Jellyfish Prince

♪ Asrin, room 202 ♪ Machine ♪ Healer ♪ This place is so strange...But I can hear Master's voice somewhere nearby. So I know that he's here...but where is "here?" ((Closed RP blog affiliated with Rifts of Pyli))

[kibounotenshi]

A.I., Ai || { Closed }

[kibounotenshi]

|| Clear didn’t have to tell Nanami twice; she nodded briefly, and dipped her voice low so that no potential onlookers could hear her. 

“Don’t worry, Clear-kun. I won’t tell anyone. Just so long as you don’t tell anyone about my little secret," she added, smiling slightly. ”I…know how it feels, to be on the outside of things, so…I wouldn’t want to do anything to…make things difficult for you as well." 

Nanami glanced around them, at the roomful of people just buzzing and brimming with life, real human life, and all at once, she didn’t know what to do with it. She glanced back at Clear, pressing her lips together. 

“Clear-kun…would you like to go somewhere with me?" 

Her nerves buzzed uncomfortably as she said it, but she pushed the sensation down; she wasn’t used to asking people to do things with her, wasn’t used to putting her up for rejection. But now that she was human, she felt it was time to get used to human sensations such as these. So she shrugged her shoulders, somewhat awkwardly, and pressed on: 

“I…could use some help with my training. Since we’re both healers, it would be beneficial for you and I to help each other…I think. Or…we could just go for a walk, if you like." 

Either way, she knew she couldn’t spend another second in this oppressive, noisy heat. So, she stood, offering the taller figure a hand as she went.

She wasn’t used to touching other people, either. But Clear was…different than most people. With him, it wasn’t quite as scary. ||

[thejellyfish-prince]

♯ Healers...yeah, that was what people had called Clear and his strange ability. But he hadn't anticipated her being one as well - he still didn't know what Aoba was considered in this alien land, but it must be something great. Maybe he was a magic user - with his voice, that would certainly be something people could consider him. But he knew he was a good fighter, so...

Oh, right. He should probably stop sitting there. He took her hand and stood, picking up his plate of unfinished lunch with a still-unseen smile. "Ah-- Alright, Nanami-san! I still don't understand these abilities I have very well, so practice will be very helpful!"

His voice was light with excitement and happiness as he moved away from the table. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he tilted his head slightly and added happily, "Please lead the way - and please forgive me if I am not very good at handling the healing abilities."

He hoped he would be good. He would be embarrassed if he couldn't master the healing capabilities he had been granted. Who knew when Aoba would need to be healed, after all!

Clear needed to work hard. That way he could protect Aoba. ♯

[actuallyaobaseragaki]

Rat Attack [[closed]]

[actuallyaobaseragaki]

Aoba had only just met Clear, twice for a total of about five minutes total. He had no idea who the strange white haired guy in the gas mask was, and honestly? He didn’t really want to. It was strange, even by the blue haired boy’s standards. But that wasn’t where we should start. We should start with the living snot being scared out of Aoba when he heard the somewhat familiar voice from directly next to him.

Jumping a good inch into the air Aoba swore softly under his breath as he turned to see the white haired man there. “Oh geez, you’re here too?” It was strange to see someone from home, but apparently the people being pulled into this world was completely at random. It sort of made sense that Aoba would eventually see someone he knew. At least it wasn’t the jackass that tried to run over him, at least.

After taking a moment to collect himself Aoba simply looked at the strange… person. “I guess we could though.” He should really get into the routine of taking some quests to make money, not being particularly capable of fighting in this world by himself. And after all, how hard was it going to be to kill a few lousy rats?

[thejellyfish-prince]

Clear smiled brightly behind his mask, his happiness at being recognized obvious despite the gas mask that shielded his face from view. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and tilted his head slightly, eager to help Aoba in any way that he could.

He was very durable after all. The things in this world couldn't be too troublesome, especially not rats. He had seen many rats at the junk yard he had called home, so he wasn't particularly afraid of them - a mission like what Aoba had been looking at should be easy.

"Yes! I'm here as well! I'm so happy to know that Master is alright!" He sighed lightly, then added, still radiating happiness, "Rats should not be a problem, Master."

He held up his hands to indicate the size of the rats he had seen. "Rats don't usually get bigger than this back home, so it should be easy!" Well, he hoped so anyway. The only problem he could see was that rats were fast, but that was fine. Patience and clever planning would work well enough to counter that.

And if anyone could come up with a clever plan, it was definitely Aoba.

[kibounotenshi]

A.I., Ai || { Closed }

[kibounotenshi]

|| …Oh, no. Nanami had upset him.

She considered the possibility that this was one of those cultural things — that was, human things — that she had yet to pick up on. On the Island, it was easy to write her off as quirky, since…well, pretty much everyone on the Island had been quirky, in one way or another. But now that she was here, in this body, surrounded by relatively normal people…her oddities stood out more than ever before. She leaned forward a bit, putting a hand over Clear’s. 

“I can…identify this kind of thing. I was created as a program," she explained, in an even voice, ”designed to inspire hope in the hopeless. I was an A.I. before…well, before a week or two ago. I only became ‘real’ when I arrived here…in Pyli." 

