's keeping you there, so you're responsible for being here and whatever languish you're complaining about."

He finally looks down and laughs at her. "Unless you're content whining like a broken toy."

[tearsofaphrodite]

Still twitchy, Anemone stands down and tries to glare him down. Or rather, glare him up, because of course, as always, she's likely shorter.

But! She has life experience in glaring people up. Though - she somehow has a feeling that won't work on the strange man.

"Shut up, I'm definitely not your toy! You don't even know the first thing about Nirvash - if Nirvash was here, I'd stomp on you with the foot."

[bloodysacrifice]

The cynical laughter that follows her threats is almost jovial. "Oh, little toy, you could be mine for a game or two."

Unafraid he gets into her personal space. "You know nothing of whom you speak to. The many who have tried to stomp upon me lay in graves or found my teeth in thier flesh. Idyl threats little toy."

[tearsofaphrodite]

She doesn't step back. Dewey often gets into her personal space, she trained herself to ignore that, and even not to show disgust, only show that disgust later.

"Just for one or two games? Are you so easily bored?"

"Nirvash's threat are never idle. Nirvash means what Nirvash says, you'll see. When it's here someday."

But the thing is, Nirvash is NOT here. Not in Nexus, and won't be, but Anemone doesn't know that yet. If she knew, THEN she might be afraid.

[bloodysacrifice]

"No." He leans in closer, whispering. "Your kind die too quickly to survive more than that."

He looks down at the girl, disinterested in her threats. "I don't care who you bring. Your threats are as empty as before... because....you don't know who you are talking too."

[tearsofaphrodite]

This is getting slightly weird.

Anemone turns her head away a bit, at least.

"I'm talking about giant robots. Ever seen some?"

[bloodysacrifice]

He smiled at her, smug and proud. "You're talking vague and empty threats because you're still cocksure and have no idea what you're talking to."

[tearsofaphrodite]

She frowns. That guy doesn't believe her, does he?

And- actually, she can't prove this very moment - not until Nirvash gets here, whenever that might be. Stupid Nirvash, not being here right now, stupid, stupid, stupid!

And Dominic- not that Dominic would help, but, stupid!

Anemone takes a step back. She twitches a little.

"And what's that? I thought I was talking to an idiot."

[adregem]

Roland's out on patrol, gathering information wherever he can. Although he keeps his duty mostly out of habit, the leader in him knows that he always needs to be prepared, especially in foreign territory. However, he wasn't quite ready to hear the whines of a pink-haired girl lounging about by the plaza. He approaches her, one arm cocked against his hip.

"Is this where we line up to complain about this place? I've got a few." He remarks dryly, a smirk on his face. His mood turns serious in an instant. "But if you have a pre-existing condition that needs medicine, you definitely need to get some help from the locals here. Have you tried asking?"

[tearsofaphrodite]

Dominic? No. He just has that air, a bit.

She turns away, angry at him now for not being Dominic. (Nobody said she has to be rational.)

"Shut up. I am asking."

Still not looking at him.

"Don't you feel asked?"

[adregem]

Roland cocks an amused eyebrow at the youth, far too used to the antics of the citizens of Evemore (or Tani, for that matter) to turn offended. He chuckles under his breath.

"Sure. Thanks for...'asking' me. But unfortunately, my answer is no. I don't have what you're looking for. You might get better help from someone who's been here longer. I've just gotten a map of the place and...I don't even know where to begin if I wanted to get treatment."

He wasn't exaggerating either. Roland's seen his fair share of large countries, expansive borders, and a second, whole new world even, but the Nexus was no joke. It was directionless, but full of life. Five seconds into his resources and he understood that it was pointless to try and figure out the logistics of this magical realm.

"What's your medicine called? Let's ask around." Dad-mode activated.

[tearsofaphrodite]

Yes, 'a dominic', she judges, for now. Same type of person, that is.

She frowns when he asks for the name of medicine.

"How am I supposed to know?"

