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Out of the Walls

WHO: Bruno & You!
WHERE: Various locations around Temba
WHAT: Bruno arrived in the city, is certainly NOT dressed for the weather... and lost.
WHEN: First week of February
NOTES: I will start with prose, but will match format, of course
WARNINGS: Beware of Hernando and Jorge.

Hotel

He can see the entire city from his chosen room up on the tenth floor. At least it feels like that. Sort of. But also not really. There are other buildings around that are just as tall, even taller than this so-called hotel. A dull, uninviting place that seems to only exist to store people in it. Bruno doesn't like it. But he also is scared to head back out. Out of his room, out into the cold, out where he might encounter other people.

Unfortunately he has not thought about bringing food with him. Or even water. And he has been getting hungry a while ago now.

It takes him another three hours before he finally rings himself to leave his room and cautiously sneak back down the stairs, hoping to avoid meeting anyone else. He remembers that place with the kitchen and the fire in the walls. Maybe if he's lucky, he can find some food there. At least he knows he can get some salt there...

He makes it all the way into the lobby without incident and casts a quick look around to make sure no one is around. Exhaling in relief, Bruno makes for the door, caution temporarily forgotten as he pulls it open only to run head-first into a person about to head into the hotel, sending Bruno stumbling back and flailing to try and raise his hands. "Oh no no no! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Greenhouse

It has been a short sprint over the plaza and through the (still) cold snow before Bruno can duck into the greenhouse and breath a sigh of relief at the sight of living and blooming plants. He had seen the structure from up in his room and has been left curious. Now he just hopes no one catches him sneaking inside.

The building itself already leaves Bruno puzzled. Translucent but not made of glass. Not that a building made of glass would have been any less reason to wonder. Inside it's warm and he pauses to take in the sight and scents of flowers and plants he doesn't recognize either. Though he doesn't step in too far right away, rather sticking to the nearest bushes and making an effort to slip behind a tree, giving its trunk a gentle knock for good luck's sake.

Maybe not gentle enough, however, as the knock obviously is enough to dislodge one of the purple fruits above, causing it to fall and, naturally, hit Bruno right on the head with an audible thunk immediately followed by a quick "Ouch!" that is much louder than Bruno has anticipated it to be.

Hangar

Thin sandals remain notably unsuited footwear for all the snow still covering Temba. Snow that is still pink and cold and yet little prevents Bruno from walking through it regardless, muttering to himself about freezing his toes off. He isn't even sure what he is looking for. A way out? A path back home?

Maybe. But regardless how far he wanders, he doesn't really seem to be getting anywhere. At some point he seems to be away from most buildings, leaving him wandering without protection from the cold winds and regretful of his decision as he pulls his green ruana tighter around his form, hood pulled low over his head.

Spotting the tall, secluded building feels like a blessing and Bruno makes his way over as quickly as possible, only to pause at the large door, considering to knock. He doesn't knock, instead hopes no one notices him slipping inside and to quickly locate some cover. Though it quickly becomes apparent that he needn't have worried about cover as the large building appears empty. Aside from the massive-

"Wha- What are these?" Bruno wonders aloud, eyes wide as he takes in the small fleet of space ships. Unsure what to make of them and whether or not they may be dangerous, Bruno backs away towards the closest wall, literally bumping into the hovering data point minding its own business. Bruno shrieks and leaps away from the glowing orb at the sudden knowledge being dumped into his head so similar to his visions and yet also so unlike them.

He stares at the data point for another moment, then back towards the ships, mouth hanging open in recognition. "I... I know what you are now..." Bruno remarks towards no one in particular. Though if anyone happens to be around the ships after all, they sure may have heard his shriek.

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[[ Continued from here. ]]

Bruno grimaces as he listens, glancing around but also towards the exit of the diner, recalling the place that waits out there.

"This- I- The thing, the... The orb. It told me this was their home, but- This place doesn't look like a home. If, if they had to leave..." He pauses, gesturing with one hand while refraining from looking directly at Cal. "Sometimes you can't go back. But... You can be happy finding a new place to live in. Build your own... Encanto. Elsewhere." Yes, his family has been there.

It's not something Cal hasn't considered. Hearing Bruno speak, he feels that the man's talking from experience, certainly. The young Jedi nods.

"I know. And I know it's easier for people from outside to figure it's better just to move on. In my case, there's definitely no going back to where I used to call home. And I guess I'm still looking for that something better." Or maybe he's already found it, if what he's heard from Merrin is any indication.

"I can't speak for the Agrii or really understand their reasonings, but maybe they don't really know where else to go. A lot of them seem very much like children in the way they do and understand things. So clinging to something like this is the best option they can think of."