Nanami considered the perks and shortcomings of this new flesh body, and recalled the days on the Island, with her friends. It…wasn’t right, suggesting that she wasn’t “real” before…That would suggest that the time she spent with her friends wasn’t real, either. That her memories weren’t real. 

“I’m…sorry, Clear-kun. I didn’t mean to startle you." A warm smile. ”I just thought…Well, perhaps this is something you and I have in common, so…it might be a good way of making friends." 

And boy, did she need friends. ||

[thejellyfish-prince]

♯ Clear looked down at the small hand on his gloved one curiously, not really certain how to react. People tended to keep their hands to themselves when they were around him, so it was strange to see someone actually willingly touch him. Like, really weird. So all he did for a long while was just stare at her hand while she spoke, running through a series of possible routes he could take in his mind. 

He should be polite though. She was being nice to him, so that was, logically, the way he should treat her! After all, she was a program apparently - like him. An A.I. A think that shouldn't exist but did by some miracle of science and probably magic.

Clear coughed a little to try and get the nervous lump out of his throat and smiled even though it, obviously, went completely and utterly unseen thanks to the mask over his face. 

"Ah...Nanami-san..." He laughed lightly, clearly not as troubled as he had been before. "I would very much like to be your friend! At the moment, the only friend I have is Master, so...it would make me feel much better if I had another one!" He hesitated for a moment before adding softly, as if he were afraid someone would overhear him, "Also...You were correct. Just please don't tell anyone. I do not know how people would react and they already treat me strangely."

Score. 

He was pretty proud of himself, actually making a friend. He could almost imagine his grandfather's happiness at that. ♯

[actuallyaobaseragaki]

Rat Attack [[closed]]

Aoba was finally beginning to get used to his new surroundings. Some things were still strange, however it was sort of similar to Midorijima in a lot of ways. Of course he still wished that he could have Ren, if not to use then just to talk to. He missed Tae something awful, and worried about her constantly. However, for the mean time, he was trying to make things here work. And part of making this work was figuring out how to make money. As a healer, it should not have been that difficult to find people to mooch off of and consider himself “helping” as most of the new healers in Pyli seemed to. However, that didn’t mean he really knew where to start.

Walking into the Warrior’s Guild, he heard that they often had jobs there for all sorts of adventurers. And while Aoba still didn’t consider himself anything more than an outsider, adventuring would hopefully put some coins in his pocket. Walking up to the board, there was apparently a listing about killing rats. And while pillows or mail might seem easier, they also involved running around the monster infested country side. And… after all… rats couldn’t be that difficult to kill, right?

[thejellyfish-prince]

Clear had been following Aoba for a while now - in this new city, anything could hurt him after all, and he had promised himself that he would not allow anything to harm Aoba. And so far things seemed to be pretty good. No one had tried anything, the people were nice, they all had a roof over their heads - but money was a concern.

Not for him really. He didn't really require the things that money bought to an extent, but he knew Aoba did, and, during the time he had been there, he had yet to see the man make much money. Though he was apparently searching for jobs, so it was safe to say he was probably out of money.

"Master," He said, stepping up beside Aoba and leaning past him to look at the posting about hunting rats. "We can do this one I think!" He pointed at it, turning his head to look at Aoba and smiled even though it went unseen. Oh. Maybe he should have said hello first so he didn't startle Aoba. 

[kibounotenshi]

A.I., Ai || { Closed }

|| Nanami was pretty sure the boy next door was a robot.

Well…technically he didn’t live next door. He lived a floor above Nanami and Aoba-san, and seemed to be keenly interested in the well-being of her roommate. Unfortunately, being that they were all healers, they could hardly quest together, but…it was nice knowing that there were friendly people around.

All that aside, Nanami was pretty sure he was a robot.

She approached him one day in the dining hall and plunked herself down across from him, staring intently. She cleared her throat. 

“Clear-kun. Are you, by any chance, a mechanically-based human being?" 

Chiaki Nanami: asking the hard questions. ||

[thejellyfish-prince]

♯ Upon arriving in the strange, curious land, Clear had been almost overwhelmed by all the new sights and sounds. He knew Midorijima, but this place! There was so much to look at, so many new things to experience, and new music! 

At first, he had been nervous, spending his first day or so hurrying around the city, calling for his master, Mink, Koujaku, Noiz. Anyone he knew. People had looked at him strangely, and no one had seemed particularly interested in assisting him.

Then, just when he thought he was going to be alone again, he saw it. A flash of familiar blue. Master was there too!

Things had seemed much better for him after that honestly. He didn't worry as much, and could finally start trying to enjoy the surroundings and people.

One of which, at the current moment, was sitting across from him in the dinning hall.

He had tried to find Aoba, but, not seeing the man, he had settled down to sit by himself when, suddenly, a girl was sitting across from him and speaking. He had seen her around...Nanami? Was that her name?

He set down his fork and tilted his head at her question. She seemed nice enough, but...how did she know what he was? Panic set in.

"Ah!" He fidgeted uneasily, like a child caught off-guard by a curious parent. "I don't think I know what you're talking about--!" He squirmed more under her unreadable gaze. "Did...someone tell you that that was what I was?" Should he tell her?

Oh, where was Aoba when he needed his advice? ♯