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[[Garry's ratty coat is doing nothing for him in this frigid weather. His teeth chatter together as he tries to balance the many items in his arms and shove them into his pockets. A pamphlet, this communicator phone thing, some money (what is this, some sort of theme park or convention?!), his lighter, the necklace, his rose ...

His eyes fall to Ib's handkerchief, still wrapped gently around his injured hand.

From one far away place to another. At least it seems like this world is a lot less likely to get him killed. He wonders if his rose means just as much here as it did there. And just as well, he hopes that Ib, at least, made it back safe---to her parents, to safety, to home. If she isn't with him right now, many he can count on the fact that she's okay! Brave, resilient Ib doesn't deserve to be away from them any longer.

Still, he feels a bit forlorn that he can't keep his promise to see her again, and give her back her handkerchief, or go get macarons. At least, not any time soon.

He's stuck. And not for the first time.

With another furious shiver, he trudges across the Bay, and buries his cold nose in the map to look for an inn or something to keep him until he can figure something else out. And soon. It's freezing.]]

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[[He's looking rather worse for wear, and very, very cold, but he forces out an awkward, weak smile nonetheless.]]

H-Heh, I ... I guess this place w-wants me to stay. I suppose it c-could be worse!

I'm going to the inn ... I think th-there's enough money here for th-that. There's so m-much I have to f-figure out.

If by any ch-chance you run into a little girl---brown h-hair, red eyes, her name is Ib---l-let her know Garry's here! I h-hope she's made it back home, though! Her p-parents must be worried sick!

Ah, and th-the map is helpful, yes, but does anyone know of any coat s-stores and th-their cross-streets? I'd b-be so grateful!

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[What? Did you just call for a little girl with brown hair and red eyes? Because that's what you're going to get now, except you can only see part of her face because the weird camera angle.]

Garry! I was looking all over for you.

[She's so happy to see you right now.]

Edited 2015-12-06 19:25 (UTC)

[Ib's already had a hard time running into her past self. She's been avoiding the network since but then she hears a familiar voice ring out from her phone. She doesn't look at the screen, instead she wanders out to see if it's really true.

Only it can't be. Garry, her Garry, is dead.

She stops at the Bay and stands in the shadows until she sees the familiar messy mass of hair. Her fingers reach into her pocket turning over the lighter again and again. It can't really be him... It's little Ib's Garry.

Ib doesn't step forward, she doesn't say anything but she also doesn't try to hide.]

[[Garry blinks at the screen for a moment, but from what little he does see, it's certainly familiar! And then there is no mistaking her voice!

He feels a little guilty, because he's somewhat grateful that she's here---and remorseful all at once, that she isn't home where she belongs.]]

Ib! Y-You're here, too! Are you alright?! W-Where are you?

I'm okay.... There are very nice people here who helped me when I got here the other day. I'm at... uhm... [what are long words....] that Children's House I think it's called..?

Are you at the weird water place?

[[He almost walks right on by, but as he passes someone, he lowers the map from his gaze with a sigh. What a mess this all is.

He catches her in his peripheral, and maybe it's his time in the Fabricated World that makes him turn sharply at anything or anyone that might hide in the shadows. He swivels quickly on his heel so he faces her head-on.

Then he reminds himself that reacting harshly has consequences, so he tries to calm himself down from the startle.]]

Ah! Ahah, I'm sorry ma'am.

[[Fair skin, long, brown hair, those eyes ...

Why are they so familiar?]]

H-Hello, ah ... would you by any chance know w-where I may buy a-another coat? I do love this one b-but it's rather thin for this w-weather ...

O-Oh! Good, y-you found safety! The people are nice here ... then th-this place isn't another painting.

[[At least he dares to hope. He definitely hopes that no one is like Mary, here.

At any rate, forget the cold! Ib is here!]]

Yes, yes, I am! Do you need me to come get you? I can run over right away!

[[He'd find it SOMEhow!]]

[Ib closes her eyes and then steps from the shadows. She doesn't say a word and instead walks past him. She pauses and then looks back at him.]

This way.

[She's trying to figure out what to say, of course he doesn't recognize her. She's at least twice the age that she was when they first met. She probably doesn't look anything like that little girl anymore.]

[You have no idea how relieved she is to see you. She couldn't help that small giggle in response. Not because it was funny, per se, but just.... she was just happy... Happy that she wasn't alone.]

I can come over. I think I remember the way.

[Well, She's already moving. Jerry was nice enough to buy her a coat -- which was surprising to see such a nice person after being in the Fabricated World -- so she already tugging it on and out the door.]

A-Ah ... thank you.

[[He doesn't know why, but as she steps forward and ahead of him, she has his full attention.

Strange. And the small intonation of her voice makes him take pause for a moment.

Whoever this woman is, though, she seems rather cold. He keeps his guard up, just in case this place is the work of the Fabricated World, and this woman might be a part of it.

Yeah. That must explain the odd sensation of familiarity here. Maybe. Sort of.

Argh. He doesn't know.

He clears his throat and follows after her.]]

... My name is Garry. Are you ... have you been here very long?

[Ib keeps her pace however her eyes fall to the ground.]

I've only been here for a few days.

[Her voice is soft and silky and after a long moment she looks back up at Garry. Crimson red eyes watching him before turning to look at the street.

He won't believe her anyway, so why should she say anything at all. It's probably better if she remains silent on who she is.]

