2020-01-27 - A Boy Meets a Toy

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A Boy Meets a Toy

Summary: Pride arrives in Twisted



Who: Pride The Arrogant, Alden, Alissa Bailey(Briefly)
When: January 27, 2020.
Where: Nowhereto Park


Alden-icon.gifAlissa Bailey-icon.gifPride The Arrogant-icon.gif

The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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How did this happen?

What *exactly* happened?

One moment that... chimera was attacking him, the next... He could hear children? With a soft groan, Pride pushed up from the ground as his gaze shot around the park. Then down at himself. He looked rough, but nothing he couldn't fix. Or replace. Within moments any wounds that disgusting creature managed to get on him were gone, but his clothes were still torn. "I'll have to tell *Her* I got into some sort of fight." he mumbled to himself, as he took in a much needed breath, regaining his composure. "But first... where exactly am I?" he asked out loud.

It looked nothing like Amestris. Let alone the forest he was just in.

Not to mention, it was much earlier in the day now. No longer dark as it was. There was also something else, something... missing. A foreboding? He could feel his philosopher's stone thrum within his body.

A disconnection.

Something was wrong.

Father, was no longer there.

"What... What is this??" he gaped out, grasping at his chest. There was no pain, or anything. No obvious reason for him to grab at his chest. He just did. Then pressed whatever it was back, deeper, and deeper.

Then it was gone.

Another breath.

"Then I will use my appearance as an advantage. Until I know what's going on..." He grabbed a hunk of dirt and wiped it on his face. Then did his best make himself cry, and curled up into a ball. Within moments he was crying even louder, a scared cry. One he was quite good at mimicking.


Certainly there must be people around willing and able to answer to such a distressed kid in a city park! Still, the first thing to approach the boy was not a human at all. The best way to describe the figure might be, an animated sculpture of... some kind of... creature?, entirely made of large, colour blocks, the colours didn't even follow a real pattern, it was kind of a weird mix, like something a kid might make.

The short critter eventually approaches the boy, somehow looking concerned, green eyes moving on the curled figure, "What's wrong?, are you hurt?" he asks in a friendly, slightly high-pitched voice, and offered one 'hand' to help Pride up.


"Ah! What're you!?" cried the boy, suddenly staring at the creature with big, tearful eyes. Though his gaze fell to the creature's hand, or paw, or whatever it was. What was this creature? Some sort of strange... multi-colored auto--No. No. Nothing like this existed in Amestris. But it reminded him of some sort of... bipedal chimera made of blocks? With a snotty, ugly sniffle, he reached for the creature's hand to be helped up. There was a little nod of his head. "These... these two bigger kids. They they came and shoved dirt in my face, and pushed me down." he lies, as he was quite adept at doing. Years of a covert existence did that. "Then---then they ran off! Laughing!" he goes on, snuffling again as he runs his sleeve across his face, smearing the dirt.

"...I just asked them where I was. I don't... I don't know how I got here. And. And. And I can't find my Father." Another little sob. Though he can't seem to help staring at the creature, despite this. Even when he's on his feet, there's a little glance at his own hand, as if whatever the creature was would wipe off on him. Another moment, and he realized something about the creature.

"You look like a toy." he blurts out, very little-kid like.


If the toy creature seems upset by the reaction, he tries not to show it, just blinking and remaining down, it is a bit confusing, trying to figure how he was bending forward and curling those 'fingers' as the kid finally accepts the hand, helping Pride back up. He blinks at the completely true story of what happened, and lets out a soft growl, "That's terrible, someone should teach them not to do that." he mumbles, his short tail flicking sharply, and for just a split second, there might have been a bit of an orange glow in that mouth.

The creature quickly recovers it's cool, "I am... kind of lost too, just appeared here one day without any idea why... seems sometimes people just gets... pulled here somehow." he mumbles, and seems to smile just a bit, "Ah, well, I guess that kind of makes sense, I'm Toyagumon, but you can call me Alden." he replies, "Maybe we can figure if your father is here."


"Alden?" replies the little boy, knitting his brows briefly at the name as he says it. "I'm Selim!" he says now, a little more brightly now that appeared he'd found a friend. A little tilt of his head is offered as he suddenly circles the toy creature. Examining him, maybe, or he's simply curious.

