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[finallycowboys]

who: henry & you
where: plaza
what: wringing out all his nice clothes... he's pretty upset....
when: march 23, morning
style: doesn't matter
status: open


[ There's a lot of incomprehensible cursing, though whether it's in English or not is uncertain. A man, dripping wet, is removing his vest and draping it somewhere, then removing his gloves (casting them aside) to work on getting his knee-high boots unlaced. ]

Bloody ruined is what this is all is, fuck...!

[ He drops a metal handle-shaped thing on the ground, looking extremely annoyed. Guy rarely loses his shit like this, but some things were just that important to him. ]

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[watcheshisrear]

You're telling me.

[ A scantily clad young woman with a big ass rifle strapped to her back sits four or five meters away, drying her hair with a towel courtesy of some helpful native. She throws the second one she has on hand at him, helpfully. ]

[finallycowboys]

[Still annoyed, but feeling a little better now with a towel in hand, he drapes it over his short hair, fluffing it dry.]

I don't even know what to say or where to start. What just happened?

[watcheshisrear]

We're certainly not on the surface anymore, how's that for a start?

[ She points upwards, lifting her head to give the bubble a wary look. ]

Angry, wet people showing up here suddenly is normal to the inhabitants of this place, for another.

[finallycowboys]

[He follows her gaze curiously, and only then does he realize that he's inside a humongous dome. And that blue is not sky, but water. Give him a second, girl, he needs a moment to recover.]

You had a chance to talk to the locals here, am I correct?

[watcheshisrear]

Yeah. They call this place Vatheon. [ She gestures towards the coral. ] Apparently that's what brought us here. And then there's these.

[ She tugs on the waistband of her shorts, showing the marking on her hip before covering it up again. ] They couldn't stop at burying us underwater, they branded us, too.

[unshelledbullet]

[Squall was just minding his own business when he heard angry shouts from nearby. Sounds like somebody's angry. He follows them to their source to see a thoroughly drenched man.

...oh, it's that time again, huh? It's not often Squall greets newbies, but he's here, might as well do it. He grabs a towel off a nearby stand and holds it out to the unfortunate stranger.]

Here.

[HE UNDERSTANDS YOUR FRUSTRATION. HIS CLOTHES DIDN'T TAKE BEING SOAKED VERY WELL EITHER.]

[finallycowboys]

[In his frustration, he gives the stranger approaching little notice, but then stops once the towel is offered. He stares at it, then at Squall, then reaches out to take it with an almost resigned sigh.]

Thanks for that. [He merely drapes it over his head. Then with a sharply angled kick to the ground next to the metal handle, it flips up quickly into his hand.] I take it this sort of scene isn't at all strange to you.

[unshelledbullet]

This happens every month. People turn up here dripping wet.

[He pauses to look at the metal object in Henry's hand, but seeing as he can't possibly figure out what it is, stops.]

It happened to me too.

[Five months ago. Which seems like both a long and short time.]

[finallycowboys]

What a bunch of sorry sops we are then, aren't we? [He chuckles a little bitterly, pulling the towel down around his neck. Then he shakes his head apologetically.]

I'm sorry, I... I'm Henry. [He extends a hand for a shake.]

[serpentslain]

Fuck is right, lemme tell ya.

[Shura saunters over with a soaked blue coat slung over her shoulder, halting her step right in front of the strange object on the ground. She leans down and picks it up, twirling it through her fingers with an idle curiosity.]

What's this thing?

[finallycowboys]

[He must've been really out of it because before he realizes it, some girl had just picked up his Cross Saber--! Oh, hell no.]

Please return that object to me. [It might be busted, but as long as there's a chance to fix it, he'll keep it with him always.]

[serpentslain]

[Boy, does he look concerned about this thing. It must be pretty important.]

First you gotta tell me what it is.

[She smirks mischievously as she takes the smallest step back to stay out of his reach, still fiddling with the metal contraption in her hands. Maybe it's a key, or maybe it turns into something...hmmm.]

[finallycowboys]

[Fortunately for her, it won't just suddenly spring to life when she fiddles with it. That would be...extremely unfortunate.

He takes a step forward, gaze hardening, voice more insistent.]

All right, I'll tell you. [Might as well, since it's relatively harmless.] It is a weapon.

[devwocean]

[Dualscar doesn't generally care about newcomers, but when he sees the human pitching a fit over being wet, he chuckles softly and walks towards him]

Neww here?

[finallycowboys]

[The pitching of a bit stops abruptly when Henry looks up to see a gray-skiined humanoid with horns and fins. Yup, he was gawking, but quickly composed himself, straightening his back and bringing his guards up.]

And if I am?

[devwocean]

Nothin' much. I just can recognize the signs. Havvin' a temper tantrum isn't going to get you home any faster, though.

wow my last tag was riddled with typos haha

[finallycowboys]

[While struggling to listen to this weird alien talk, he briefly wonders if his own accent is hard to understand.]

Don't know where you ever got the impression that I was trying to return home, my strange gray-skinned friend.

[sigil]

[ sure is newbie day in the plaza, right. all these wet people...

there's a girl wringing out a lot of green hair closely nearby. she's not necessarily watching the man, but she's listening— as indicated by how she responds to his passionate complaint. ]

Pity. They were nice clothes.

[ possibly misinterpreting what he's actually complaining about here but whatever they were still nice duds. ]

[finallycowboys]

[He grunts, struggling to remove the wet boot from his leg. Water drips from it as he holds it upside, shaking it out.]

Clothes are easy to replace. That's no big deal, really. [He makes an irritated noise and slips his foot back in, not bothering with the laces. Grabbing the metal piece off the ground he examines it with a frown.]

[sigil]

[ she pauses in her own wringing and looks directly down at the man. ]

Oh? Then what's the "big deal"?

[ honestly curious since she assumes it's a personal item having been ruined— the metal piece? ]

[finallycowboys]

[He points to the metal handle on the ground with a nod of his head.]

That. It's broken. I need it fixed, ASAP. You wouldn't happen to know a good thermal energy technician, would you? [The question is a bit sarcastic.]

[flammatory]

[What even is that accent. Zuko has never heard that before in his life.

He's new, too, and was just making his way through the plaza, carrying a neatly packed backpack and with all of his clothes perfectly dry. He slows to a stop when he sees Henry, and gives him a sardonic look, what passes as sympathy from him.]

You just get here?

[finallycowboys]

[He tries to keep the glare out of his eyes, and he succeeds, but there's still a semblance of irritation in them. He quickly loosens his tie to drape it alongside his vest.]

Pretty obvious, isn't it, lad?

[flammatory]

[Zuko couldn't care less if he glares at him or not, and is completely unperturbed at his irritation. He'd been a lot crankier when he'd arrived.]

I just showed up earlier. For all I know everyone walks around soaking wet. ... Did someone get to you and explain everything?

[He really doesn't want to have to do it, but he probably should be helping people. Ugh.]

I'm gonna pretend Yoko's thread was just before this ffff what is timelines

[finallycowboys]

[He tries to stop making such a face, and soon the creases are gone from his brow, and a flat look replaces it instead.]

Sort of, but I'm sure there are still plenty of things to learn from such a place like Vatheon. [He manages a chuckle, and unbuttons the topmost buttons of his shirt.]