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Orianna nodded her head in confirmation. The playground was certainly a 'thing'- and, if she remembered correctly, some considered it a noun as well. As to why the male felt compelled to voice such matters she could not say, for it would have been frivolous of her to speak on matters she knew nothing about (not that such things have stopped her in the past). She turned her head to face him, her lightly colored irises glistened with curiosity as he brighten their atmosphere with his laughter. Once again, she was acquainted with the fact that the nameless stranger possessed a rather endearing smile. She wondered if he was capable (or willing for that matter) to remain stationary long enough for her to draw it. If only there was a way to instantaneously capture such things. She moved the thought along when the male with striking sapphire eyes began talking about humans beings.

Orianna momentarily turned her gaze to a woman adorned in a black and navy blue pinstripe suit skirt. The outfit was completed with a pair of shades that took up a third of her face and plain black heels. The woman was talking to someone on the rectangular communication device that, from the lavender haired female's point of view, seemed to be owned by-.... Well everyone, which seemed like a rather bizarre thing for people to have in common. Her actions, pose, and her overall demeanor seemed rather-... off for their current environment- and that was coming from Orianna of all people. Then again, there were a few people engaged in similar activities. So perhaps, it was commonplace, after all. Orianna's jaw slightly dropped when the blonde male mentioned something about the bigger ones losing their sense of dreaming. Oh my! Did that mean that they were unable to go to the dreamworld? "Do they need help finding their way back?" she inquired, her words laced with genuine concern. She glanced back at the woman she saw, her lower lip etched itself forward to form a rather noticeable pout. The male was right, it was indeed a sad thing! She should help them-... should she not?

Orianna then noticed a male sitting with his back pressing against the trunk of a statue. 'Mouse, you can't just touch people without their permission.' Even though he was still in the shopping district (that was if he hasn't already met up with his friend), she could hear a rather protective Akira reminding her to be ever so mindful of the customs of this world. Dream weaving was one of the three gifts that she was given. However, unlike in the dreamworld, her power now required the person to be asleep for it to be effective. Well that and touch, which was generally as simple and as innocent as gently resting her hand on their foreheads. Since Akira had taken the time to warn her about NOT getting herself in trouble, the dream-turned-human felt slightly compelled to respond to the voice in her head with something reassuring. Thus, Orianna stated in a confident, as-a-matter-of-fact manner, "He's awake. I have no reason to touch him." All the while, she remained blissfully ignorant to the fact that she blurted such things, which were better left in the confined corners of her mind, out loud where people could certainly hear her.

Wait... What? When a bigger one was able to maintain their ability to have fun, they were considered a-... child? B-But weren't they an adult at that point? Or was this another case where a word had multiple meanings? Oh my. Why? "Are they not adults?" she inquired, her features doing very little to hide her confusion. "Is it possible to be both?" Orianna glanced down at her hand when the rather intriguing man grabbed it. She had originally intended to help him up- but he had decided to pick himself up to his feet without any aid. So she wasn't entirely sure why he decided to hold her hand now. Needless to say, the blonde took her by surprise when he took a giant step forward, unintentionally pulling her along with him and causing her to almost trip in the process. She gasped in response, a string of clumsily formed syllables sloppily dripped out of her parted lips. "P-Please be more gentle. I am rather..... um... heavy?" Was that the word that she was searching for? When compared to those of the same height, Orianna was half (perhaps a third) of what she 'ought to have been'. Apparently, being 60 pounds was very unnatural for this world, especially since she was 5'8". No. The fact that, that was 60 pounds more than what she had originally started out with DIDN'T make it any better. Due to the distribution in weight, which was fairly even throughout, the female was very easy to physically move... Not that it required a great deal of effort to figure out such things... Evidently.

Orianna straightened her posture, grateful that today was not a day where her face had to acquaint itself with the ground. She shook off the small shock and focused her sights on the mini adventure ahead. "So... Do you visit the park often?", she inquired, wondering if the male would mind telling her the names of the things they had there. However, before her mind could begin to wonder, and before she could begin to make outlandish guesses as to what the proper nomenclatures might have been, Orianna was hit with a small revelation. The nameless figure kept mentioning humans in their conversation. He was talking as if he wasn't one himself! She smiled at the wonderfully delightful idea.

"May I ask you two things?" Orianna inquired. Unlike him, she actually waited for him to respond (whether it be physically or verbally) before bombarding him with her inquiries. "If you're a male, then why did you want me to draw you like a 'French girl'?" Honestly, was there a reason to further confuse the gullible foreigner? "And... what are you?"