"You're lost too, Mr. Alden?" he asks, now, then adds, "...people just get pulled in?" This thought seemed unsettling. Even outside the act he was putting up. What could have such power? What purpose did it have to bring him to this place? He frowns a little, "Wh-what if he's not here?" is the next thing he says, as the waterworks threaten to come again.

"Am..Am I trapped here? Forever???"


Honestly, he just looks like plastic, yes, he is moving, he is even wagging what might be a tail, but just causes more questions about 'how' he is doing, tilting his head in return as he glances at the boy, he does wonder more about the story about the bullies, but his focus is clearly on the 'lost' part. There is a loud sigh and the plastic dinosaur seems to slump a bit, "Yeah... I mean... this place sort of reminds me of my... world but it clearly is not..." he says quietly, rubbing his chin, "I never even knew there were more worlds than the digital world and the human world, I thought I was making my way to my... version of the human world."

The last question makes the dino blink, "I... don't know."


That answer didn't please Pride. Multiple Worlds. He'd heard the theory, sure, in all of Father's experimentations. The Gate was a mystery, could it have brought him here? Had Father completed the plan ahead of schedule? Why wouldn't he have told anyone? He shook away the doubt, such things were ridiculous.

"Digital world?" was his response after a moment, "What's digital?" This was a valid question, he thought as he knitted his brows with a mask of confusion offered to the strange little creature. "I never heard of that before." Selim went on to say. Though the final answer seemed to do little to ease the small boy, who hugged himself tightly.

"...so...I could be all alone?"


The plastic dinosaur seems curious as well, "It's... hard to explain, it's just something about.. information from the humans, and some machines called computers where it is kept." he tries, he is not very good at describing the system. "It's just... something from my home world..." he mumbles, before shaking, "Well, maybe someone from your world might be here?"


"Computers?" echoes Selim, still not quite understanding. "What's a computer?" Another pause. "...another from my world. OH! What about the Tiny Alchemist?! Is he here? Do you know? He's the coolest ever!" the kid says now, suddenly getting perked up by this possibility. "I met him once in the library! He really *was* small!" the kid giggles for a moment, then... then it tapers off. "...I hope he's here."


The odd critter tries to think. "Do you know what a... calculator is?... electricity?... imagine a machine that does... math following instructions... and can be programmed to store information, and work with that information..." he begins. The mention of an alchemist catches his attention, "Alchemist?, what's that?" he asks, "He does sound cool!" he says, "I hope he is too... it's clear you like that guy... I wish more things from my own home where here, but at least it is kinda similar to home."


"I know what electricity is!" replies the little boy, with a giggle. "That's a silly question." Though it occurred to Pride that this might be a kind of technology that exists in this world he's speaking of. Fascinating, he thought, but then a big gasp follows.

"You don't know what an Alchemist is!? They're so *cool*!!! I wanna be one when I grow up, so I can help Father. They're scientists! And use a almost magic power called Alchemy!" He goes upon this subject being brought up. He goes into a very long, rambling tangent about how cool alchemists are, the kinds of 'cool magic' they can do, and how they're all heroes.

He goes on, and on. And on.

Eventually, "And that's why I wanna be one! Alchemists can do *anything*!" he finishes now, throwing his arms out dramatically with a brighter demeanor, now. The sads largely gone.


The plastic dinosaur tries to explain the uses of the computer, from storing whole books and libraries in small spaces, to writing on them, music, complicated math, is not sure how to explain videos or movies, but he does give some cursory attempts. He pauses as he hears the explanation of what alchemy is, and gasps, listening with attention to the description from Pride, eyes wide. "That's amazing!... I can only... fight and... break into pieces and... turn into stronger things that mostly just fight."


There's a number of expressions that pass over the boy's face as the computer thing is explained. It goes from curiosity, to excitement, to confused, to very much bewildered. Then settles on little boy skepticism. "Whole libraries?? Nuh-unh!" Selim proceeds to insist, outwardly. Inwardly, this level of technological advancement seemed far more alien then he'd initially realized. Could *humans* really create such marvels? Nonsense. He'd need to see for himself, perhaps harness this power directly. If it had as much knowledge as this creature was implying... there was many things he might be able to do.

