Uraltugo Noi Nueph

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Lost???

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{ ♔ } This is a weird one, not? She doesn’t even understand what just happened herself? Kouha started to have the feeling to care for her. Maybe she would feel better after having rested a little or eaten a bit? But as he does another attempt to speak he isn’t sure whether to take her serious after all. Misplaced? Not supposed to be here? If she’s not supposed to be in Kou she surely went the wrong way for a long time. If one would want to reach the borders of a neighbour country of Kou it would take a few days.

‘’You’re really funny aren’t you~’’

It’s not that he wants to laugh at her… But the situation is surely getting more weird. As he turns around to his servants once he shrugs. Not really sure on what to say or do. But as he noticed the staff he points at it.

‘’And you’re sure that you’re not just a random magician? Who has cast some weird spell?’’

Because that could be a possibility right? Some are definitely the type to run and try things out with their magic. Sure, it is a wonderful ability, Kouha has to admit such, but sometimes it can go wrong. Maybe that’s just what happened? And that causes her to be confused and saying that she’s not supposed to be here?

Funny? A...a random magician? Was this boy calling her a run-of-the-mill? He was- she was---!!! A Djinn, Solomon’s Magi, a, uh...!!! Clearly dumbfounded by the Prince’s words, she stumbled back. “E-excuse you! I used up the last of the magoi granted to me by King Solomon quite some years ago - there is no way I ended up here as a result of my own magic.” Saying a little too much there, Ugo. Besides, now that she was in this world, her powers as a Magi have returned instead of what limited ability she had as an unconquerable Djinn. She was no longer... ‘Out of magoi.’ Snapping a hand over her mouth, she stumbled back a bit more. “I-I mean, uh...” Okay, time to go. Like, now. Pivoting on her heel, she spun around and began running. Now would probably be a good time to go and try to find Aladdin - provided that the Prince wrote her words off as - insane, perhaps - babbling. She was babbling. Somehow, now, both sexes made her nervous - or perhaps it was still just Kouha’s androgynous appearance.

Hopefully. If she couldn’t deal with boys, now, either, there was no way she would be able to face Aladdin even if she found him.

The problem was that Ugo was awfully slow. This body clearly was not provided to him in good condition. After only a short twenty yards, she was rather out of breath and slowing down to try and slip around a wall. Pressing a hand against the hard, cold stone, she attempted to steady herself - those legs were like rubber, and no longer supported her - before slumping over. “No, no...!!!” She tried to pull herself to her feet with her staff, and began stumbling into town - trying to use back ways and side streets, wanting to avoid drawing too much attention or causing a stir.

Unfortunately, since both her physical appearance and her attire were very out of place, she could hardly avoid notice - even if she was not outright causing any trouble, there was still quite a stir. People glanced sidelong at her, murmuring - partly concerned, partly confused, wholly astounded by her appearance - but left well enough alone, so long as she shook her head in response to anything they said and continued on. So panicked was she, she couldn’t even understand their words. In the end, she found a few crates and slumped down behind them, in an attempt to hide for a while and attempt to calm down. Whether she was followed or not, she paid no heed.

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Lost???

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The unexpected noise caught his - her - attention better than likely expected, considering the poor Magi’s - Djinn’s? - current mental state. Stopping on a dime, the silvery blue-haired magician pivoted on her heel and turned to look at a…girl? No, those clothes were too revealing for that. Weren’t they? That pretty pink hair was throwing Ugo off quite severely. Attention snapping from the androgynous person who now stood mere feet away, she noticed three other women who seemed to be less than pleased with…her. Something about almost running into a…Lord…Kouha? Oh, okay. It was a boy then. And surely they— wait, Kouha? As in, Ren Kouha? Of the Kou Empire? In the New World, where Aladdin was?

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Sinking to her knees, a look of pure horror crossed her face as her skin leeched of color. Yes, he had somehow been ripped out of the Sacred Palace. Into a world where Al Thamen lingered, and most likely already knew about it…

And that question returned: Were they responsible?

