THE ROOM(MATE)

[damn_juicebox]

WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, OPEN (especially to people in B-03)
WHAT: Rukia explores the city to learn how to navigate this new place and to find the best trees to climb what no, as well as get a look at the house where she was assigned to live.
WHEN: Backdated to September 5th - Early Evening
WHERE: Aqures Ixren, then B-03
WARNINGS: None. Rukia is short.


[Moving Around the City]

Chappopo the Moogle was lucky. The hero she'd been assigned to was a couple of inches under five feet tall. As such, there was no need to worry about keeping up with a long-legged stride. Rukia's pace was brisk and confident, but her stride was short. She showed her curiosity without reservation, moving past the populace and pausing occasionally to examine a vendor's cart or a shop window. Doing so allowed her to catch a glimpse of her reflection. The ninja's hood and mask were slipped down long ago, and she was relieved to find that her appearance was largely unchanged. She still looked as she had when she was a Soul Reaper.

"I should like to know the places of importance," Rukia said, pulling herself away from a clothing shop. Wearing robes of black so openly amongst other humans was a little strange, but at least she wasn't alone. She saw at least one or two others wearing the same ninja garments as she did.

"Kupo? Should we visit the airship port?"

Rukia smiled. Airships... She could imagine what those would be like. She inclined her head. "I would like that, thank you."

Maybe they could get something to eat, as well. Surely they would have given her some of these 'gils' they'd mentioned, to see to her basic needs.



[Finding B-03]

It was dark by the time Rukia had got her fill of the city. There was still much more to see (particularly the Chocobo Stables, which were closed much to her disappointment), but she was tired and more than ready to rest. Following Chappopo's directions, Rukia approached the house to which she was assigned. It seemed like a comfortable place, at least from the outside. As to what the interior held, she couldn't guess. Rukia rapped politely on the front door with her knuckles.

"There will be others living here as well?"

"Three, I believe," Chappopo answered.

Rukia nodded slowly, thoughtful. Interesting. It would be good in any case to meet others who were better versed in the world and the duties of being a Hero of Light. She stood patiently on the front step, arms resting loosely at her sides.

"I'll leave you to it, then. Good night, Rukia-po!"

She smiled warmly. "Good night to you as well. Thank you for your guidance this day."


[OOC: Still new, feel free to let me know if I made a mistake, and I'll edit!]

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In the city!

[tacticallyminded]

Robin wanted to greet the new arrivals personally, but it hadn't happened that way. She had been busy -- both helping with Fairy Tail's efforts to reconstruct the city, military concerns, and her own personal research at the library -- and had simply not gotten out to meet them. She felt a little guilty -- but not so much to stop in her errands.

Her moogle, Marc, walked after. He was ever patient. He also had a trio of books in his arms, to match the bag full of them that Robin was carrying. She promised to return them to the library.

She paused as she saw Rukia, then raised a hand. Someone new? Perhaps. She waved her hand as she saw her. "Ah, hello!" the tactician called out. She smiled, a moment after she did. "Are you new?" A beat. "As in new-new?"

[damn_juicebox]

"Hm?" Rukia withdrew her finger, about to proud a wooden carving next to a store's front entrance, and straightened. She blinked, twice, and realized that she was indeed being addressed by this friendly silver-haired woman. She bobbed her head.

"I am," Rukia replied, as Chappopo waddled delicately to stand beside her. The cheerful moogle waved at Marc, before scurrying forward to help with the load of books. "I arrived just this morning, as a matter of fact."

The people in this town were welcoming and friendly. That was unexpected. She never thought she'd be made to feel at home quite this fast. "Kuchiki Rukia," she introduced herself, putting a hand against her chest.

[tacticallyminded]

"Ah, a fresh arrival! I remember when I did," Robin said, smiling. She came closer, before she extended a hand out to Rukia to shake. The silver-haired woman nodded, before her smile relaxed slightly -- she looked a little awkward, then as she realized. She wasn't, in the grand scheme of things, that much newer.

"I'm Robin," she said. "Ah, no surname, at least not that I remember."

She could ask Morgan, but that might get awkward in short order. The woman tilted her head to the side. "I arrived about four months ago. How've you found it so far?"

[damn_juicebox]

What...? Ah, yes, a typical human greeting common in the western parts of the Living World. Rukia's hesitation was brief before she took Robin's hand with a firm grip to establish the proper greeting. "Hello, Robin. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Those were an awful lot of books. Rukia regarded them, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. Were they for research, or pleasure? She was about to ask, before Robin made her polite inquiry.

"It's a fascinating society," she said, folding her arms. "There is much I have yet to understand, but the experience is pleasant, I suppose. I do have a few reservations nonetheless."

Again her gaze strayed to the books. "Do you need some assistance with those?"

B-03

[line_piece]

[The door opens and there is a girl standing about half a foot taller than Rukia standing there, with a somewhat vacant expression on her face. She blinks once or twice, tilting her head to the side quizzically.]

...Hi.

[damn_juicebox]

Good evening.

[Rukia returns the greeting politely.]

Kuchiki Rukia. I was informed that I was to live at this particular address?