Kaz was already spending more time in the greenhouse because the cold would bother his bad leg. It might look like he was hiding out but he was sitting at the foot of a flowering tree, leaning back against it with his bad leg stretched out, and mostly concealed by its branches hanging down around him like a weeping willow. He has been writing in a cipher in a notebook that he has been holding against his folded good leg. Usually, he wouldn't say anything and let the other person think they were alone, but the 'ouch' was too close to him for comfort.

"Don't assault the plants and they won't assault you."

His tone was neutral and almost bored-sounding, nor did he look up from writing in his notebook.

Edited (wrong word) 2022-02-02 20:28 (UTC)

“I didn’t assault anything!” Bruno is quick to protest, rubbing his head, but he is just about as quick to shut up again to look up and around for the source of that voice. That certainly wasn’t Cal and his hooting kettle friend.

He dares to look around the tree that has attacked him and, sure enough, manages to spot the stranger. His instinct makes him want to try and flee, but he convinces himself to stay. At least for now. “This… Is this your place?” Does he have to apologize?

Kaz smirks to himself.

"This is nobody's place. Or rather that no one owns this place. Think of it more like a communal Garden since everyone eats the plants that are here."

Kaz looked up at Bruno.

"...Aren't you cold dressed like that?"

“I…” Bruno begins, then scratches the back of his head. He can’t exactly judge these Agrii for clinging to something they know. “…sometimes you don’t want to actually leave… And other times… You have no choice.” Like his parents have had no choice when they fled their home. It’s a two-sided blade in many ways.

“I’m sorry to hear you can’t return home.” Bruno adds in earnest.

Cal shakes his head. "It's been some time. There really isn't anything for me to return to anyway," he says softly. Everyone he'd known was probably gone, if not hiding themselves, just as he had.

"But yeah, that's how it is. The Agrii didn't have a choice- someone drove them from their home. I don't even know what the why's of it, but they didn't know what was going on either. There's too many things we're still trying to figure out."

Bucky's a difficult person to knock over, but he does look surprised to be barreled into like that, lifting gloved palms to try and calm the man's apologies.

"Hey- it's fine. I'm not as scary as I look, I promise. We're good. You don't need to apologize."

Bruno blinks at first, then casts a look down at himself before replying with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and an equally overemphasized shrug. “Cold? Me? With these freezing temperatures? Of couuuurse…” He drags out the last word before his entire display falls in on itself with a loud, resigning sigh that quickly shifts into a tone of frustration. “I’m sure I’ll be freezing my toes off once I step back out there!” But these are his clothes. And he deems himself
Lucky to at least have these few pieces of fabric.

With a wave of his hand Bruno hopes to dismiss the topic of his own inadequate attire and he bends down to pick up the purple fruit that had landed on his head, holding it up inquisitively. “You’re saying everyone here can come and pick up one of these? Or grab a handful of leaves? Pick a flower?”

Since taken up piloting, Terra was looking over the ships. It was better than hanging out at his place, so he'd ducked out of the cold and wind and decided to at least try and see if everything looked alright.

His crewmates were nowhere to be found which was totally fine considering the weather outside right now. And his hand went under his chin as he took in the sight of one of the ships that seemed to have a bit of rust on it. Terra then kneeled down to take a closer look when he thought he heard someone come in. It didn't concern him much so he didn't look back at the moment

But then he heard a shriek and the old response of hearing a shriek meant unversed or heartless, so he went looking for it. His metal boots hit the floor but then stopped as he saw an unfamiliar person standing there, talking to a data point.

He waited a minute and shook his head. "Are you okay?"

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Bruno doesn't turn back around to look at Tommy as he shrugs in response and keeps on climbing the stairs, his right hand up in the air somewhat next to his head, gesturing. "There's just nothing interesting about me. I'm just Bruno. I'm not fast." And with his voice slipping into a mumbling tone he adds, more to himself. "...maybe that'll be little Antonio's gift, would be pretty sweet." Then, with his hand still up and them covering yet another floor, Bruno goes on. "Can't go and pick up a bridge, either. Or heal you. Easy. I will just- Go to my room! And nothing bad will happen. Because I will stay there!"

Granted, most everyone over the age of twelve can prove difficult for Bruno to knock over, who now covers with his hands up and a prominent wince on his face. It takes him a moment to ease up again, but even then Bruno is quick to draw his hands in and swallow before pointing out. "You do look scary." He does. And Bruno is in his way, so Bruno makes it a point to shuffle out of said way to make room for the frightening stranger.