But that was hardly the concern right now. This prince most likely thought he - she - was some sort of a babbling lunatic. Or, more, gaping lunatic, since (s)he’d been staring open-mouthed at him this entire time. Closing her mouth, then opening it again, he floundered - needs to speak, but the person he (she!!!) means to address looks like a girl, albeit a young girl, but there are three real girls behind him, but but but - and then finally managed to stammer something out. “U-u-h…hhh…” Good job, Ugo, you are rediscovering the art of human speech. Not. Such a sorry excuse for an intermediary he really was. Setta would have been…cooler, about it.

[red-supremacy]

{ ♔ } Well, at least the female stood still for a moment. So hopefully she isn’t going to cause problems at the bazaar now, or else he would probably be the one to fix those. Lets just say that on his free day he doesn’t exactly feel like doing such a thing. Nonetheless he wishes that she would at least explain herself.

‘’Care to explain?’’ 

Kouha had already noticed that this woman is utterly confused. Maybe she was or still is in a panic state. So he tried to not sound too harsh. She didn’t exactly made him fall over, basically nothing happened. It simply almost happened. And Kouha is always the one to wonder about the problems of someone else to help them out in the end. So he would try to be gentle with this confused woman as well. 

What could possibly have happened though? Did she maybe get lost? It doesn’t exactly seem that way… And she is already far inland of the Kou Empire and the capital is rather big. It’s even hard to believe that someone didn’t offer their help. So the prince isn’t entirely sure whether she’ll tell him an interesting story.

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A flicker of panic once again lit her bewildered pink eyes. Explain?! She’d love to, honestly, but she doubted this boy would believe her. That, and... Well... Lowering her head just a little bit to stare down at the floor, she took a few calming breaths and drew her scarf up over her mouth. “As soon as I understand what happened.” You’ll be the first to know, Kouha. In the meantime...she pressed her Divine Staff against her shoulder and leaned her head against it, trying to take a few steadying breaths. What could she - he - it - possibly say?

“The simple answer is that I’m lost - or, misplaced. I’m...not supposed to be here.” Alluding to the fact that Ugo was at least mildly aware of where she was. There weren’t too many places where one was likely to encounter a member of the Kou royalty just milling about, were there? Having been watching the world evolve for centuries, the Sun Magi could only assume that she was in Empire territory. “Or anywhere where you could ever possibly encounter me, while still alive.” Not necessarily, but the chances that Ugo would call Kouha to the Sacred Palace for a conversation were extremely minimal - in fact, she could not think of a single instance where such a thing would be necessary or acceptable. So, this...misplacement. Was this something to do with the temporal rift that had opened above Magnosutadt? No, surely not; that was a partly-closed hole that led only to Ilah...wasn’t it?

She could only hope that there would be no one to point out that her Rukh were still decidedly male - much in the same way that Titus’ were female.

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Lost???

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Ugo woke up alone, as always. The strange part was the fact that he could feel his body - something that hadn’t really been normal for a long, long time. Not since he had sent it away with Aladdin to be remotely controlled. Not since it was destroyed by Kougyoku. And now…what was he even sleeping on? Not the usual, cold stone of the Sacred Palace. It was, instead…something plushy, prickly, cold and slightly damp. It was most definitely not his hair, it felt more like…grass?

Slowly lifting his head, he reached up an…unusually slender hand, trying to push his hair back into a somewhat orderly fashion. Again, this was strange; why did he have a body, and why wasn’t it blue? Confusion lit his features as he spotted his glasses resting on the ground directly in front of him, folded somewhat neatly. Threading his fingers through his hair, he glanced around. A field…with trees, and an open blue sky. He picked up his glasses, pushing them on before pulling up his scarf to cover the bottom of his face.

The wind blew, ruffling his robes - the same robes that he once wore as Solomon’s Magi. As a magician, and not a djinn. Only…the style was slightly off - it looked more like womens’ clothes than mens’. Also, he had strange curves in places where there used to not be any. And…weren’t his arms just a bit thinner than he remembered? Leaning down to pick up his old staff, he…realized that he wasn’t a he anymore.

