Two unusual arrivals from two unrelated worlds.

[dualdestiny]

[OOC: warning, both in potentia chock full of spoilers from their respective series! (Escaflowne and Voltron, that is. Honerva from Voltron and the other character, on dualdestiny account, from Escaflowne (Escaflowne's an old mecha and travelling to another world and other stuff anime series) /ooc]

Two people who didn't arrive together, not at all. They both just happened to appear in Nexus at the same time, for no reason, just pure chance. Completely unconnected in any and all realities.

Somewhere near the plaza.

One of them, a blonde young woman, probably, though one can't be quite sure, immediately asks, "When my brother inevitably comes here, could you please tell him that I haven't been kidnapped? Possibly."

She seems a bit spacey and maybe not quite there, unfocused.

Another, an older white-haired woman, hooded, who seems much, much more focused on the here and now, and on reality, maybe, just tilts her head slightly at the question, but then seems to accept it as possibly a valid concern, just nods curtly at that. Then, she says,

"There are several acquaintances I've made in this reality. However, I'm not certain where exactly they live. Could you please help me find them? I'd be most obliged."

The young woman walks off in the meantime, not interested in that stranger. Walks off to wherever there might be flowers or butterflies or blood or the moon or anyone yelling.

Feel free to approach any of them, anyone. Not together, because they probably won't be together at any time, unless randomly. Just, any of the two.

From the Eastern Country

[blueeyedmother]

[OOC: When replying, please include the time of day.. morning, noon, evening, night.. that your character is coming. It will effect the outcome.]

It's hard to say when it happened, overnight or in the wee-hours of the morning, but at some point a portion of the plaza was hung in webbing that strung like spun glass across the facades and alleys. Small beads of crystalline material hung from the webbing like drops of dew on the workings of a spider at sunrise. As the breeze touched the layers of webbing the glass tinkled like chimes but there's an undertone of wailing and human cries in the sound. It's a ghostly sound of unknown origin.

However, on closer inspection of the web one could find skeletons hung, barren bones held in their natural position by more glass webbing. It almost looks like a crypt shrine for the dead in some church under tunnels, though these appear to be only the bones of large mammals instead of humans. The scene under sun or light throws shadows and reflections across the plaza. The glittering like light through a sun catcher dazzling a million colors across the ground and buildings across the street.

The approach of a person is what starts the whispering. "Where has mother gone?" repeated over and over in hundreds of voices from within the webbing. Slowly, tentatively, spiderlings come out the size of a human hand and shaped like orb weaving spiders. However, they are nearly transparent and as they move mirrored sections appear and disappear on the surface of their bodies.

"Where has mother gone?" They ask again in a chorus of eerie voices that are accompanied by human like blue eyes staring expectantly, with hope, at whomever is listening.