destinystrings | Welcome to Hinoto-Ri

Who: Dirk Strider and OPEN
Where: Pisces District, street outside of the apartment building. Late afternoon/sunset.
Summary: Dirk arrives suddenly and without ceremony, finding himself lost and alone in a city full of people. Somehow, all of the people around is a lot weirder to him than the whole waking-up-in-another-world part. Well, guess it's time to gather data, get bearings, and maybe actually talk with someone face-to-face. There's a first time for everything.
Warnings: None (Yet?)

[Dirk feels like he should be more perturbed about waking up in the middle of a completely foreign location, ripped from his own universe and transplanted into another, and yet here he is—not so baffled by the situation (after all, SBURB was supposed to have been something similar), but very much stymied by the presence of so many people.

They are everywhere—all over the streets, down his hall, making noise that made him jump after being conditioned for so many years to regard every external sound with deep suspicion. He is used to waves. Whirring machinery. Seagulls. What he is not used to is ambient conversations picking at the fringes of his thoughts, people laughing and shouting and milling around on streets (and even the notion of actual streets not just sunken deep beneath the surface of the sea is borderline absurd).

It's beautiful. Real streets and cars and inhabited buildings, not just sunken ones. Had he been a softer person he might shed a (completely ironic) tear. The light is golden over the tops of the buildings and everything looks like it's too clean-- too perfect-- for it to be real. His brain churns with all of this new information and can't stop reeling with the prospect of what this means about everything he'd ever known and this is almost too much and if just being here felt like a lot he can't even imagine trying to talk to another person--

He's getting weird looks now. People seem strangely uninterested in a guy walking down the street with a sword and a puppet and a very baffled look on his face, but maybe it's that he ends up standing in the middle of an intersection, only to be jostled from thought by a car honking loudly at him to get out of the way before he becomes a pancake. Dirk flashsteps out of the way and appears back on the sidewalk, bumping into something and turning to realize that it's actually someone instead.]

Oh. Uh.

[Shit. Well, guess his first conversation is going to happen sooner than he thought. Dirk takes a moment, trying to remember what to say.]

Um... right--yeah. Sorry. About that.

((OOC: And sorry on my behalf for the wordy first post, please don't let it intimidate you! I don't write this much usually, I promise-- just wanted to use my writing sample intro and then ended up writing more than I had planned. ^_-; Yeah. Hello there everyone!))

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"Nice to meet you, Dirk. Welcome to Hinoto-Ri!"

Kotoha grins and performs a mock-bow.

"There any questions you'd like to ask?"

"Other than 'how the fuck did someone coordinate all of this'?"

He pauses, racking his brain for a moment, "Well... Where do you recommend I start? I understand that there's shit to be fought, and I've got a persona I can use to fight it; whatever non-Jungian thing a 'persona' is. And I'm here-- so I might as well be productive. So what do you suggest?"

"Let's see...okay, first off, this is a Persona."

With that, Kotoha is surrounded by a blue glow as she summons her Persona, Victini.

"First thing you should do is head down to City Hall and pick up your ID Card. It'll tell you where your apartment is, and you can get a loan of an Evoker to awaken your Persona. As for being productive, first I'd have to know what your skillset is - you managed to pick apart the COMP's functions pretty easily; are you an inventor of some kind?"

Dirk listens to her while simultaneously staring at her persona and trying to analyze how it could materialize out of nowhere like that. When Kotoha asks him about his skillset, he begins his answer half-minded, "I work with robotics, androids in particular. I design and build them, and AIs, though I also do a lot of other shit," the rest of his cognitive capacity joins in and his attention is back to her again, " I've been trained in sword fighting my whole life, I DJ, sew, draw-- saying that I do 'A lot of shit' is somewhat of an understatement."

Yeah, he sounds like a cocky asshole. Dirk knows it, knows that in his glasses AR is snickering, and decides to ignore the fact for now in favor of paying greater attention to the situation at hand.

"Where's City Hall again?"

"Right now we're in the Pisces district, so City Hall is southeast of us in the middle of Leo."

Kotoha pauses to think. Robots and AIs...hm.

"If you're good with AIs you might want to contact Fumi Kanno; she's in charge of maintaining the COMP Network."

"Fumi Kanno?" Dirk makes a mental note of that name, and begins plotting the direction to City Hall on his memory of the map of Hinoto-Ri, "So, talk to her and work with that computer system and those 'magic science glasses'? I think I can handle that."

"Great!"

A slight pause.

"...we really do seem to be getting a lot of scientists in recently. Interesting."

"I wouldn't call myself a scientist. Not really," Dirk shrugs, "I have a friend who is so deep into experimental procedures I'm surprised she doesn't just drown herself in projects already, but that's probably because she's too busy drinking like a fucking fish--" He stops himself, feeling a rambling rant coming on to try and cork that sudden bout of loneliness that comes from the realization that Roxy is far gone.

"But, yeah. I just make shit. Usually it's robotic shit, but that's not to say I don't also sew and draw and make music, which I do," He shuffles his feet, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging around the hilt of his sword. That was more information than he'd planned to share with someone he'd just met.

"Cool! I train Pokemon, dance, make movies, and manage shopping malls, personally. It's good being multi-talented, isn't it?"

"You would've liked my bro, he was a filmmaker. Did big-budget hollywood art films and shit." Dirk smiles to himself, "Sort of experimental and whatever, so it's not to everyone's liking, but it got some critical acclaim. I'm sure I could find a copy for you if you want to see it, as a filmmaker and all."

"Oh, by 'make movies' I meant I star in them. I've actually been in some weird experimental pieces myself; they're a lot of fun!"

Slight pause.

"Except the one where I was an amnesiac ghost in love with another amnesiac ghost. It's like, ghosts do not work that way, you know? But I'm rambling."

"Oh," He listens, correcting himself, "That's cool, too. Never knew any actors before."

Dirk isn't familiar with the way ghosts work, but a pang of memory still lingers. Bro made movies, but Jake would have been floored to meet a bonafide movie star-- and that makes Dirk think of Jake, which always is a bit of an emotional subject, even as much as he tries to hide it.

"My best bro is a huge movie buff, but I've never heard of that one before. Granted he spends most of his time discussing the artistry of James Cameron's oeuvre, but I bet he'd love to see that flick. Sounds interesting, to say the least."

"Well, I managed to get a compilation when I visited my home world a while back; if you want I can burn you a copy?"

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Lol I'd see that movie.

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