"You can't fit a whole library in a *box*." he pointed out, with another giggle. "That's so silly." Another tilt of his head, "You can turn into other things? How come you only fight?"


The digimon pauses for a moment, "I mean... it's mostly what I was built for... I am not that good at many things, especially in this form." he says softly, "I mean I can certainly try to do other stuff, I am just good at fighting... well, I'd be better if I was a stronger digimon." he says. He is quite glad the bad mood was gone, at least for now. "Maybe we can find a computer to try later."


"I'm good at *everything*!" the little boy says with absolute Pride, in his voice. Though hardly that bold a statement from a kindergartner. "Maybe I can help!" He smiles big and wide, "And you can maybe help me find... my Father." he adds on a more somber note, hugging himself again. "He'd probably love to meet you..."


The dinosaur nods a few times, and does not seem to find fault on the logic from the kid, he met some very interesting kids before, "You would do that?" he asks, "I'd love to learn how to do things better." he says, wagging faster.


"Uh-huh!" replies Selim, bobbing his head a few times. "Father taught me lots of things!" he says, with an even bigger smile. "Maybe we can be friends!" he offers, stepping closer to the dinosaur with his arms stretched out in a dramatic fashion, then he drops them and rubs his arm a little sheepishly. "If you want." he adds, as his volume drops a few octaves now. It didn't matter what the creature answered next.


The 'dinosaur' seems excited at the offer, nodding a few times, wagging his tail a bit faster now, "Yeah, I'd really like that!" he says cheerfully, taking a step closer as well, not really sensing anything odd about this at all, he is just that friendly.


"Then," Selim says, offering his hand to the toygimon. "From this day forth! We're friends!" he says cheerfully, with a big boyish smile. It was simply perfect. He had an ally now, even if it was some sort of... strange chimera-like creature made of toy blocks. He'd need as many as he could find. It was the first thing to assist in making sense of this strange new world. Perhaps there might even be stronger sacrifices in this world.

"C'mon! Lets go play. I don't know what a computer is, but a playground is a playground always!" He says, pointing towards the northern playground.


There's a pleasant humming sound coming from someone approaching the park area. A teenage girl with flowing blonde hair and brilliant teal green eyes that carry an inner light with them is seen approaching the central park area. She's got powerful shoulders and has the callused hands of some sort of laborer, but otherwise her physique is comely and girlish. In her arms she's carrying a basket, and its filled with the smell of fresh-baked goods. Shes got a welcoming air and presence to her, seeming easily approachable. There's a bright smile on her face as she walks into the park, towards the fountain.


Alden holds the boy's hand and is happily led towards the playground, "Sounds good!" he says in a loud, cheery tone, thus,a boy in torn clothes and covered in dirt, is tugging a small 'dinosaur' seemingly made entirely out of plastic blocks, (a fact that doesn't seem to stop it from being very much animate), and heading from the fountain to the north!


Selim is totally trying to drag the animate dinosaur toy creature over towards the playground. His clothes, very much early 20th-century, look ripped and torn as if he'd been in some kind of scuffle with another kid, or more. His dark hair is mussed, and he looks about kindergarten age. His face and hands look awfully dirty too, but this doesn't seem erase the bright smile he has on his face.

The two would head over to the playground at breakneck speed. Though there's a moment's pause and the smell catches his nose. He turns and spots the girl approaching. He seems to watch her for a moment, then continues along with his animated toy dinosaur friend.

"Let's go!" he utters once again, as they begin to approach the playground. A number of the kids there spot them both, some seem to look on confused. Others don't pay mind. Some seem absolutely intrigued by the lego dino.

Though none dare to approach yet.


Alden seems a bit carried away for a bit longer, almost stumbling when the eager kid pauses, looking around and pausing, "Oh, I forgot that I need to do something!"he says, seeming a bit scared, "I need to do a bit of work on the other side of the town, but will be back here later!" he says happily, offering a nod, waving to the other kids, "I will bring something to eat too." he offers, looking a bit sad as he turns to the south, and starting to make his way there, but for now, tries to ignore the baked goods lady, no time!