Bruno doesn't hear the approaching footsteps, but he certainly hears the voice, freezing for a second before turning his head to the unfamiliar face, blinking once. "What. Me?" Blink. Followed by a nervous chuckle that attempts to sound reassuring. "I- I'm fine! Perfectly fine! Nothing to worry about!" As he speaks, Bruno turns to fully turn towards the other man, opening his hands out in a gesture saying: 'See? All good!'

"Is- Is this your place?" He then asks, tone more cautious and ready to apologize in case his presence isn't welcome. Which, going by his experience, tends to be the case more often than not.

Bruno nods his understanding with an exhale, perfectly willing to drop the topic before this entire situation gets even more awkward. He just isn't sure what comfort he might be able to offer. Then again, that may not be something he is able to offer in the first place.

He looks around for something to divert their attention to and picks up a nearby pan, turning it in his hand for a moment before looking back up at Cal. "Have you ever cooked before?"

"That's the idea. The guy that runs the Diner already uses this stuff. You'll probably want to find out what's poisonous before you eat anything you find in here."

Kaz eyed Bruno's sandals speculatively.

"You really will lose toes to frostbite in those. At the very least you would want to wrap your feet in cloth or something."

Not that it was a great thing to help with frostbite but it was better than nothing.

It's a delicate subject and Cal's a little relieve he doesn't have to expound upon it. Bruno's overwhelmed enough as it is. His lips quirk in something of a smile as the man picks up a pan.

"Not really, no. Nothing past heating up something premade, anyway," he admits with a weak chuckle. "Do you?"

While Kaz answers his question, Bruno has already turned to one of the bushes and started to pluck some of the green leaves from it, which he then stuffs into the pocket of his shirt while nodding thoughtfully at the younger man's input. In a way, it makes sense. But at the same time this isn't anything Bruno ever had to worry about.

He still cradles the strange fruit in his other arm and taps his fingers against it. "Is there a place where I can find some cloth?" A bold question maybe, but even Bruno rather would avoid freezing off any body parts of himself.

"No." Bruno admits with another little spin of the pan. "My sister never let us get in the way of her cooking." And of course he used to have his own tasks. Granted, Bruno picked up a thing here and there, but actual cooking hasn't been among them. Not when he could just sneak into the kitchen and grab what food was available.

Bucky breathes a surprised laugh through his nose at the bluntness of the reply, but cants his head in acceptance and shrugs a shoulder. He tries to flash something of a smile, something to reassure the newcomer.

"I'm Bucky," he offers, stepping past and turning to offer a hand.

If Bruno is nothing else, he certainly is honest. And he will tell you if your future entails hair loss. Don’t judge him too hard.

Bucky’s smile is returned with a nervous attempt at a similar expression and a hesitant look at the offered hand. “Um… Bruno.” He eventually replies, cautiously reaching to accept the offered hand. “I… Am new around here?”

Bucky offers a firm shake, and he palms the back of his neck with an amused look.

"Yeah, I kind of figured. You need someone to show you around? Or...reassure you there aren't people waiting around every corner to gun you down or something?"

“I-“ Bruno starts, then pauses, scratching the back of his own neck in turn. Actually he could use some help… And so far no one he has met has been afraid of him. Or even angry.

And yet his instincts still insist he should scurry away quickly.

It takes Bruno a moment to conquer those instincts and he ends up nodding in an almost defeated way, dropping his shoulders while admitting. “Yes, please?”

Cal laughs a little easier at that. "Sounds kind of like Greez," he says. "The pilot we've been flying with before BeeDee and I ended up here. He's very protective of his ship, and especially his kitchen- but he's a very good cook and I'm more than happy to let him handle the meals." Even if they probably weren't focused on healthy. He'd easily say that the food he's had aboard the Mantis has been the best he'd ever had anywhere.

BD-1 beeps at them then, hopping back beside the kettle as the light on it blinks. "Guess it's done," Cal says as he glances over.

Terra's not sure he believes the person but he's not going to say that he doesn't. This other person seems a bit too nervous and fitful, especially with that hand gesture. The keyblade wielder's head cocked to the side a bit because he didn't understand what was going on, but then he shook his head.

"No, it's not my place. I thought you were in trouble, so I came to find out if you were alright." He then raised a hand up towards the ships. "You're in the ship hangar, so no one really owns the place."

Bruno remains silent for a moment, his eyes on nothing in particular until he gives a quick chuckle to hide his newly nervous thoughts and step over to where he has spotted some kitchen paper. He tries hard not to question it, but- It will do.

"Sure hope no one's gonna be mad at us for using their kitchen here." He exclaims in a tone aiming for cheerful while heading back to the cabinet where he has seen some cups.

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