“A-ahhhhhh!” Dropping the staff he’d just picked up, he fell backwards and looked himself over again. Yes, those were definitely boobs, and…uh…he - she?! - wasn’t even going to bother trying to see what was in his…pants? Skirt? He could feel the difference, and it was striking. “Huhh…hahhh……kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Jumping upright as he shrieked, he grabbed his staff again and began running…where, though? This was not Alma Torran, it was not the Sacred Palace. The land was all wrong. Unfamiliar.

New.

His - her - pink eyes widened in realization. NEW. …oh, Solomon, no, how had this even happened? He had to stay in the Sacred Palace! He had to maintain order as best he could! Instead…he’d completely lost that position. How? It could not be that he had fallen from Lord Solomon’s good graces. He knew that could not possibly be the case. So, perhaps…another abnormality? This one could be fatal. How long had he been here? Had someone taken his place? So consumed was (s)he in …her… private horror, that (s)he did not notice whether anyone happened to be around.

[red-supremacy]

{ ♔ } The last few days had been quiet and simple for the prince. Causing him to grow incredibly bored of his surroundings. Couldn’t he just have a bit of fun now? Sadly enough the next day both his brothers seemed to be busy. Trying to be able to get a negotiation with other countries, or paperwork or… something else Kouha actually doesn’t care much about. Why does this has to happen to him? 

Luckily…! His servants seem to have a bit of free time today. So once they had finished their job Kouha wanted his bit of attention. But to stay in the imperial palace all day isn’t exactly his thing either, so why don’t it would be better to go to the bazaar and have a look around, right? He let his handmaiden prepare a carriage so they could leave. The sooner the better it would be in his case. 

As soon as they arrived at the bazaar Kouha took the hands of one of his handmaiden and started to drag her around for fun. The other two followed worryingly. Kouha wasn’t planning on doing anything bad though he just want to have a bit of fun. Eventually he calmed down and they went shopping. Going from market stand to stand to see whatever they’re offering. But the only thing Kouha had bought was some candy. 

Nothing was really impressive today. Yet it feels good to have left the palace for a while. Maybe they should go back soon after maybe have another good walk? They decided to take go for  a quiet one and moved to a more sheltered area. But then he got almost run over by a random person. Kouha stood still immediately and blinked several times. Simply staring at the woman, who seemed to be pretty panicked. Obviously, due her clothing, Kouha could easily see that she isn’t even from Kou. So it doesn’t bother him that much but it would be bad if this would cause chaos at the bazaar since she’s heading that way. The prince hopes that by clearing his throat he would gain some of her attention.

‘’Ehm..’’

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The unexpected noise caught his - her - attention better than likely expected, considering the poor Magi’s - Djinn’s? - current mental state. Stopping on a dime, the silvery blue-haired magician pivoted on her heel and turned to look at a...girl? No, those clothes were too revealing for that. Weren’t they? That pretty pink hair was throwing Ugo off quite severely. Attention snapping from the androgynous person who now stood mere feet away, she noticed three other women who seemed to be less than pleased with...her. Something about almost running into a...Lord...Kouha? Oh, okay. It was a boy then. And surely they--- wait, Kouha? As in, Ren Kouha? Of the Kou Empire? In the New World, where Aladdin was?

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Sinking to her knees, a look of pure horror crossed her face as her skin leeched of color. Yes, he had somehow been ripped out of the Sacred Palace. Into a world where Al Thamen lingered, and most likely already knew about it...

And that question returned: Were they responsible?

But that was hardly the concern right now. This prince most likely thought he - she - was some sort of a babbling lunatic. Or, more, gaping lunatic, since (s)he’d been staring open-mouthed at him this entire time. Closing her mouth, then opening it again, he floundered - needs to speak, but the person he (she!!!) means to address looks like a girl, albeit a young girl, but there are three real girls behind him, but but but - and then finally managed to stammer something out. “U-u-h...hhh...” Good job, Ugo, you are rediscovering the art of human speech. Not. Such a sorry excuse for an intermediary he really was. Setta would have been...cooler, about it.

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Lost???