[It occurs to her that she had no way of knowing whether or not she was even expected. She has no letter of introduction, and there's no nameplate on the door to indicate who was meant to reside within. Hopefully that wouldn't be a problem, then.]

[line_piece]

Oh.

Okay.

[Not entirely unexpected, but also a bit of a surprise. It's the right time of the month, Chiaki wasn't sure where the next batch of Heroes would be appearing.]

I'm Chiaki Nanami.

[damn_juicebox]

[Oh? Then it wasn't a problem after all. Relieved, Rukia relaxed slightly with a smile.]

I am pleased to meet you. Currently I have no belongings. I only just arrived this morning.

[So she'd like to know what to do about that.]

City - Post Mognet

[oldspyce]

Raven still wasn't comfortable here, but he made a lot more progress than he did the first day he arrived. The place was weird, and off kilter to what he was used too. Which was saying a lot considering Raven had done just about everything a person could do in a life time. Live the life of the rich and famous. Draft into the military at a prime young age, and suffer the consequences of war. Represent the military in a profound and professional manner. Even go about the guild as a "pay-for-hire" kind of guy while ultimately serving the benefit of another. Most recently, on the guild spectrum, represent a good, honest guild who wanted nothing more than to help those who needed it most. Now, however, he found himself caught up in yet another battle of sorts, where his participation was necessary to not only save this world, but his own once again.

While he was making his way when he heard about the airships. A subject he had pursued the first day he was here.

"They're not all that interestin'." He noted. "I'd be happy ta show ya somethin' more worth wild." And that was a perverted joke.

[damn_juicebox]

Rukia blinked, startled at the initial claim. An airship? Not interesting? Surely he had to be joking, for a vessel meant to navigate the skies could be nothing less than captivating.

That was before he followed up his claim with an innuendo. "Oh?"

Suddenly he had Rukia's full interest. She turned fully toward him with a smile. "Certainly! What is it?"

Was it a chocobo? It was probably a chocobo. She'd been looking forward to seeing one of those.

[oldspyce]

And in one exchange alone, Raven instantly notice her lack of regard in response to his statement. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was naive. This was going to be way more fun than he originally thought.

"On second thought...maybe yer too young. I wouldn't want ta ruin yer youth." If he only knew.

[damn_juicebox]

"Not so!" She planted her hands on her nonexistent hips, looking more than a little proud of herself. "Despite my appearance, I have lived several more lifetimes than that of a human like yourself."

Which begged the question, how old was this human body of hers supposed to be? It probably didn't matter, unless there was something important and age-restrictive.

And apparently there was something very important that he meant to deny her, because of her mistaken youth? Unacceptable. She wanted to see what was better than airships.

city!

[makingfriends]

Following his moogle's delayed "reminder" that today was another hero drop-off, Ventus had -- against her intentions, although she didn't argue -- started to make a few short rounds through the city, just to see if he didn't notice (and preferably recognize) any new faces. He noticed a few, sure, but no one familiar had caught his attention since Ira. He couldn't deny that it was a little disappointing, but it helped to remind himself of the friends he did currently have with him, the companions he'd be returning home to at the end of the day.

Still, he had a lot to think about now, and his mood seemed to fluctuate every few minutes between neutral and his default cheerful. Mograe helped, sticking close to his shoulder and keeping the conversation light, but that only did so much when Ven's thoughts were still racing through memories both new and old. At one point he stopped to stare into the window of a cafe -- the owner must have finally gotten the repairs finished, because it was up and running with customers bustling in and out. That made him smile; people were recovering, and for that he had to be grateful.

After a couple seconds, he realized someone else nearby had also stopped to look in the window. A woman he didn't recognize -- with a moogle, and in recognizable Job clothes. Pensive mood or no, Ven spoke up out of impulsive habit.

"Hi. Did you just arrive, too?"

[damn_juicebox]

Rukia blinked, diverting her attention to the young man standing in front of her. His hairstyle was awfully similar to a certain substitute soul reaper. "Indeed," she confirmed with a smile, turning to face him. How pleased she was to see that everyone in this city was so warm and welcoming. If everybody was this approachable, she had little doubt that she would adapt in no time.

"I am Kuchiki Rukia." Her gaze slipped to the Moogle close behind him. "And yourself? You have just awoken as well, I presume?"

[makingfriends]

Excuse her, Ven's hair is much cooler At the equally polite greeting, Ven's smile quickly grew to its usual enthusiastic size. He couldn't blame those who arrived in less welcoming spirits, but it was always nice to see others taking well to the situation.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Ventus -- just Ven for short." Shaking his head, he added, "No, I've been here a few months, actually. But you're not the first newcomer I've met today. You look like you're taking it pretty well, though."

[damn_juicebox]

Rukia smiled, pleased at the compliment. If that's what he believed, then her attempts to fit into this new society were successful! It was certainly easier to blend in here than it was in the Living World, but perhaps this is only due to her recent experience.

"It's unusual, but not entirely unpleasant," she remarked, resting a hand comfortably near the hilt of her katana. "Certainly few of us would take offense to being called as a Hero to save the world."

She did wonder how this affected her own world, however, if it did at all.

