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When a girl from a strange world ends up in his apartment, he has a lot of explaining to do. Then, when he has attempted to explain everything, he has to attempt to figure out how she got there and how to get her home.
When she ends up in a strange boy's apartment in a strange world, she has to learn to adjust to a strange, weird world, and attempt to get home.
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"We don't have queens here. We have a president, that the people elect to rule our country, and a government that we elect to decide on laws and such. And if the president is in town, I highly doubt we'll get anywhere close to him. But if we do, you can look him in the eye and shake his hand," he explained, patting his pockets in search of his wallet and phone. "Hold on, I've just got to get something," he said, disappearing back into the bedroom to retrieve them.
"So, are we good to go?" He asked as he came back out.
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"I see you are a people of rules too." She offered a small smile and begrudgingly kept the shoes on, though they were awkwardly large on her. Ridahne did not have entirely small feet, though they were not as big as Spencer's. Men, she knew, often had larger feet. The jeans felt thick around her legs, the fabric was heavy and to her, it felt unwieldy, but it was nice to be a little more covered, as the air was colder here than she was used to. If she had a way of measuring it, at home it would be around a hundred degrees, but it was much less here. However, 'degrees' were a foreign concept to her and she knew only hot and hotter. The shirt was fine though, if not strange.
Ridahne looked at him, baffled. "You...don't have queens? No Sota?" She had no idea what a president was, especially not since it sounded like said ruler was a male. Male?? Didn't they have other jobs to do? Who guarded them? What did the women do? And she did not know what an elected ruler was. "I don't understand. You have a king? He is male? And what is elected? Do....women protect your king then?" She was clearly confused by this idea and it all felt backwards to her. "You...are allowed to...touch your leader? Your p-pre-si-den? At my home, if you touched a Sota, she or her Taja--uh, her um, keepers? Guards? Would cut off your hand." She made a slicing motion with her hand and a cutting sound with her mouth.
Spence gathered his things and she nodded to him; the headed out the door. The further she walked outside of the door, the more tense and quiet she became. She looked more and more like the woman who pulled a knife on him and threatened him than the one who squealed at the sight of a fridge light. There was something militant in her, something fierce, violent, and strong, almost wild. As the world opened up to her and showed just how far from home she was, it was as if Ridahne shut down. She did not speak and wouldn't unless spoken to, for she had nothing to say. But more than that, her body language shifted and became what could only be described as coiled, like a cat backed against a wall and preparing to strike at an outstretched hand. Out of habit, her right hand did not stray far from her side, as it was the one she used to draw the knife from behind her back, which was effortlessly hidden underneath Spencer's loose clothing. Though Ridahne was tense, she was no less graceful, in fact, she was almost more so. This defensive demeanor was almost her natural state and she fell into it easily.
Whoever she was at home, she had clearly been trained to be aware of her surroundings and to know how to respond to a situation if it turned ugly. She also seemed like the type of person to make a situation ugly.
"You lead," she said cryptically, her eyes constantly scanning the area.
He pressed the button and turned to her. He was going to have to warn her about the elevator in case she freaked out and ended up destroying something vital. "This is the elevator, it will take us down to the ground floor. It's like a small metal box. We're only going to be in it for a few seconds, so just... try not to freak out, okay? I'll be with you, you'll be safe," he promised.
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"Not to offend you, but where I come from, I learned not to trust my safety to the hands of other people. And I don't fear your box." Her tone was not harsh but definitely aloof. Ridahne was a guarded woman when she got uneasy. The elevator door rolled open and she inspected the small space quietly. There were so many buttons! What did they all do? When Spencer pressed one and the elevator began to move she guessed its purpose. But then as it moved she dropped down into a grounded stance, looking a little like a dog taking her first car ride and still trying to stay standing. She couldn't say she was expecting it to move down and her mind swirled with different places it could be taking them. Underground? Or were there just that many floors? How could there be that many floors??
The elevator opened up to another floor, but she could see up ahead that they were now on the ground level. "How many floors are there? Is this all your home? How...big is this place?"
Once they reached the ground floor, he stepped out, turning back around to look at her. "There's twenty floors altogether. I live on the fifth floor, and I'm just renting the apartment. The entire building isn't mine, no. Just the rooms you saw," he said, shrugging. As he glanced out the door, a car driving past caused him to realise something terrifying. If she'd been so amused by a lightbulb, how was she going to imagine with cars, buses and god knows what else? This might have been a bad idea. But it was too late to back out now- he'd agreed to help, so he had to.
"Come on, then, let's go see the city."
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The elevator door opened showing a lobby she thought had to belong to a queen due to its size and extravagant (to her) interior. Outside she could see many people walking by, as well as several brightly painted carts made of metal and glass parked on the side of the street. Ridahne followed him outside but her attention was diverted away from him and fully to the strangeness of her surroundings. It was so loud and the air smelled almost smoky. People looked at her long as they walked by. Ridahne stared challengingly back. She inspected a car parked nearby--a red prius-- and after touching it with one slim hand, decided to hop up on the hood and sit on it like a reclining chair.
"Your carts are strange. Where are the horses? And why are these metal? Can the horses pull metal?" She was still a little stiff and quiet as if on high alert; her eyes never lingered on him long before they scanned the people and buildings.