"B-But-.... I barely have the dictionary definitions down!" This was certainly true when verbal communication was concerned. She was better when it came to the written form and even with understanding certain forms of literature. Even then, her skills were limited to that of a child's. Prodigies not included. "No. Words are certainly not nice." Orianna stated after giving the concept some thought. "They are bullies." This time around, the female with lavender hair found herself joining in on the laughter. Even though she genuinely meant what she had said, she couldn't suppress the huge, childish smile that was trying to pry its way to the surface. As lost as she was -and quite consistently at that- Orianna was certainly enjoying herself. Even if he didn't quite get the results he was aiming for, she was truly grateful that her current companion was TRYING to explain things to her. How fortunate was she to have been able to meet such a bizarre, weird, patient, kind individual, who, apparently, was quite fond of the term 'unearthly'. The female had to wonder if that was foreshadowing his future nickname for her. She was 'Mouse' to Akira, so it wouldn't necessary be too far-fetch to assume such things... Well, at least she didn't think so.

"Oh!" Orianna beamed, her face lit up when she recognized what he was talking about. "Like a movie?" She couldn't help but to feel accomplished in some ways. She got it right this time! Even so, the quote still sounded very bizarre to her. Perhaps it was one of those films that she needed to see in order to understand. "I would like to see this Titanic one day." Who knows? Watching the movie might help her better understand the person standing before her. It was certainly worth a gander. "You are... a.. demi-god?" Orianna slowly repeated. The way he described his father reminded her greatly of Thor-... Just significantly more Asian and a lot less Nordic. "Are you family with Thor?", she inquired after a brief period of silence. She wanted to learn more, but, at the same time, she also didn't want to get far too ahead of herself.

Orianna glanced down at the grainy pile in front of her. 'Sand.' It was one of the first things she saw when she first traveled outside the Pandora estate. Aside from the playground, Emily's little heart deeply yearned for a day at the beach. The two would spend a great deal in her dreams creating creatures out of sand, which Orianna would animate by using her flute. She took off her shoes and placed it beside her. She might not have known much about the world, but she certainly knew that heels plus sand was a magnificent combination for trouble. The combination was also an excellent example of why Murphy's Law existed. Orianna bent down and nonchalantly picked up a small clump with her hand, only to watch the small pieces slip between parted fingers. It was wonderfully nostalgic, which was something that a dream, like herself, would never thought she'd say. Living in this world certainly had its perks. As she glanced around for a bucket and a tiny plastic shovel, Orianna almost missed Akihiko's inquiry. She looked up at him with a blank expression. Um. What was the question again? Oh. That was right! He wanted to know what she was. "A dream." Orianna proudly stated, acting as if that was the only thing that she could have possibly been; that and as if it was the most obvious answer the world could have offered them. "Or, as the fairy godmother says, 'The result of a little girl's hankering for companionship and love.'" She momentarily paused. "Or something like that." Not that she truly understood the meaning of such things. Her bright smile temporarily dimmed when she realized that it was her turn to introduce herself. "Orianna is my name." The female stated shortly after laughing at herself for temporarily forgetting her manners. She was so silly sometimes. "I am happy to meet you."

Now... Time to find that shovel. Hey. Wait. She glanced up at Akihiko. "Are we allowed to use..." She glanced around, displaying signs of reservation and hesitation for the first time since their conversation began. She gestured for him to move closer so she could whisper what she wanted to ask to him. When he was close enough for her to achieve what she wanted, she finished her inquiry with a simple word. "Powers?" Evidently, people learning about her race didn't phase her as much as them knowing about her 'special talents'. Priorities: Even Orianna had them.

"Tomorrow" Orianna would have suggested tonight- but she was on the hunt for the strangely elusive cafe, which was something she had intended to find before the next day arrived. Since the establishment was called Moonbuck Cafe, the female was all to convinced that the cafe was located on the moon, and that the entrance portal only appeared once the large floating meteor graced them with its presence. She wondered what it would've been like up there. Orianna has about how the gravity was approximately one sixth to that of earth. Without the extra gravitational pull pushing her body down, the imaginative female had to wonder if she would ever be able to find the ground again once she was up there. It would have certainly been an interesting adventure, one that she couldn't wait to tell Emily about. "I shall go to Moonbuck Cafe today." She paused, wondering if Akihiko was interested in such things. "Will you join me?"

