1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[hell_wheel]

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

Comments

[busy_fists]

Compared to where I was before coming here, it's a lot different. I wouldn't actually call it any more dangerous, though.

[hell_wheel]

Danger is fairly relative to who you are, I would think.

[busy_fists]

That's true.

[hell_wheel]

So, are you dangerous?

[busy_fists]

I can handle myself in a fight if it comes down to it, if that's what you mean. But I don't go out looking for trouble.

[hell_wheel]

The latter was bit more important.

Are there a lot out there that do?

[busy_fists]

There are a few.

[hell_wheel]

Then I will have to watch out.

[busy_fists]

Good luck. My advice is to make some friends you can count on in a crisis.

[hell_wheel]

Well, as that tends to describe me, I will do my best.

[busy_fists]

Good.

The name's Egbert, by the way. Joe Egbert.

[hell_wheel]

I am Wanyudo.

Apparently I am Wanyudo Whyuno.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

[busy_fists]

Nice to meet you too, Wanyudo.

[hell_wheel]

Hopefully, we'll continue to meet on good terms.

For now, I should get a feel for this town. Until next time.