"Hey!" An older man waddled up with his hands outstretched angrily. "What are you doing, lady? Get off my car before you put a dent in it! What are you thinking, sitting on someone else's car anyway? Don't you--" And that's all Ridahne needed. She slid off the hood of the car and stepped towards him, standing tall and straight as her fiery eyes locked onto his. She spoke quickly in her own language and at a considerable, harsh volume. Enough that the man took one look at her very aggressive hand gestures and the fact that she was inching closer and closer to him and backed up with his hands out in front of him.
Ridahne didn't get why he wasn't yelling back. She knew they spoke different languages, but surely he understood she was fighting with him? He was supposed to yell back, but he didn't. Instead he left, leaving her there with the last word and a hot look in her amber eyes. But the whole exchange she played off as normal--after all, if someone was irritating, it often resulted in a yelling match, if not a quick scuffle.
"So yeah, first things first, don't sit on other people's cars. They don't like that. Secondly, horses don't pull them. They drive themselves because of engines and... stuff. It's a long story, one that I can't really explain. I'm not an engineer. Half the time, it's easier to walk in the city, though. That way, you don't get stuck in traffic or anything like that. C'mon, let's see some of the other sights," he said, anxious to get her into a situation where she'd find it harder to get into a fight.
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The engine bit left her silent for a while though. She had to sort through that idea quietly. No horses? And it powered...itself? That, she could not fathom. Things did not go on their own. "En'giiiine? What is inside it? Is it alive? Do you have horses at all?" This time she did not bolt off before he could answer these questions and instead strode smoothly beside him like some long-legged cat. Ridahne had the body of a dancer--a dancer with plenty of warrior's training. Each of her movements, however small, seemed intentional. "And what is tra'fiic?" This one, however, she was able to guess. "That is when there are too many people in front of you and you can't move, yes?"
"This is all very unfamiliar to me. You will have to tell me things," she explained. "Like...not to sit on carts, or whatever."
"I'll answer any question you have. But you'll have to ask me, because I'm so used to living in this world that I take it for granted. So, maybe ask me before you do anything that I'm not doing, okay?" he said, stopping at a traffic light and hitting the button. "Don't go until I do, you might get hit by a car," he instructed. Shopping with her was going to be... interesting to say the least. How did they even shop in her world? Did they just make their own clothes from cloth? Or was it more like it was here?
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Ridahne couldn't imagine how one might fit inside a car. There seemed to be no hole or opening big enough for a person to fit through, though peering inside of one, she could see seats made of padded leather and a funny looking circle in front of one of them. She was about to ask how one would get inside when she saw someone across the street open the door to her car and sit inside. It was so smooth against the surface of the car! She would have missed it otherwise. And so much metal! She couldn't imagine how much they cost or how long it took to make one.
It was a good thing Spence warned her not to cross the street until he did, because she was already moving to do so. She got half a step in when he made the comment, and she halted with a huff. She did not like waiting, nor did she like taking direction from others, but he had a point. She'd been nearly trampled by horses a few times and more than once had been tackled unintentionally by a trotting hunting cat. Traffic lights were not a thing where she was from, nor were road rules.
"There are so many people...is your country...big?"
They reached the shopping centre, and he beckoned her inside. "The thing about asking before doing anything I'm not doing still applies in her, okay?" he said, afraid of how she would react to this strange new world. He led her into the clothes shop and stopped, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.
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Inside the shopping center, Ridahne had very little idea of how to proceed. First of all, the doors opened seemingly by themselves at just the precise moment they approached them and Ridahne pictured two children pulling the doors by ropes somewhere on the other side. Secondly, the air was a blast of frigid cold that Ridahne had not felt in ages, not since she'd been on the sea in a storm. Her face wrinkled and she wrapped her arms around her chest. There were racks as far as the eye could see with an overwhelming number of jackets and shirts and things she did not totally recognize.
For a while, Ridahne did not move. She stood, watched, studied. "It is quiet in here. No one is yelling about prices, or about their things they want to sell..." She watched a woman flip through clothes on the rack and decided to do the same, figuring that was the best way to go about all of this. She didn't totally know what to look for, but it was a start. The section she was in was for shirts, she figured out, as they looked somewhat similar to the one of Spencer's she was borrowing. She kept glancing back at the woman browsing the clothing several feet down the aisle from her, watching what she was doing.
"I...find something I want to wear and I just...take it and give money to someone there?" She pointed to the registers; she was quick on the uptake and knew the jingle of even unfamiliar coins. Ridahne flipped through the shirts, eventually picking one up that was a loose gray tank top. Ridahne inspected it for a moment, then unceremoniously stripped her shirt off and tossed it aside, putting the tank top on instead to see if it fit. She did not have what one might call a proper bra, but the area was covered by a bandeau-like piece of fabric that tied in the back, and she clearly did not seem to be ashamed to be seen in public in it. Her knife was also exposed against her back, nestled in a very worn leather sheath that sat hilt-side-down in the center of her lower back, held in place by a minimalist harness that kept the sheath in place. It too, was very worn and in one place there was a rather major blood stain on the brown leather. The top was a size or two too large on her. "Is it supposed to be so much fabric? Or do I go have it stitched by someone? I don't know how to...shop for clothes. I never had money for them, so I buy fabric instead. Or trade someone. And...I do not know what to buy."
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