Orianna nodded her head when Akihiko asked her if she had asked him if he was related to Thor. When she saw his facial [removed](particularly his scrunched up nose), she was rather uncertain of how she was meant to interpret it, especially since it disappeared as fast as it came. The female with silky lavender colored hair thought back on the poses he did earlier and wondered if he was just 'playing' again. Somewhere between the rows of laughter was the word 'never'. That was generally used in a negative tense, correct? So did that mean that he was not of the Norse god's bloodline? But.. Thor was the god of thunder, was he not? And Akihiko's father was the god of thunder and lightning? Yet... They were neither the same, nor were they of the same bloodline? "Is it because he isn't Japanese?"

"A dream." Orianna repeated in a singy-songy manner. She just stayed there and silently watched as Akihiko's expression of enthusiasm and excitement drastically change to complete bewilderment. He looked rather troubled by the fact that she was what she was. "Is being a dream bad?", she inquired, wondering if that was the reason why he was so taken back by her two-worded statement. "Should I not be one?" But it didn't make sense for him to blatantly oppose the idea, especially when she put the early half of their conversation into consideration. Instead of mauling over it, Orianna pushed the thought aside and pulled herself up to her feet. It didn't really matter anyways. The blonde male, who currently looked as if he were cycling through the stages of grief, looked like he was in a desperate need of a hug- and she wanted to give him just that. "You will be okay." She reassuringly stated. "May I hug you?" Should she pet him? Would he find that comforting? Thankfully, it looked like he was able to work it out on his own... It just took a lot longer than Orianna had originally thought it would. Oh well.

This time around, it seemed like the two were finally on the same page... of uncertainty that was. Orianna blinked a few times when he gave her his response. He. Did. NOT. Know. What? But why? How didn't he know? The initial shock was quickly replaced with acceptance as a fun idea entered her mind. Since the rules regarding the matter was foreign to both of them, they should figure it out together. "I know. Let us go find a human and ask." Just because she didn't want them to see her use her powers - in fear that it might get her in trouble - didn't mean that she couldn't ask them about it. Plus, no one said that she needed to tell them what hers were, or even that she had them in the first place. The problem was that unless they had a huge neon sign that stated otherwise, they all looked human to her. Though for some individuals, she was often told that, that was the point. "Hm." Orianna rested her hands on her hips, taking a few seconds to think about their (her) options. 'They look human', she thought as she spotted a pair running along the cement trail. In the off chance they weren't, she decided it was a good idea to open with a simple question like "Are you human?" Because why beat around the figurative bush when you can steamroll over it?

And, just like that, Orianna was off.

{Location:Soleil Park}
{Mood:Calm}
{Thoughts:Demi-gods and dreams... Sounds like a good tile for a song.}
{Company: None}
{Currently Listening To:Creation of Earth and Blinding}

Watching the two interact was more amusing than Hiraos had expected, and listening in on their conversation was very educational. So it seemed this place was filled with more than a few odd balls. That suited him just fine. Perhaps his own predicament would be acceptable. Wouldn't that be nice.

Then he heard what they really were. A demi-god and a dream? There was no way... was there? Here he was, a walking remnant of an ancient, cursed society, and he couldn't quite bring himself to believe that these two were what they had introduced themselves to be. Who was he to judge anyhow? What sort of education had he been allowed? Politics. Politics. Politics. How to get the most out of your opponent and without offending them or making out to be the bad guy. How to handle the press. How to cover up incidences and who to bribe. Most of all he was taught to keep his secrets under control at all times, including the biggest one of all.

But these two! They came right out and stated without much reserve what they were, as if they knew the other would accept it. There was a bit of disbelief and wonder in their reactions, but overall they seemed to accept it. That concept completely foreign to Hiraos. Never in his life had he been led to believe that there were others out there who would accept him for what he was. All that he was. Did he dare hope there could be such acceptance for him somewhere in this city?

Realizing that he was staring, Hiraos averted his gaze. As unique as the individuals around here seemed to be, he was sure staring was still considered rude, and he was pretty sure the dream, whose name he had not quite heard, had caught his eye once or twice earlier in the conversation. He was a people watcher by nature, but he knew there were limits. Instead, he let his focus on the demi-god and dream fade out and decided it was a good time to meditate. With a deep breath, he replaced the earbud, surrounding himself in calming music, and cleared his mind. It was time to confront the monster in the back of his mind.