[adregem]

Not to put it lightly, but Roland can't help but make a face at that statement. He crosses his arms in his usual position.

"You...don't know the name of your own medicine...?" That's hard to believe. She keeps twitching without it, by the looks of things.

[tearsofaphrodite]

"They always give it to me."

Ehh...

She stands up slowly.

"Can you help me look around?"

[adregem]

They?

He hums thoughtfully. This girl, as strange as she's been acting, didn't seem like she was just messing around with him. She's obviously had an experience, and it doesn't take Roland long to figure out that she's honest about not knowing what they put inside of her. He frowns. That doesn't sit well with him, not at all.

He unfolds his arms and nods. "I'd be happy to. And just so you're not walking around with some stranger, the name's Roland. Hope we find what you're looking for, Miss...?"

[tearsofaphrodite]

"Anemone."

"Roland. Are you in the military? You seem that way. Hummm, maybe not."

She honestly doesn't care what they inject into her, as long as it works, and it does work, though for shorter and shorter time. And now, Nexus, there's - nothing like that. She can live without it, true, but - it hurts to take the medicine, but it also hurts not to take it, and she can't stand it, sometimes.

"Roland, I can tell you more about Nexus, I guess."

What benevolence, right?

"You seem rather new? Or maybe you've been living under a rock."

/headcanon coming your way

[adregem]

"Anemone. Got it."

As they make their way around the Nexus, Roland allows his new companion to take the lead. He watches her closely, making sure she stays steady while they search for what she needs.

"Heh, I guess you could say that. I did serve some time in the ranks. But that was a long time ago. I'm - I used to be - Chief Consul to King Evan of Evermore, before all this." He has a thought he voices out immediately: "Ever heard of that kingdom?"
It would be a good chance to gather information from those who come from other worlds. He had only a base understanding of interdimensional travel, but finding out if someone knew of his new home world was the best start he could hope for.

"Any help would be appreciated. Any leads you could give me on how to get home, maybe? You're not wrong - I'm the new kid on the block. It's only been a couple of days since my warm welcome."

[silverseamariner]

"Well! I don't know where Sabraather is, but you look troubled, lass. If you need a doctor, I can point you in that direction."

The Mariner doesn't really like the stranger's attitude, but if she's sick that's more important. She's put up with obnoxious people before, but she doesn't want this stranger hurt. She could stand to learn a lesson in self-reliance, though. skekSa has her Sifa crew with her, but doesn't rely on them for everything. She likes handling things herself when possible.

"But you won't have everything handed to you here. You'll find people and things who can help you, but there are still things you have to do yourself. You'll find no servants here."

[tearsofaphrodite]

Servants?

"I know I don't have servants, you- hey, what are you?"

Anemone sits up, just still twitching slightly, but it'll pass.

"Tell me what you are, that might actually be enough to stop thinking about other stuff, for now."

[silverseamariner]

"I am a Skeksis. Your first one, I can guess. You may call me Captain skekSa."

The Mariner stands straight, her larger pair of arms folded. She's wearing her usual feathered hat and scarlet longcoat.

"And you're a human, I assume, lass. Correct me if I'm wrong."

[tearsofaphrodite]

"Yeah, I'm a human. I guess you've met some. No, never met any skeksises, what are they - you all like?"

She's seen some weird people arleady in this place, but a skek or whatever might take the cake, so far.

Actually, it reminds her of how there were all manners of strange people in the previous not-home, Sabraather. Nexus is like that, huh?

Possibly.

She's still feeling unwell, but at least now there's some diversion.

[silverseamariner]

"There aren't many of us here. We're aliens, by the standards of human beings."

Though humans are alien by Thra standards, since they're a native Earth species not from skekSa's home system. Either of them.

Though she's more attached to Thra as a home than the urSkek homeworld.

[tearsofaphrodite]

She twitches a little. She'd still like her medicine, but, for now...

"Yeah, aliens, like half of Nexus, from what I've seen, you're not so special. 've you ever seen any humans before Nexus?"