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Ugo woke up alone, as always. The strange part was the fact that he could feel his body - something that hadn’t really been normal for a long, long time. Not since he had sent it away with Aladdin to be remotely controlled. Not since it was destroyed by Kougyoku. And now...what was he even sleeping on? Not the usual, cold stone of the Sacred Palace. It was, instead...something plushy, prickly, cold and slightly damp. It was most definitely not his hair, it felt more like...grass?

Slowly lifting his head, he reached up an...unusually slender hand, trying to push his hair back into a somewhat orderly fashion. Again, this was strange; why did he have a body, and why wasn’t it blue? Confusion lit his features as he spotted his glasses resting on the ground directly in front of him, folded somewhat neatly. Threading his fingers through his hair, he glanced around. A field...with trees, and an open blue sky. He picked up his glasses, pushing them on before pulling up his scarf to cover the bottom of his face.

The wind blew, ruffling his robes - the same robes that he once wore as Solomon’s Magi. As a magician, and not a djinn. Only...the style was slightly off - it looked more like womens’ clothes than mens’. Also, he had strange curves in places where there used to not be any. And...weren’t his arms just a bit thinner than he remembered? Leaning down to pick up his old staff, he...realized that he wasn’t a he anymore.

“A-ahhhhhh!” Dropping the staff he’d just picked up, he fell backwards and looked himself over again. Yes, those were definitely boobs, and...uh...he - she?! - wasn’t even going to bother trying to see what was in his...pants? Skirt? He could feel the difference, and it was striking. “Huhh...hahhh......kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Jumping upright as he shrieked, he grabbed his staff again and began running...where, though? This was not Alma Torran, it was not the Sacred Palace. The land was all wrong. Unfamiliar.

New.

His - her - pink eyes widened in realization. NEW. ...oh, Solomon, no, how had this even happened? He had to stay in the Sacred Palace! He had to maintain order as best he could! Instead...he’d completely lost that position. How? It could not be that he had fallen from Lord Solomon’s good graces. He knew that could not possibly be the case. So, perhaps...another abnormality? This one could be fatal. How long had he been here? Had someone taken his place? So consumed was (s)he in ...her... private horror, that (s)he did not notice whether anyone happened to be around.

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“I, um…” The small, clay-like creatures that he’d created to fill Aladdin’s absence twisted together into a pair of pseudo-hands, rubbing against the side of his head and slightly tousling his hair. “I called you. I know I said we would not be meeting again, but.” But, he’d missed the little one. Aladdin had been his only companion for a very long time, after all, even if he didn’t remember his time as a fetus.

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The boy let out a chuckle, as he sat down by the giant’s side. Seeing Ugo again, brought him back old memories from his childhood. Everything he had learnt had been taught by his friend. “I’m glad to see you again.” He murmured as he reached out to hold the clay hand. Which was far bigger than his hand, so he had to hold the finger instead. 

“It’s not the same without you around anymore.” There were a bunch of new faces he had learnt to known little by little, but would he forget Ugo? No, he wouldn’t. “I hope you have been well?” 

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“I’m glad to see you again, as well. Don’t worry, though; you weren’t near death this time. You’re actually just sleeping.” Seeing Aladdin reach for his pseudo-hand, Ugo extended it - careful, so as not to spook or ‘hurt’ him - and pressed a singe tip to his palm. After that, he moved it to just brush the top of his head, almost like he was trying to pet Aladdin’s hair.

“Things have certainly been a lot quieter here...I’ve been mostly watching the direction the world has been taking.” Not that he totally approved of it, as of late. Seriously, what was the big idea with Sinbad, and who in the world thought it was a good idea to have a guy like him be born? “Have you been having fun in that world?”

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The sequence of panels where Aladdin slowly breaks down upon realising there’s nothing he can do for Alibaba, along with the final full shot of him crying like the child he should have been allowed to be, was beautifully heartbreaking.

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"A-ahn, it's you...!"~solomons-genius

Paimon’s face lights up. “Lord Ugo~!” She chimes, surging forward to throw her arms around his neck. “It must be extraordinary day if you’ve come to visit me!”

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Cute. Definitely cute. This had to be her favorite game to play. She knew Ugo had little experience with woman and knew him to be shy around others and yet she never relented. She thought perhaps it would help. And if not, well, at least she was having fun.

