001. not in kansas, toto [action/voice]
[Xander has woken up in some pretty weird places in his time. It's an occupational hazard of fighting the forces of evil and usually getting knocked unconscious as a result. However, this - Luceti, that is - has certainly raised the bar of weirdness.
Cold, hard, earth underneath his bare (and oddly uncomfortable) back, greenery and trees all around, and some frankly bizarre white pants on his lower half. Blinking, groaning and fumbling to feel for his eyepatch (on his face, mercifully) he sits up.]
What the...? [he mutters, looking around incredulously - at that moment noticing his clothes piled neatly beside him, along with the rather incongruous looking journal. He stares, then sighs, reaching for his clothes - this is all probably Andrew's moronic doing, his idea of a hilarious prank - after all, if it was a demon thing, he'd probably be dead or eaten by now. Or possibly disembowelled.
He moves to pull his sweater over his head, but encounters difficulty at his shoulder blades - an odd obstruction, something there where there should be nothing. After a couple of frustrated tugs, he reaches back to find out what the problem is, and oh - feathers. Attached to... wings. Well, that's a game-changer.
Now fully miffed (and feeling a lot less relaxed about this whole experience) he abandons the sweater and reaches for the book instead, stifling the urge to panic. There were bound to be clues in here, right? He arrives at the first page and eyes it with suspicion - some kind of communication device? After a moment of ginger examination, he hesitantly selects the 'voice' function, muttering to himself:]
Yay, a mysterious book. Because that always ends so spectacularly well.
[and now raising his voice substantially:]
Okay, listen up, Andrew - whatever kind of hilarious joke you're playing, it's very much not hilarious. And if you don't get out here within the next two seconds and undo whatever funky mojo you did to my back, I will personally locate and destroy your vintage 1989 Sega Mega Drive console. Mint condition and boxed, third drawer from the left, don't think I won't do it!
Cold, hard, earth underneath his bare (and oddly uncomfortable) back, greenery and trees all around, and some frankly bizarre white pants on his lower half. Blinking, groaning and fumbling to feel for his eyepatch (on his face, mercifully) he sits up.]
What the...? [he mutters, looking around incredulously - at that moment noticing his clothes piled neatly beside him, along with the rather incongruous looking journal. He stares, then sighs, reaching for his clothes - this is all probably Andrew's moronic doing, his idea of a hilarious prank - after all, if it was a demon thing, he'd probably be dead or eaten by now. Or possibly disembowelled.
He moves to pull his sweater over his head, but encounters difficulty at his shoulder blades - an odd obstruction, something there where there should be nothing. After a couple of frustrated tugs, he reaches back to find out what the problem is, and oh - feathers. Attached to... wings. Well, that's a game-changer.
Now fully miffed (and feeling a lot less relaxed about this whole experience) he abandons the sweater and reaches for the book instead, stifling the urge to panic. There were bound to be clues in here, right? He arrives at the first page and eyes it with suspicion - some kind of communication device? After a moment of ginger examination, he hesitantly selects the 'voice' function, muttering to himself:]
Yay, a mysterious book. Because that always ends so spectacularly well.
[and now raising his voice substantially:]
Okay, listen up, Andrew - whatever kind of hilarious joke you're playing, it's very much not hilarious. And if you don't get out here within the next two seconds and undo whatever funky mojo you did to my back, I will personally locate and destroy your vintage 1989 Sega Mega Drive console. Mint condition and boxed, third drawer from the left, don't think I won't do it!
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[he doesn't even raise an eyebrow at the magic thing, clearly unperturbed.] Smooth. But at this point my freakout threshold is maxed - plus one of my best friends is a witch, so. [A beat.]
You don't happen to have a 'get us out of wherever this is' spell in your repertoire, do you?
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[Oh well, that's a fairly favourable reaction. It's difficult to tell with people here.]
Then I was practicing magic. And 'fraid not. If you want to get rid of ghosts or a shield that can stand up to a good blast from a demon, then I'm your man. Teleportation... not my area of expertise.
I do however know the shortest way to the village.
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Don't worry, I figured that was kind of a long shot - still, sounds like you've got some impressive mojo there. Not to mention superior geographical knowledge.
[he extends a hand for a shake.] I'm Xander.
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[He can't help but grin at such an ordinary conversation.]
It's a kind of... family thing. It'd be weird if I didn't have any kind of power.
And honestly? The village isn't that far away, so long as you don't get turned around.
[Max gives a firm handshake.]
Max. Pleased to meet you.
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[Xander can respect a man with a firm handshake.] Pleased to meet you too Max - despite aggressively crappy circumstances.
I'd be grateful if you could show me the way to the village - I have a friend I'm s'posed to meet there, actually.
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[He grins, unable to resist a little teasing.]
Well, at least it isn't snowing. You take your comforts where you can.
Sure. No problem. I was planning on heading back soon anyway. Only so much of a beating my ego can take.
A friend huh? Already doing better than me on the 'people from home' stakes.
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A friend indeed. Although I don't know if 'better' is quite the word, but. She's called Buffy, maybe you know her?
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'fraid not. Admittedly I've only been here a couple of months myself. Probably not the best person to ask.
...just out of curiosity though, does the Soviet Union exist where you're from?
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Not for a while now, though admittedly I don't keep all that up to date with the politics. Why the question?
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He lets out a slightly disappointed sigh at that.]
Well, you seem pretty laid back about magic so I guess I just... live in hope that someone from my own world will show up.
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[a sympathetic look.] What's it like where you're from?
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Where I'm from? Laid back, relaxed. Known about commonly, even if it's not entirely common. You can buy some spells in the supermarket, like hair dye so...
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So what kind of magic were you practicing out here? I take it it wasn't going so well - with all the ego beating?
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Flamma pila
[The same small ball of blue-purple fire appears to bob nearby.]
At least you won't freeze. The Mallys don't seem to believe in providing decent cold weather clothes when you arrive.