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Who: Sol Badguy and ~~presumably Zelda and her welcome wagon~~ anyone who wants to run into a grumpy man.
When: May 27th, evening
Where: Plaza
Style: Anything goes, I'll match :>
Status: Open~

Ochre eyes reflected little other than what could be dulled annoyance but what probably was his usual indifference as the man found himself sprawled gracelessly half-in and half-out of a fountain, long brown hair soaked and winding through the water lazily. The last time he'd wound up in one of these things, a Gear was knocking him around in a deserted city sometime during the war. This one actually had clean water running through it at least, and it did something for the tell-tale stick and grit of salt water clinging to him. It didn't really matter either way, but the lack of salt meant he'd be marginally more comfortable. This left him with a question, even as the bounty hunter hauled himself up onto his feet proper with even less grace than his landing position.

Where the fuck was he? Too blue to be where he just was--dry, drought-ridden, deserted formerly-European city number-whatever this was not.

Popping his neck what felt like back into place, he decided he only cared enough to find a way out. Lotta magic around, but nothing else that caught his elusive attention. The oddities he could sense also felt pretty trivial, but it was when Sol reached for the Fireseal (which had mercifully not landed in the water with him, not that it'd matter too much, just a shit-ton of steam) that he paused, but only for a split second.

He really must've been out of it for someone to be able to ink him unawares. At first, he didn't pay it much mind; as he straightened back up, Fireseal in hand, he stared at the marking just below the fold of his elbow. The longer he looked at it, the more he decided he didn't like it. Thin lips turned down at the corners, and Sol growled on reflex.

It wasn't just some idiot running around with ink and a needle gun. This was a brand.

This would not fly. In fact, that plane was going to crash as soon as the wheels lifted up. Complete system failure, right back to the runway. He'd been branded once, and that was all he needed. Time's up, blue place. This Badguy is just gonna walk away.

. . .

Except he can't, apparently. So he'd been informed by a shopkeep of some kind. They'd thrown a towel at him and some starfish-lookin' thing that even Ky couldn't get mad at. Sol remembered cell phones, PDAs, tablets, and all that shit but this was different.

The blunt edge of the Fireseal struck the ground, partially impaled, and Sol folded his arms while that would-be scowl returned. Well, then.

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[No, but he found it. So that's what it's for.]

Easier ways to do that than brandin' people.

[Also the whole thing didn't really make sense. Why be supplied for free in the first place?]

Yeah, probably, but this is their way of doing it and we can't really argue with it. We seem to be stuck here regardless of whether or not we want to be.

[ It was irritating at first, and still a little irritating ... but she'd been here for so long at this point that she'd gotten used to it. ]

[He gives her another non-committal noise; being stuck is the truly irritating part, since he doesn't really care much about the rest. Unless she plans on divulging the rest of the information she has about this place, though, Sol's probably going to consider wandering off.]

... Let's see, what else ...?

[ She thinks for a few moments, and then nods. ]

Oh, this place does weird things with timelines, too. You may find people you know here, but they could come from your past, or your future, or they could come from the same time that you come from.

It's kind of weird, actually. My boyfriend and I come from generally around the same time period in our world, but our friend Beryl is from something that happened months ago for us.

[The flexibility of space-time isn't a new theory, and it's not really all that new in application. Not intentional application, anyway.

Her comparison in a new place is mentally met with the comparison to a man who literally "slips" through time itself.

Sol just generally doesn't seem too impressed.]

[ She can see he isn't impressed ... meaning he's either had dealings with something like that before, or he just doesn't care. Okay. Moving on.

Wow, this is awkward. ]

See that Coral over there? If you don't go and touch it every so often, you'll get sick. So make sure to do that.

[Sorry, Kohaku. Sol just has this tendency to make people awkward for this, that, and the other reason if they depend on him for reactions. The bit about the coral, though, actually catches his attention. He looks from her to the coral itself.]

That so?

[ He should meet Duke. the two of them can make all of vatheon awkward together. ]

Yep.

[ Not much else to say, really. Sol doesn't leave very many openings, does he? ]

Some people say it's magic. Others are convinced that the coral summoned everyone to this place. It's pretty certain that the coral is important to this city, though, so we have to work with it at least this much.