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[Ryu-star!]

[ tag to lovey, as seishou, to be more precise. ]

Azure opticals whipped around wildly, trying to not only take in the sights around him, but to make sure that if anything decided to attack him, he would be prepared. But attempting to look ahead, and everywhere, all at once honestly wasn't a very effective method. He wasn't the most... tech-savvy, as some may say, and all of these knobs and dials were quite confusing to him. What he would've give for a... dragon, or something of the like, that had the ability to maneuver by itself. He had a hard enough time keeping the ship flying straight, and any sort of barrel roll, or evasive maneuvers of such caliber were far out of the question. Hands clenched white-knuckled on the controls, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he attempted, for what must have been the thousandth time in the past five minutes, to stop the ship from flipping upside down and causing all of the objects inside to fall upon him.

However, his concentration; his refusal to look away from the controls before him for more than a second; caused him to completley overlook the Heartless flying towards him from behind. To make matters worse, these were not any ordinary Heartless. Rather, these were a select group that worked with a hive mind, even going as far as to be able to merge their forms, becoming what resembled a ship of their own. His only warning that his foes were upon him was a muffled screech, the sound diminished greatly by the steel hull of the ship. Grunting to himself, a quick glance behind informed him that he was, indeed, surrounded. It was time for him to make a choice: whether to try and fight, or to make an effort to escape onto that world he could see in the distance. Knowing that if he even tried to break the ranks of these things and make a run for it, he would fail, he resigned to fighting, targetting the first beast and pulling the trigger.

Beams of energy flew forth, disintegrating the thing on contact, but almost faster than he could see, the rest were upon him. Clawing, scratching, anguished howls at the loss of a piece of their hive mind piercing the samurai's ears. Hands left the controls, flying up to cover his ears, nails piercing his flesh ever so slightly in his desperate attempt to block the terrible noises out. Constant flashes of light informed him that the siren was indeed going off, and a vital portion of his ship had been pierced, although it was nothing but flashing light, the sound blocked out due to the hands that continued to press against either side of his head. And suddenly, the beasts were gone, but not because of anything he had done. Rather, he was hurtling downwards far too fast for him to pull out of the dive, down towards the planet below him. A silent scream left his lips, and then all was silent; chaos giving way to blissful, peaceful, silence.

Am I dead? He asked himself, clenched eyelids opening, once more allowing the young warrior to see. But what was he seeing? Everything was white, as far as he could see, and from what he could tell, this had to be heaven. But if he was in heaven, he shouldn't be in this much pain, and the bruises and marks caused by the crash wouldn't be there, would they. Lifting his head a few inches, the white he saw was, actually, a piece of the Gummi Ship, which had flown several feet away from the ship itself, much like Ronan himself had done. A groan escaped from between slightly bleeding lips as his eyes fell upon the crash site his utter failure in space had caused. The ship itself wasn't entirely broken, which he had to admit, was rather pleasing. But it was lodged within a deep crater, and it would take quite a bit more than his own strength to move it. Thus, he could only think of one logical solution: walk through this forest until he found civilization, and proceed to ask the civilians if they had machinery of some kind to help him move his ship.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he began to travel north, hand on the hilt of his blade just in case any Heartless decided to show themselves. But for hours he walked, without hearing a sound other than his own deep breathing, and the slight pitter-patter of the animals' feet on the leafy forest floor. Finally, he came to a stop, falling to the ground against the trunk of a gigantic tree, yawning audibly before gazing around. Wonderful. He was lost. Lost in an unfamiliar world, with no signs of civilization, no mode of transportation, save for his own legs, and a multitude of cuts and bruises covering his body. "Great." He muttered with a sigh, hands falling uselessly onto his lap. Suddenly, he heard more footsteps, coming from a location off to his left. At first, he had figured that it was just another animal, but this was different. One hand instinctively moving to grip his weapon, he peered in the direction of the noise, ready to set the whole forest ablaze if the need arose. "Is someone there?"

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[LEO LION]

He would hear a phantom’s chortle, a laugh disembodied by lush greenery and oppressive troposphere. He would hear it before his words could leave his lips along with the gentle pitter patter of feet and the abrasive smacking of braches among the cacophony of crepitate leaves. The glimmer of a silhouette flashed into view, long and embellished like the figure of a slim creature that stood perhaps eight feet fall – or perhaps an even grosser exaggeration of height.
As soon as the shadow could be seen it was gone in an instant, the laughing had grown boisterous, louder now that it was closer – a cherub’s laugh that chimed like bells or a tinkling of chimes in a zephyr. Then it stopped, as if entranced by his sound, the jungle quieted. A straining of ears would need to ensue before any a sound could be heard, then a face! A small round face that was found, perhaps north of his thighs when standing, peered through a gaggle of leaves from the brush. It’s large mahogany peepers perusing the hilt on which palm rested. The threat a whisper in the air as the young child peered shyly.

