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Who: 008/Pyunma and anyone!
When: His arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting brackets, but I'll follow you.
Status: Open!

[Being wet isn't any surprise, not after Pyunma had just been out in the ocean dragging the others out of the water. What he doesn't expect is to suddenly not be in their little craft with the rest of his teammates. A flash of movement above catches his attention, and when he looks up, he sees a shark swimming in the water beyond the dome. It takes a few moments of staring to take in.]

Yomi? But...

[That should be impossible. They still had such a distance to travel. Unless he was teleported, but why only him?]

001? [He stands still as the moments stretch on, but there's no voice echoing through his head. Even if his fellow cyborg sent him here, he must not be able to contact him. Pyunma is about to find somewhere not so... public when he notices the brochure next to him. It's a quick read, but in the end, it doesn't explain the one thing he really wants to know. He's still unsure about this place, but there's information he needs to have. So, with one hand at his hip, he approaches the next passerby he sees.]

Excuse me. Have you seen anyone wearing a uniform like mine?

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Thank you for the forewarning.

[He doesn't like any of the information presented, but he isn't about to shoot the messenger.]

Monster attacks? How often are they?

[It still sounds a lot like Black Ghost to him, but he doesn't bring it up.]

[A wise decision, because he is totally wrong and Karkat wouldn't be kind in correcting him.]

It varies, but they're not as common as the curses. The most I've seen is four in an earth year, the least is one in a year. Some are more serious than others, but like the curses themselves, you can't tell what it's going to be until it happens. I've seen pirate ghosts, dinosaurs, rotting fish monsters, a kraken, and a transforming orb of darkness, though I've heard of at least one other attack before I showed up in this place.

[That's definitely more variety than Pyunma has faced in fights before, but as strange as each of those sound, he doesn't question them. He's had it proved to him several times, not only here but in his own world, that just because things seem impossible doesn't mean they are.

Instead, he nods, and offers a hand for a handshake.]

Thank you for answering my questions. Do you mind if I ask your name?

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[Karkat eyes the hand a second, then takes it and gives it a shake. A couple dumb thoughts aside, this guy doesn't seem too bad, so far.]

Karkat Vantas. What's yours?

[In a more normal circumstance, after meeting someone being so helpful, Pyunma wouldn't hesitate to give his name. But in a place still unfamiliar to him, he doesn't go with that.]

I'm 008.

[Karkat stares for a good, solid moment.]

What the fuck kind of name is 008?

It goes with the uniform.

[Which is true enough, but if Karkat is insistent, he can probably get Pyunma's real name from him.]

[Karkat's lower right eyelid twitches once.]

And what, exactly, does that orange and red affront to the senses determine about a dipshit name made of numbers? What's it a uniform for, or is it so stupid that it's better you don't tell me?

It means I was the eighth to be made a member of the group. The answer is a long story.

[Not to mention a complicated and pretty personal one, so he opts for compromise.]

If you'd rather, you can call me Pyunma instead.

Consider it filed under Shit I Don't Care About. It's a stupid name either way, so I will gratefully stick with Pyunma, which sounds a lot less awful than half the other names I hear around this place.

[A proper six-letter name, even!]

[It tends to be considered weird next to the names of his comrades, but six-letter names are apparently a trend where he's from. Muamba, Kabore, Mamado, Unbaba, and so on.]

In any case, thank you for your help, Karkat Vantas.

[He waves his hand.]

Whatever. You are far from the first newbie I've schoolfed on this place, and I highly doubt you're going to be the last. Just don't be an idiot about it, and I won't come to regret wasting my time on an empty-lobed dipshit.