She finally released him, before he exploded. Still she stayed close, smiling brightly. “Hm~ Has a manticore stolen your tongue?” she chirped. “You do not have to worry so, I promise I do not bite~ At least, not usually!”

Oh, she really was a tease. But what was a nerd to do? It wasn’t like he really knew how to handle--- Ah, she let him go. Taking a step back to look anxiously at the woman in front of him, he reached up a hand to rub the back of his own head while the blush on his face...lessened. It could hardly go away still. Wait...did she say something about the Manticores taking his tongue? His eyebrows raised in surprise, since he didn’t actually catch her joking context. At least, not until he registered the rest of her words. “Biting is...not what I’m worried about.”

Dear Ilah, please don’t let her take his words strangely. But knowing Paimon, she just might if only to fluster him more. “I, uh...assume you are doing well? P-Paimon?” I assume, too, that I’ll never be able to talk to this woman no matter how used to her I get.

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Feeling Ugo’s lips on his own caught the blond by surprise, his eyes going wide a tad as he pulled away a little, his cheeks a tad pink. “Lord Ugo….?”  

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“Mhm?” Gaze flickering upwards towards the man he’d just kissed, he barely registered the previous action. A light pink blush marred his cheeks, and it was quite evident that he was drunk. A rarity. A strangeness. Most likely something that would never happen again.

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"A-ahn, it's you...!"~solomons-genius

Paimon’s face lights up. “Lord Ugo~!” She chimes, surging forward to throw her arms around his neck. “It must be extraordinary day if you’ve come to visit me!”

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“…!!!” Cue red-faced, flustered Ugo. The lovely woman thrusted her arms around his neck, and it was all he could do to at least start to hug her. The visit was actually accidental, but he was, in his own way, very happy to see Paimon. She really was sweet. But, he needed to say something, didn’t he? How does one speak, again? For a moment, Uraltugo had all but forgotten how to breathe. It was…uh…select something to say…what should he say? Uh. Open mouth…vocalize… “Y-yes, this is quite a day.” Success! His throat constricted around his words, and he stumbled, just barely managing to choke them out before he mentally froze up once mroe.

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Paimon laughs, looking up at him, eyes bright. She stands on her toes, her chest against his, completely aware of the fact that he’s feeling anxious but finding no reason to have mercy on him. This game is much too fun. “My, my~ Your face does turn interesting colors whenever I’m around~” she teases. “Mm~ It’s always good when I get to see you~ Who else will play with me?”

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“Ah...uh..mmmph...hah....” Feeling her arms wrap around him, he wriggled weakly and closed his eyes, struggling to remember how to talk. The physical contact was very nearly too much, and he was such a bright red that he was pretty certain he was glowing. Yes, indeed, he did turn many colors.

Red. White. Blue. ...sometimes, green. He was, in her presence, quite simply---!

a Christmas tree.

Who else could make him feel so pleasantly terrorized? He craned his neck, trying to angle his head away. Was that...perfume? “I, uh...ah...” Dear King Solomon, he was almost positive he was sweating at this point.

[paimoniacmoved-blog]

"A-ahn, it's you...!"~solomons-genius

Paimon’s face lights up. “Lord Ugo~!” She chimes, surging forward to throw her arms around his neck. “It must be extraordinary day if you’ve come to visit me!”

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“...!!!” Cue red-faced, flustered Ugo. The lovely woman thrusted her arms around his neck, and it was all he could do to at least start to hug her. The visit was actually accidental, but he was, in his own way, very happy to see Paimon. She really was sweet. But, he needed to say something, didn’t he? How does one speak, again? For a moment, Uraltugo had all but forgotten how to breathe. It was...uh...select something to say...what should he say? Uh. Open mouth...vocalize... “Y-yes, this is quite a day.” Success! His throat constricted around his words, and he stumbled, just barely managing to choke them out before he mentally froze up once mroe.

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“If you’re tired, then you should rest.” Pulling up his scarf ever so slightly, Ugo gazed through the lenses of his glasses at the woman he was addressing, the slightest expression of concern glimmering in his pinkish-red eyes.