I met a little girl here as well. Her name is Ib. You know her right? She's safe... she'll probably contact you but... I thought you should know.

Ah, Ib.

[[He gives her a fond smile. She's still so brave and so smart! And her smile soothes him somewhat---at least she's in good spirits considering she's in another place all over again.]]

Alright! Heh, I suppose this wouldn't be the first time you've saved me! I'll be here. Bundle up! It's freezing out!

I guess that makes us even then. [Because really... He's saved her so many times...] I will.

[And not too long later, she eventually makes it. She got lost a few times, but that's what her map is for. Finally finding the place again, she noticed that familiar silhouette. Once he was in her sights, she ran over to hug him as tiny arms wrapped around him.]

Ah! And you're already helping new people out. That's quite something!

[[Once again, Garry is rendered momentarily speechless when her gaze meets his own. Those eyes are almost haunting.

They remind him of---

---are crimson eyes common?

It takes a second for him to recover from her piercing stare (he can't put his finger on what it is about her that's so confusing!), but he finally replies, slowly and carefully.]]

Ah, yes. She's actually going to drop by soon, I think. Thank you for looking after her.

[[ooc: Can little Ib hop in here :3a]]

I didn't... do anything like that.

[She's not all that great with kids and hearing that she might be coming here only makes her nervous. Really quickly she points to the store where jackets, much like the ones Garry likes, are hanging in the window.]

There.

[Ib's thinking about leaving before her little self shows up.]

[And just like that, here comes the little girl in question wearing a suitable winter coat (thanks to Jerry). She did get lost a few times, but that's what her map is for. Finally finding the place again, she noticed that familiar silhouette. Once he was in her sights, she ran over to hug him as tiny arms wrapped around him.

TOO LATE, OLDER IB.]

Edited 2015-12-06 20:23 (UTC)

[[At first, Garry's impressed that this woman (he still doesn't know her name yet) seems to understand his particular taste in clothes, because the coats in the window are just what he likes.

He lets his guard down just a bit.]]

Thank you very much. This is just what I--!

[[He's cut off, though, but the familiar, tiny arms wrapping around his lithe frame. This isn't this first time, and he knows who it is even before he looks down.]]

Ib! Ib, you made it!

[[And he's so, so relieved that she's alright, because at least she isn't COMPLETELY alone here. He forgets for a moment that he's supposed to be wary of this woman a few feet away from him and embraces Ib in return.]]

Edited 2015-12-06 20:31 (UTC)

[Ib takes a small step back. The sight of their embrace causes a sharp pain in her chest and she doesn't think it's okay for her to see more. She looks away before finally attempting to bid the pair farewell. If little Ib's happy then it's okay.]

I should go.

[Little Ib won't be alone anymore so she isn't really needed.]

You're here.. I knew you'd be here...

[Hearing her older self, she gave a small frown as she moved from her hug to grab the back of the coat.]

Please don't go. Garry is okay. See?

[Sorry Garry. Luke spent too much time out in the cold sans coat yesterday--not that there's much his little coat could do to help the taller boy even if he tried. He sniffs before speaking on the phone, clearing his throat.

The kid that answers can't be more than fourteen, wide brown eyes blinking.]

Miss Ib? She's at the house for children. I showed her the way last night.

[The teen sneezes, then tilts his head.] There's a coat shop not too far from there but I can't remember the street. Are you still by the Bay? I can come show you the way if you'd like!

I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner!

[[At first, he's willing to let this woman leave if she wants to, but seeing Ib's attachment to her makes his heart soften. So, even if the woman said she didn't help Ib at all, maybe she's just being modest about it.

If Ib wants her around, then that's enough for Garry.

"Garry is okay." That's an odd statement to make, and he quirks an eyebrow at it.]]

Well, of course I'm okay, Ib. And, miss, please let us at least walk you to where you need to be! I suppose my coat can wait; with all this excitement, I'm not nearly as cold!

[[Garry isn't too keen on being especially trusting (even to little kids, because Mary did a number on them), but ...

... Well.

... This boy obviously has a cold and really, Garry is a silly, bleeding heart at the core.]]

Ah, thank you very much for looking after her! She's already contacted me. And don't you fret; it looks like you've got a bit of a bug!

What's your name?

[[And please don't turn out to be a crazy painting kid.]]

[This is awkward. Ib shifts her weight back to her heels before looking back at Garry. It's almost startling that he hasn't noticed the obvious similarities between her and the young Ib. Not even to mention they still have similar tastes and colors when it comes to clothes.]

I don't need to be anywhere.

[She is rather misplaced right now.]

I'm fine on my own Ib.

[Which she's told the young girl before.]

But.... I can't leave you lonely.... Please don't go.

[[Well, Ib seems really attached to her.

Garry takes a deep breath, and when he really takes a step back to look at the both of them next to one another, he does notice a few things.

The eyes, a color that not many possess. The pale skin and striking brown hair. The clothes.

Is it possible that ...?

... Wait. Wait.

He remembers a particular painting in the Fabricated World. Of a young couple---a father, and a mother, who they both resemble.]]

Are you ...?

... Ib's sister??

[Ib lets out a slow measured breath. Really Garry? That's what you are going with?]

Not exactly.

[She corrects softly. She doesn't really want to think about going by an nickname or anything like that and she'd feel awful if she lies to Garry. Which is why she prefers to remain silent.]

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