001, Arrival , OTA

[lifethread]

Who: Dust & OTA
What: Arriving in the city/outside the school and being incredibly lost.
Where: Around campus
When: 03/22
Warnings: None



It had been a long trek from the small encampment outside the city where he’d spent the last week. The strange people who had helped nurse him back to 'health' had not given him much in way of instructions on what to do when he returned to the city. All he'd been given was a bag of unfamiliar belongings with clues on where he could have called home. One such item in the back was a room key for the school in the city, Dorm 403. At least if nothing else, he would have a place to sleep.

That is, if he could find the door which the key belonged to.

Dust instinctively put a hand to his forehead as he mentally poured over the details he recalled from the last few days. All he had to do was find this place where he supposedly lived before losing his memories and then things could start going back to normal. Once he got amidst familiar surroundings, the ones that took care of him assured him that his memories would begin returning.

But instead of looking certain of his goals, he looked...incredibly lost. Dust stopped and stared up at the buildings that surrounded him as if he saw them for the first time. Every street looked alien and every road looked strange. Nothing looked familiar. Shouldn't he have felt at least a little at ease in being in the city again? “Maybe once I find this school, I’ll remember something.” He said sigh a sigh.

Comments

[heromedal]

Rex is a naturally suspicious person, which is a polite way of saying he suffers from severe paranoia. Often off in the surrounding wilderness tending to his projects he'd rather others not see, Dust's first point of contact with Daybreak is a 7'4 man with a shovel over one shoulder, coat zipped up to his nose.

"Lost?" He asks, his voice a deep deadpan and eyes scrutinising the... fox... man? He knows it's unfair to assume any non-human is an enemy, but it is fair because he presumes everyone is a potential enemy no matter who or what they are. Even his friends.

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Dust glanced up, and up, and up at the person who towered above him. This person seemed just as tall as one of the buildings Dust had been admiring.

"Something like that." He offered with a cant of the head. Wouldn't he have to know where he was even going before he could say that he was lost? Well, whatever the case, maybe he could ask this stranger to point him in the right direction. Or any direction. "I just arrived in town and I was looking for a school that's somewhere around here...?"

[heromedal]

"Indeed? And for what purpose?" To some, it may seem fairly obvious. But Rex always did his best to not make presumptions... but also always presumed the worst, because he wasn't especially good at it. He kept the shovel slung across his shoulder, idly rocking it back and forth by the end of the handle, his other hand in his coat pocket.

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Right... Purpose. Though he felt a twinge of hesitation - one might call it suspicion - but Dust brushed the strange apprehension aside quickly. He needed to find this school for clues of his memories first and foremost.

Dust dug through his belongings and fished out a small key with the label '403' at the top of it. "I'm looking for the place that this key belongs to. I think it's my old room."

[heromedal]

"You think it's your old room," he repeats, a brow slightly raised.

What a bizarre statement, without the pre-knowledge that Dust is missing memories. This fellow raises a huge number of questions, but what doesn't around here? Still, the key does look like a Lumière one. It's enough it seems he is meant to be here.

"what do you mean your 'old' room, if this is your first time here?"

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"Yes and no." He said. Though with a statement like that, he couldn't just be vague about it; it was something that required an explanation. Dust sighed and put a hand to his forehead. "I was told I lived here before, but I don't remember anything about this city. I came here looking to regain the memories I've lost."

[heromedal]

The good old amnesia ruse, eh? Rex thinks to himself, though he internally admits the key adds some credence to the story.

"Quite the conundrum," Rex says with a voice that offers no sympathy at all, despite that fact it's swiftly building in him. He is, after all, someone whose entire identity is determined by his memories of the glorious golden days from his youth. Briefly forgetting he's not actually an old man, he just talks like one. "Very well. I shall escort you."

He points with his shovel the correct direction and starts to walk.

"Rex."

That's his whole introduction, he's not just randomly saying king in Latin.

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"I..ah.." This new acquaintance left no room for refusal or explanation before setting off, and if Dust wanted anything more he supposed there was nothing left to do but follow after. Considering he had no other leads, there was nothing in particular to lose by it.

So Dust trotted after and offered a name in return. "Dust." He said simply. "And thank you." He looked ahead with a smile. "I don't think I could have found what I was looking for without some help."

[heromedal]

"I'm not so sure of that," he replied just as a straightforwardly, always looking to downplay anything positive about his actions. "Once you see the school, you'll realise how difficult it is to miss."

His words proved true shortly after they turn a corner as, although they were still a fair distance from it, he pointed with his shovel to the academy. Practically a fortress and certainly the most impressive set of structures in the town. "...Student, or faculty?"

A reasonable question, in Rex's mind. It would be perfectly in keeping with Daybreak to hire an amnesiac being of indeterminate species to teach something.

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A blink. He hadn't thought of what portion of the school he could have belonged to. "I'm not sure." With a sigh he added, "I hope I'm not a teacher." Someone who couldn't remember anything would make for a poor teacher indeed.

"Are the room numbers separated by students and faculty, or is that something you have to know?" If the numbers differed between students and teachers, they could just follow the numbers until they reacher 403. Wherever it was.

[prisoneroffate]

[It is not uncommon for Joker to be out and about exploring. And when he sees the newcomer, he can't help but shadow him, following him curiously while keeping hidden. Dust, however, may sense he is being followed. While Joker is pretty skilled, he isn't impossible to detect.]

[lifethread]

[ At first, Dust wandered street after street. But after some time he could feel a nagging sensation in his gut that he was being... watched. He couldn't figure out why or where the feeling came from and Dust ignored it at first. But as he walked on, the feeling became more and more apparent, and soon he couldn't ignore it. Dust stopped walking and looked glanced behind him. Was something there? ]

Hello?

[prisoneroffate]

[Joker steps out casually from behind some brush, hands in his jacket pockets]

You're pretty perceptive.

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[ Dust makes a face. So it wasn't just paranoia... the twinge in his gut had been right about being watched. Huh.]

I don't suppose that's why you were following me.

[prisoneroffate]

[Joker smiles faintly]

No, although it did make it interesting. You new here?

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[ How to answer that one. ]

You could say that.

[prisoneroffate]

You've been wandering around a bit. Did you need directions?

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[ He pauses. He hated being followed to the extent of someone noticing that much about him. Ugh. ] You could say that. I'm looking for a school.

[prisoneroffate]

Daybreak? You're a bit of a ways out, but I can take you there.