[001] Wake up & Action

[alt_for_norge]

[Action, 841 Hastings Boulevard]

[He knows, the instant he wakes, that something isn't right. The room doesn't smell like his own, the bed doesn't feel like his and the general hum of fae activity around him is made conspicuous by its absence. Norway lies there, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinching firmly at his forearm to prove to himself that it isn't a dream, before he slowly opens his eyes and sits up]

Well.

[A quick glance around the room tells him he isn't alone here, and he isn't sure if he finds that comforting or a matter for concern. Still, he wastes no time in getting up and dressing, barely an eyebrow raised at the style of the clothing, and moves quietly through the house to the front door. Despite the bruise forming on his arm from the hard pinch, he's still not entirely convinced that he isn't dreaming]

[Action, around town]

[When he steps outside he lifts up a hand to shade his eyes and allows a brief display of anxiety in the way he softly bites his lower lip. He hesitates, then moves off the front porch and walks slowly down the street, just taking everything in]

Comments

[tofightfor]

[Eyes will narrow at him for a moment, almost like she's summing up if he's a threat or not.]

Neva' been 'ere before?

[alt_for_norge]

[A small shake of his head answers that. His arms fold loosely over his stomach and he taps his fingers against his elbows]

I have not.

[tofightfor]

[Fang'll take a moment longer trying to sum him up before letting out a low huff of air.]

You're in Mayfield. You've been whisked away 'ere by sum sort of magic or anotha' an' they took away all your possessions and distinguishin' marks but left ya with your memories. The town's run by a couple'a not so nice fella's an' if ya play their games or are willin' t'give sumthin' important up, if it be a memory or a limb, ya can get ya powa's or important personal belongin's back. If you 'ad any.

[A pause as weight is shifted to one foot and she crosses her arms.]

They set it up 'ere so that everyone's in 'families', each 'ouse 'as a motha', fatha', couple'a kids and sumtimes a pet. They'll also give ya a 'job' t'do and if ya don't follow through with the job at least part'a the time, or don't stay in ya own 'ouse at least once every few nights a week, you'll get turned int' a drone. Drones are pretty brainless and act like they've been livin' 'ere all along. They also act like you've been livin' 'ere all along an' if ya do anythin' outside of what they consida' normal you'll start gettin' weird looks an' bein' whispered about. 'ave yet t'see it cause any actual trouble though. There's people 'ere from all sorts of different worlds, 'ave yet t'meet many with the same culture or world 'istory as sumone else.

[Another pause as she takes a moment to glance down the street.]

There's more but not all of it's for talkin' about outside. [A nod will be given towards the house if he's willing to go back in.]

[alt_for_norge]

[It isn't that he doesn't appreciate the effort she goes to, but the sudden influx of information is rather overwhelming and he's looking more than a his usual level of blank by the end of it. Magic isn't something that's strange to him, but this kind of magic... it's beyond anything he would have ever been capable of.

Her mention of loss of powers makes him start. He hadn't noticed it, but even the smallest attempt at magic now utterly fails. That was... disturbing, but not insurmountable.

He nods slowly as she goes on, at least to confirm that he's listening, and when she's done he draws in a slow breath and glances back to the house. While not terribly keen on going back in there just yet, he can see her point, and he nods again, a little more sharply]

We should go indoors, then.

[tofightfor]

[Yup, it's a lot, but it's wwaaaaaaaaay more than Fang got when she first got here. Be glad she's... Oddly tactical in how she handles situations and has... Unfortunately, been stuck in a, somewhat, similar situation before... Man, waking up on Cocoon was pretty tough after all. A nod will be given to the house as Fang will make her way up the stairs, pausing to hold the door open behind her for him to grab as she heads in. Once inside she'll move to grab the towel where she left it and begins to wipe the sweat off of her forehead and easily accessible sections of her body. She's actually dressed pretty closely to her clothing from Gran Pulse and does have her burnt l'Cie mark, but is unfortunately missing her scars, tattoo and necklaces still. A glance will be taken to the door to make sure it's shut before a huff of air is let out.]

Don't drink the milk the milk man delivers. Pretty regularly spiked with razor blades, body parts an' poisons. There's a family called Smith, been told ya betta' t'stay away from 'em otha' wise they'll teach ya a lesson you don't wanna learn. They're ova' at 501 Ricardo. [Fang will pause, taking a look over herself at this point before moving to hang the towel up for the moment.]

Things, events I think I 'eard sumone call 'em, 'appen about once a month around 'ere. Around the 'olidays of this culture. I've marked 'em on the calender. [A nod will be given to a calender hanging on the wall that has ink all over it with notes about what each holiday is, when it is and what the purposes of it is.]

There's no good place t'fish or 'unt around 'ere... If you do that. [Fang will fall silent again, looking over the man in front of her for a few moments before a hand reaches up to scratch at the back of her head.]

Probably a lot t'take in, yea? [Another brief pause to let him speak, if he's going to.]

Got any questions?

[alt_for_norge]

[He files away every piece of information she gives him silently as he watches her speak, keeping his attention on her movements. Not that he thinks she's suddenly going to attack him, but perhaps they hadn't got off to the best of starts.

Norway clasps his hands in front of him and his gaze is passive even in the face of this barrage of information. When she's finished, he gives himself a few moments to absorb what he's been told, then closes his eyes briefly. He takes a breath, exhales slowly, and nods once]

One question, to begin. Who are you?

[tofightfor]

Fang. [She's not sure how else to answer it. Is he asking what she did back in Oerba? What she does for a job here? Her role in the house?]

I teach wilderness an' survival at the 'igh school an' seem t'have the 'mother' role 'ere. [Yeah, she looks less than thrilled about that whole 'mother role' part as a hand moves to rest on one of her hips.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He nods. Her name is enough but the rest of it isn't entirely unwanted information. If he's going to be living with her, he'd best know at least a little about her, after all... if only so they didn't end up killing one another]

That would make me the 'father', then.

[Norway doesn't look particularly thrilled, either]

[tofightfor]

Guess it would. [A low huff of air is given.]

Thinkin' we might wanna invest in anotha' bed.

[alt_for_norge]

That is something which we can both agree on.

[tofightfor]

[Fang'll give a single slow and thoughtful nod.]

Anything else ya wanna know?