"Oh, okay, bye!!" Selim waves to the dinosaur, as he departs. A sigh. That was better. Another step and he'd have had to engage in the social graces of interacting with... human children. A seethe. Though he notes the woman more fully now. He sees some of the other children approach, but waits for all of them to disperse before approaching. He holds an inquisitive expression as he considers the girl. Up this close, it was clear that his clothes were definitely torn up. The dirt was still pretty present on his face, but nothing uncommon for an active little boy such as he. "Hi!" he offered in greeting, though he made a mental note of how her appearance seemed to have startled the toy block creature. Though another note of her hair and eyes. "...are you Amestrian??"


Alissa Bailey handled the children with a warmth and kindness unfounded, each one left with a tasty treat. A cinnamon bun here, a donut there. She never stops smiling, even when a child gets fussy and she listens to them with an untold patience before patting them on the head and offering them a treat. Soon enough, the children were off doing there own thing and Selim had approached her. Her smile is bright as she said "Oh goodness, come here! You're a mess." she tilts her head a little. "Amestrian? Nope.." she said to Selim. "I'm Arcadian!" she adds after. "A priestess of Arcadia at that." she said with a cheery smile. "Come, let me fix up your clothes." she offers to Selim.


"Fix my clothes?" replied the kindergartner, with a hint of suspicion in his voice. An Alchemist? He briefly thought. "But you just said you *weren't* Amestrian. Only Amestrians can use Alchemy!" Selim points out, then crosses his arms as skeptically as a little boy can. "How can you fix my clothes without Alchemy?" he wonders, tilting his head. She certainly had that look, despite her claims.

"Do you use a computer? Alden was telling me about them. They're boxes that can hold *libraries*!" he adds, perhaps unnecessarily, but it was all part of the mask. "He said they can do lots of things!" It's at this point he casually climbs onto the bench to sit.


Alissa Bailey holds a hand out as a small light flares from her hand, engulfing the boy in a warm, soothing light, the clothes revert back to the state of when they were new. It certainly wasn't alchemy, even though it might seem like it. "Um, Alchemy? Potions fix clothes?" she asks the child with a confused expression. "No, I use my lord's light to mend clothing and even injuries." she explains to the boy. Her eyes go distant at the mention of a computer. "..I have no idea what a computer is, but it sounds neat."


Selim gasps when the light engulfs him. There's a notable shudder, but only slight. Then he looks down at his clothes, now pristine. "You did use Alchemy!" Selim insists, then pauses, "...the lord's light? Leto? The sun god? I heard my Father talk about him once, there were these people in a town who worshipped a funny man with a beard." He giggles, then adds quietly once the giggles are gone.

"...there was some bad stuff that happened there. Father started to tell me, but then Mother sent me to bed..." He sighs, kicking his feet a little as they dangle from the bench. "Are you one of *those* people?" He certainly didn't recognize this 'arcadia' nonsense, she was clearly hiding something. It was too convenient, no other humans could use such powers like that outside of Alchemists.


Alissa Bailey shakes her head. "Nope. No sun god. The one true god. The one and true lord." Alissa explains to Selim with a small smile. "I've never heard of a Leto, but my Lord Has no beard." she affirms. "I sort of wound up here on accident!"


"Me too. I'm... looking for my Father." replies Selim, bobbing his head. "So did Alden, too. My friend who ran away. I think you scared him." he points out with a little scratch of his head. "I don't know why... you're nice." A shrug, and he slides off the bench. "I should probably go, now. BYE! Thanks for fixing my clothes!" He says, then begins to walk off.

He kept note of her powers, her demeanor. If she wasn't a Leto Cultist or an Alchemist, then she was something... different. Powerful. Another pawn, perhaps. Or even a sacrifice?

He smiled to himself once out of eyesight of the girl.

And a black tendril begins snaking it's way around his body from beneath his feet. "This place has certainly proved interesting..." he muses to himself, as several more tendrils begin to expand out from beneath him, going every which way to scout along the park.

"...father will be pleased that I found it."



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