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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?

[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.]

[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]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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]

[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.

[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.

lmao <3

[devwocean]

[He shrugs] Then wwhat are you flipperin' out about?

[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.]

[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?

heee

[finallycowboys]

[He grimaces then aims a sharp kick into the ground next to the handle on the ground. It flips automatically into his hand.]

I was dragged through a bloody body of water when I shouldn't have been. Water got into this here device-- [He holds out the slender piece of metal with a dark green cube on one end.] And short circuited the damn thing. I highly doubt my usual guy is here in this abominable snow-globe to help fix it proper, see?

[unshelledbullet]

[He's not bothered by Henry's remarks. It's true, really. He shakes the offered hand and manages not to be an idiot about it.]

Squall Leonhart.

Welcome to Vatheon.

[This would be the part where he hands over the welcome brochure, but he doesn't have one on him.]

[finallycowboys]

[If he had been in a better mood, he would've poked fun of Squall's name for sounding "like a fantasy game character." But he merely nods, his brow furrowed in thought.]

Thanks, I suppose. [Small pause.] What can you tell me about Vatheon?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar approaches, not too concerned that the human would attack him. If that's a weapon, it doesn't look like a very dangerous one, like a truncheon or something.]

I knoww someone wwho's good wwith electronics. Wwhat's your name, human?

[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.

[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 has to look up slightly at the taller...thing, whatever he was, but he doesn't step back despite his wariness of the stranger. Even without his weapon, he remains calm.]

Henry. [A beat.] I do not have any means of paying for their services.

[devwocean]

My name's Orphaner Dualscar. [He smirks] Maybe you do, or not. I don't knoww wwhat kind a payment he looks for for his servvices, but if I wwere you, I'd take it up wwith him. His name's Expatriate Darkleer, and he's a troll like myself, only a land dwweller. [And therefore inferior] Nothin' much costs anything here, anywway.