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thoughtformed2013-06-23 06:44 pm
soracles) wrote in thoughtformed2013-06-23 06:44 pm
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Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!
The past few days — wait, was it days or hours? or neither? — have not really been all that kind to Sora.
But dreams have a habit of meandering from one point to the next, of managing to appear significant and impotent at the same time, don't they? As he'd run through the sidelong pathways and skewed buildings of The World That Never Was, Sora'd bumped into too many familiar faces — and the ones he didn't recognize, he thought he should have.
And then, "It has to be him." And then, before he could consider it further, he was shuffled along to much less familiar faces. Or were the two who stood before him in place of his best friends really that unfamiliar?
And then he woke up.
Honestly, Sora hadn't really absorbed much about what he'd been told in the hospital. He's pretty sure he had asked questions, maybe he had shrugged his shoulders and commented on how he needed to make sure his friends were okay. That part he remembers well enough, though now, as he stepped carefully down the street, peering into buildings and glancing around corners and maybe stopping along the way to ask passersby for directions, he really had two things on his mind.
Well, all right, two. The first was the fact that his Dream Eaters were missing, curiously. If this wasn't a dream world, where exactly in relation to home had he awakened?
The other was that he had to find Riku.
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!
The past few days — wait, was it days or hours? or neither? — have not really been all that kind to Sora.
But dreams have a habit of meandering from one point to the next, of managing to appear significant and impotent at the same time, don't they? As he'd run through the sidelong pathways and skewed buildings of The World That Never Was, Sora'd bumped into too many familiar faces — and the ones he didn't recognize, he thought he should have.
And then, "It has to be him." And then, before he could consider it further, he was shuffled along to much less familiar faces. Or were the two who stood before him in place of his best friends really that unfamiliar?
And then he woke up.
Honestly, Sora hadn't really absorbed much about what he'd been told in the hospital. He's pretty sure he had asked questions, maybe he had shrugged his shoulders and commented on how he needed to make sure his friends were okay. That part he remembers well enough, though now, as he stepped carefully down the street, peering into buildings and glancing around corners and maybe stopping along the way to ask passersby for directions, he really had two things on his mind.
Well, all right, two. The first was the fact that his Dream Eaters were missing, curiously. If this wasn't a dream world, where exactly in relation to home had he awakened?
The other was that he had to find Riku.
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He tilts his head contemplatively when Sora offers to help him in return, and a mysterious smile appears on his face. "Nothing at present, anyway. I'll let you know if there comes a time where you could help me in the future."
He turns back the way he way walking, gesturing down the road. "There's a lovely diner down this way. Shall we?"
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Sora fell right in line behind Koizumi — now that he had guidance of some sort on this world, now that he had someone to tag along with (yup, he considers people friends about that quickly), he saw no problem with relaxing considerably. Getting a better look at the street they were walking down.
"So... Have you always lived here? Wait — I don't think I got your name. Mine's Sora."
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He notes how much his compatriot seems to relax at the presence of a guide. Well, it made sense, even if looking so relaxed is a bit unusual. Then again, he may only causing himself to appear relaxed - his true emotions could be enormously different, as Koizumi well knows.
"I arrived on the island a little more than a year ago." He turns to offer a handshake while they're walking, so he's proceeding backward. "Itsuki Koizumi. It's a pleasure."
After the handshake he completes the turn, not even pausing as he continues walking forward. "A large number of people on this island - by far the majority - are natives, 'nonfictionals.' They mostly seem to try to ignore us and lead normal lives - or at least as normal a life as you can live on this island. About a hundred of us are like you - supposedly 'fictional', drawn here against our will, and trapped with no foreseeable way off the island." He says it cheerfully enough, seemingly unbothered by the situation.
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Sora hadn't been entirely bothered by being told that he was fictional, but that may have been because he was more confused by everything that had been happening to him before he woke up in New Moore. It wasn't the first time he had simply woken up somewhere new in a split second recently.
But the idea of being trapped with no progress on escaping, after he'd more or less been free to travel the worlds as he pleased, was one of the more unsettling thoughts that's crossed his mind in the past few hours.
That might explain his stunned silence, anyway.
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"I'm afraid so. People are 'released' seemingly at random, supposedly into society to live in whatever the 'real world' is - but this is just what we here from the officials. All we know for certain is that they disappear without a trace and without warning, and if they ever show up again, they have no recollection of being here."
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"And nobody's told us why we're here?" He'd probably have to exhaust his own searching to be convinced that they were truly trapped here, honestly. Sora's a stubborn kid. Though, if he were to find a way out, by the way it sounds, there's a chance he wouldn't remember it anyway.
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They reach the restaurant he had decided on, and he holds the door open for Sora on the way in. "And it's not as if there's really anyone else to ask. The civilian 'nonfictionals' don't know anything, and neither do any of us. The doctors don't say anything, aside from what you've already heard. And there's supposed some form of government ruling the island, but we rarely see any sign that they exist, and never in person."
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"Well... the people I've met here are definitely friendly." With an affable smile directed at Koizumi.
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Koizumi returns the smile in kind, and nods. "The people are generally the one upside to being trapped on the island."