"Perhaps you could tell me more of this place? Is there a particular area of knowledge of which I ought to be aware?"

[aero_dienamic]

Upon entry, though the other housemates may have been about doing their thing, there was a pile of hair... Rapunzelesque would be the word to use here, being brushed out by a Moogle with a pinkish fauxhawk.

The owner of the hair was sitting on a couch, and hearing the door open she perks up... it certainly wasn't either of the other house mates, so who would walk in so casually? Her sister?

No... she'd have knocked first, heavily at that.

"Hello?"

[damn_juicebox]

Goodness, the upkeep for all of that hair must have been costly and time-consuming. But it is very lovely. Rukia paused as she slipped off her shoes, closing the door behind her.

"Hello," she called back. "Kuchiki Rukia. I was admitted here as a resident." A polite, albeit brief, introduction. As she'd already met Chiaki, that made this person either Valvalis or Jack. "I hope I am not disturbing you."

[aero_dienamic]

The pink-haired Moogle flutters around and moves to the back of the couch while the towering seven-foot-something woman stands up, only in an armor bikini.

"Oh, well hello~" she chimes, standing up and offering her hand out, long long sharp nails extending to take Rukia's hand, much in the way Allenby had done so earlier.

"I'm Valvalis. Nice to meet you Kuchuki~ Have you met Chiaki and Jack yet?" she smiles, looking the girl over, and not grasping the way Japanese names are backwards.

City

[neverfirstclass]

As Rukia and her moogle departed the food stands and began to make their way in the direction of the airport, a young man with spiky blonde hair left a shop carrying a large bag of feed. A moogle fluttered behind him peering at a notepad through his glasses.

"Now that that's complete, the next thing we need to do is pick up a bundle of gyshal greens, kupo. Try not to let Zack eat any on the ride back this time, kupo."

"I know Mako, I know." Cloud rolled his eyes at his moogle as he hefted the sack of feed over the back of a black feathered bird hitched in front of the shop. Cloud leaned back and looked at the feather tone, "Mmmm, I may need to redye him again soon..."

[damn_juicebox]

That was the biggest bird Rukia had ever seen. It was hard not to stare. Impossible, actually. Chappopo tried tugging on Rukia's sleeve to get her attention, but she was completely transfixed. What a fantastic creature...so cute...!

She had to get closer. Never one to be shy, Rukia drifted forward, drinking in as much of the sight as she could.

"What is this?" she asked, her usual stiff formality forgotten for the moment in lieu of her intense curiosity. "Can I touch it?"

[neverfirstclass]

Cloud jumped a bit at the voice behind him and looked back at the gawping girl. It took a moment for the question to process, "You mean Zack?" Oh! This must be one of the new Heroes. Why else would they not know what a chocobo was.

"This is a chocobo. They're birds we use to ride around on and carry stuff. Are you from one of those worlds that has those 'horse' things?"

Zack trilled happily at the attention he was getting and leaned over to try to nibble on Cloud's highest hair spike. He was deftly nudged away.

Apologies for hitting this up so late

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Jack is the last to return to the house, and the tail end of an argument between him and his moogle can be heard as they approach.

"...we've got demons and elves, why not alien Heroes of Light, too?"

"But you didn't have to help it escape, kupo!"

"Him. And sure I did. Maybe the place he comes from doesn't have currency, maybe it's not illegal in his world. How would you feel if you got taken to a place where it's illegal to, I dunno, fly?"

A deep sigh. "You just need to think more before you act. That was as stupid as the stunt you pulled back in the past."

"Annnd this conversation's over."

"Kupo!"

Jack opens the door, instead of being dressed in any of the job outfits, he's wearing what, to him, is standard clothing, the long Royal Air Force coat with Captain's stripes visible. The irritated look on his face turns to surprise when he spots a new person. "Uh- hello?"

Perfectly All Right!

[damn_juicebox]

Rukia looked up. She held a red, dripping knife in one hand, her expression dead and serious.

...But in her other hand was a pulpy red fruit being diced on the cutting board, so there was really nothing to worry about. She raised her hand swiftly, a light 'swup' of her loose black sleeves accompanying the motion.

"Greetings."

She put her hand down, then set the knife aside. Fruit wasn't much of a dinner, but it would keep her satisfied until the morrow when she could shop for a few groceries.

"Kuchiki Rukia. You must be my roommate."

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

There's a sharp eyebrow raise at Rukia's appearance that quickly dies down when he sees what she's doing. Ah. "Jack Harkness. Technically, Captain Jack Harkness, but I guess my commission doesn't count for much, here. Nice to meet you," ponders, "Rukia? Ah, Japanese?" But everyone can communicate here, no matter the language, it's so hard to pin down where people are from.

Hmm, roommate. "I suppose. Only bed left's the one in the room I've been in." Jack very carefully eyes Rukia's apparent age. It's an issue that hasn't come up so far, with Jack sharing a house with, now, three young women. "I could probably move my bed into the study without any difficulty, though," let's at least throw out the possibility. Jack has a tendency to live pretty simply, anyway, doesn't have much in the way of personal effects to move.