"Cassa-.... what ah?" Was that another term for dream? Since they were already there, what in the world did 'suave' mean? And what was Akihiko even talking about? Orianna turned her head and glance around at their surrounding. As she did that, her lilac colored irises made contact with a pair of aquamarine ones. She stared back at the individual for a few seconds, thinking very little of the fact that it felt as if he had his gaze fixated on them throughout the duration of their conversation. Orianna moved then her attention to the trees, grass, sky, and some other things, before inwardly nodded her head to herself. They were outside. If they had been in one of those buildings she passed on the way there, then they would've been inside. Or was it the other way around? No. No. She was fairly certain that she had it right the first time. With that in mind, she turned her attention back to Akihiko. "Why would I ask you out?" She asked rather bluntly, thinking that the act seemed rather redundant given their current setting. Was it possible to be more outside than they already were? Did such things operate in degrees?

As Orianna ran barefoot in the grass, running after a pair dressed in athletic gear, she once again took notice to the fact that the male with honey brown colored hair was watching them. She wondered if he was the shy, unobtrusive type. Once again, she thought very little on the matter. It would have been tossed aside away completely had a little part of her not remind her about her manners. That and the very simple fact that, instead of chasing down two rather unsuspecting victims individuals, she could have easily asked that guy instead. Goodness! It was so simple! Why didn't she think of it in the first place?

By the time the little revelation hit her, she was already 5-10 feet away from the joggers. It was a good thing that Akihiko had been traveling a controlled distance behind her, either then her abrupt movements would have caused him to collide right into her. "Let's ask him instead.", she stated, informing Akihiko of the sudden change in plans, acting as if the demi-god had a choice in the matter.

In truth, Orianna wasn't sure which question she should ask the silent observer first. Since she was under the impression that he was shy, she wondered if he was one of those individuals that needed someone else to initiate the conversation, which she had no problems doing (obviously). In truth, she never fully understood the concept of embarrassment. Nor did she fully understand why negative opinions of others mattered to some. Why did some allow such trivial things to effect and, more often than not, influence their actions? As someone who has constantly been in the presence of death (it was a natural part of her previous line of work), she knew that they only had one life to live. Likewise, it just seemed wasteful to allow others to dictate one's actions. Perhaps it was yet another concept that was particular to this universe and one that a dream -like herself- was not meant to get.

Orianna approached the observer, who, at that point seemed to be off in his own little world. She glanced down at the ground and decided to sit down to maintain eye contact (because she was often told that that was the polite thing to do). She glanced over at Akihiko, if only to make sure that she didn't accidentally lose him in the process. Orianna then turned her sites back to the current target of her ever fluttering attention. She gently tapped him on the shoulder and waved when she successfully got his attention. Unfortunately, now that she was there, she was at a lost on where to start. She was fighting back and forth between introductions, asking him if he wanted to join them, asking him if he was human, AND asking him if he knew whether or not powers were common knowledge there. Oh. What to do? What to do? Oh! Why not start at the beginning and, once she came to the end, stop?

"Hello." Orianna stated in a singy-songy tune. "Just in case you were not able to hear it earlier, I am Orianna. What are you named?"

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"Casa-... what ah?" Akihiko started laughing again. "Casanova. Smooth? Like... you're flirting? Damn it, do you even know what flirting is?" This conversation only got weirder by the second didn't it? Well, he wasn't complaining. It'll be a great story to tell people in the future. Just imagine the faces in reaction to him telling them he was mistaken for a homeless man, met a girl who turned out to be a literal dream who just so happened to have mistaken him for a French Girl. Absurd! The entire thing was absurd!

As he laughed, Orianna spent no time at all to find the nearest stranger to confront, but of all the people, she just had to choose one that's meditating? "Orianna I don't thin-" Too late. The lavender lady sat herself right in front of him, and snapped the stranger out of whatever trance he had sunk himself into. Akihiko stood from a respectable distance dumbfounded at how absolutely shameless she was. But then again... she wasn't necessarily from this world was she? She was... a dream... or whatever. Akihiko watched as Orianna jumped straight into introducing herself to the surprisingly endearing stranger. He snorted at how calm the man was. Almost as if he were expecting them or something. Akihiko stepped forward. Orianna had already successfully overstepped some boundaries, and by the looks of it, everything was fine... so why not?

Taking another step forward, the man who introduced himself as Hiraos Luna - cool name, Akihiko admitted - had smiled and nodded at him, inviting Akihiko into a conversation he had already decided to invite himself into. Funny how that worked. "I am Akihiko... Akihiko Takahiro."
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