The figure was like that of an apparition, golden tendrils of leiotrichous piliform gushing from her crown to dangle just below her scapulae. The lemon tipped tangerine locks of hair seemed too elegant for a child as young as five years – if only he knew the truth of the matter. Her soft pink lips moved slowly, and a sugar laced vocabulary flowed from her aperture. “You wish to hurt Sika?” She asked with a woeful countenance upon her face.

The child would be reminiscent of a cervid, though strange that a female would be found with budding tines waiting aloof upon her cranium, though mostly sapien did she look. Tiny fingers curled around the leaf, white knuckled – if her skin could be anymore pale – though her other was out of site, as with the rest of her body. She seemed slightly crouched, perhaps she was bending at the spine to peer through the foliage, and her hair did fall unevenly.

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[Ryu-star!]

A bead of sweat rolled down the samurai's face, which was oddly contorted in anticipation. His forehead furrowed, he got slowly to his feet, his gaze remaining on the spot where he had heard that rustling noise. In his mind, he knew he was overreacting. In a place such as this, he might run into a couple of Shadows, nothing more. And yet, he couldn't stop his imagination from running wild, coming up with all kinds of clearly preposterous possibilities. Everything from savages to dragons ran through Ronan's mind as he sat there, and although the first was obviously more likely than the second, he wasn't taking any chances.

Then, laughter pierced the previously silent forest. Ominous at first, as if the one who was creating the sound had some ulterior motive for making him feel so uncomfortable. But in an instant, it had changed. Become higher pitched, more playful. A sound akin to birds chirping on the first day of spring. And slowly, subconsciously, Ronan's grip on his blade faltered. It left the weapon altogether when what looked like a little girl peeked out through the bushes, gazing where his hand had been, before meeting his gaze. “You wish to hurt Sika?”

The samurai's complete control over his emotions, one which he had worked years to perfect, faltered in that instant. Even the thought that he had been ready to hurt a child sickened him, and his brow furrowed once more as he attempted to figure out what was wrong with him. Granted, he hadn't known it was a child, but that made no difference. He was a hero after all, and he was supposed to see who it was that he was fighting, before attacking. A sigh escaped between parted lips before he realized that he still hadn't responded to the child.

"N-no. I didn't mean to frighten you. By any chance, do you know what this place is? It's quite unfamiliar to me."

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[LEO LION]

When the child had realized that he meant her no harm she pushed herself awkwardly through the large leaves, which indeed were larger than she was, and revealed her entire small form. She wasn’t very tall, just a child in the way she looked now. She had a sweet face bordered by orange and blonde, she smiled kindly as she walked over, albeit a little clumsily, to the male. “This is a jungle, Sika knows forest areas.” Not that she knew how to navigate them perfectly, but the plants had a voice, and if someone listened they gave good directions. The little girl pointed at herself, her face beaming radiantly. “Sika is Sika.” Her little antlers were the only thing making her look inhuman, but perhaps they weren’t that prominent a feature. Maybe it was the little deer tail that went unseen through her clothing, twitching and causing her clothing to move strangely behind her.

“Are you lost?” She questioned then, her head tilting and her hair tumbling with its motion. She watched the male with her bright eyes, the deep pools of red-brown glistening in the filtered light that dappled down from above. She looked around as if to assess the area and his predicament, coming to terms with the answer she decided that he was indeed lost. But what she could do for him she didn’t know. Her mode of transportation was a male who had a gummy ship that she spent most of her time with, a rowdy pilot, or maybe rowdy wasn’t the right word for it. The grumpy pilot, to whom she was quite fond of, toted her around from time to time, but today he’d left her on her own, not that there was a problem with it – though the male might think he’d ditched a child in the middle of the jungle.

The little girl gripped her staff, which she’d brought with her, tightly. It was tall, much larger than her by at least two times her own height. That also didn’t seem to bother her. Still, as opposed to answering his question for him with a strong and resolute yes, you’re lost; she waited for him to confirm it himself. She’d learned that some humans get annoyed if you say that they’re lost.

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