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[There isn't much less pleasant than waking up cold and alone, is there? Which is exactly how Asch finds himself this morning- on his own in a tent behind the battle dome, no longer an adult but rather regressed to the tender age of about 11. In his haste to get up and figure out what's going on, he knocks over the journal, and it catches his alarmed call as he opens the tent flap to find a lot of snow and not much else.]

...Master Van...?

[This isn't the cozy, temperate region of Daath, which is puzzling, because he knows he'd been in Daath the night before. Where, then...?]

Master Van!

[Had he been abandoned? No... Van had said he needed him! There must be a reason for this.

Not noticing the journal, Asch tucks the blanket around himself and starts shuffling out through the snow, wandering into the village in search of something - anything - familiar.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Wandering the village is an equally lost young lady. Stella (http://community.livejournal.com/lucetiooc/1358625.html?thread=38792225#t38792225) had woken up in a strange house with a strange baby sleeping in a crib not too far from her, and she was in night clothes that she might have worn years ago... But not now. And everything in her closet had dresses. She hastily searched around until she found the clothing shop in nothing but her nightgown before she walked out, satisfied with her current wear; a white and blue tunic of sorts along with the same colored boots and fingerless gloves that stop at her elbows, and dark blue tights. She's a little cold, thus she wears a dark cloak over her shoulders, but it's loose enough to throw off if she needs to hold off anyone.

The most important thing that Stella's trying to figure out is where in the world she is. It could be a different part of the Legacy; She hadn't explored all of it, after all. But then... did someone kidnap her?

She heard a noise after that thought and turned, fists up, to face whoever approached her... but upon realizing that it's only a kid, she lowers her hands.]

... Hello?

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[Asch pauses at the voice, staring down the unfamiliar woman in front of him. So many strange people bothering him today 8|]

...What?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[You're pretty strange yourself, boy. 8| Still, Stella relaxes and kneels down so that they're more at eye-level with each other.]

I'm sorry... I seem to be a little lost. Do you know where we might be?

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[Asch shifts slightly, looking uncomfortable.]

...I don't know. I've never seen this place before.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. This isn't good. Stella sighs and glances around at the houses. Everything really was unfamiliar...]

So you're lost, too. [And he's just a kid...]

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[Asch glances away, looking sullen.] S-so what?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Stella's first instinct is to tell the kid to find some place to stay before she walks off to find out where she is.

But she fights that off, because he's as lost as she is and he looks to be only about ten or so. That, and his clothes really aren't suited for this kind of weather. Neither are hers, really, but still.

Stella works up a smile and holds out a hand.]

How about we try to figure out where we are together? [Maybe she can figure out where Shirley is, too.]

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[His gaze follows the movement of her hand, eyes narrowing.]

Don't treat me like a kid.

[Travelling with someone might be logical, but he's not about to hold her hand.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Hey now, she offers her hand to a lot of people. She raises an eyebrow and pulls her hand back, then straightens up.]

Very well. My offer still stands, though.

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[He gives it a few moments of thought, then nods reluctantly.] Fine...

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[She gives a half smile at that.] Good! I'll take you to the clothing shop first; I at least know where that is.

[Stella turns and walks away, expecting Asch to follow, and as she does:] We might as well know each other's names if we're going to travel together. I'm Stella.

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L- [He falters; still not used to it. He shakes it off quickly, though, glancing around and following after her.] I'm Asch.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Asch? Who'd name their child Asch? It does have a nice ring to it, though.]

Good to meet you. [Stella, too, glances around, as if she's trying to find some kind of clue as to where they are.] Did you suddenly wake up in this place too?

[dissonates]

[Adoptive creeper pedobeard commandants, apparently.]

I woke up in a tent. [He points back the way he'd come from.] Over there somewhere...

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

A tent? [Stella looks a bit baffled, but... hm. Maybe she could use that tent. She definitely doesn't want to stay in some house and settle in this place, like all of the village seems to be doing.

Still... No wonder he looks so cold. Not that Stella will point it out.]

I woke in someone else's home, of all the places.

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That's weird. [He shrugs, though, not particularly caring.] Are you looking for somebody? I have to find Master Van.