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[rebelcommunion]

[A: Action- 502 Ricardo]

[He is aware something is very, very wrong before he's even fully awake. Summoner doesn't move or give any sign of waking, but instead focuses on his other senses in an attempt to figure out what set those alarms off. Nothing sounds right. Nothing smells right. Nothing even feels right. He can't make heads nor tails of it so he gives in and gets up.

So he's just extremely confused rather than shocked to discover nothing looks right either, and spends several minutes in front of a mirror poking and prodding himself. Panic is not a thing he does, but he's tempted. He has no idea what happened to take everything away and replace it with... well, it wouldn't be bad, but it's not him at all. But there's only one way to find out. He dresses in unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, clothes and begins a search.

The woman only adds to his confusion when he tries to ask questions so he moves on to the rest of the building he'd woken up in instead.]

[B: Action- around town]

[The next step is to search the surrounding area. He leaves the house, shirt untucked and half-buttoned, to wander around. The light almost drives him back in on instinct, but whatever form this is, it's not bothered. He's incredibly wary of this place and the people, so he just watches and listens to every conversation he can overhear, mostly, but he does search every street he encounters and every building that doesn't seem to be a private dwelling.

In spite of his attempts to not stand out too much, his behavior is obviously strange. He ducks and goes through doorways sideways, for one, and keeps quite a distance between himself and walls and trees and lampposts. He also keeps looking up at the sky, almost longingly. He's also very new and pretty much lost.]

[C: Phone]

[Well, he'd heard about one potentially useful thing in his exploring. It takes a little bit to figure it out, but when he speaks, he sounds chipper and nonchalant. Don't let your enemies in on your worries.]

Good evening! May the winds always blow at your back and lift you higher. And may the sky always extend its welcome. I just have one question. If someone was missing something important where can it be found?

[A pause, and there's a hint of steel under his cheer.]

And who is responsible for it being taken?

[Laughter.]

Two questions then! I got ahead of myself.

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Action - Around Town (Why am I using Fi- ohwell. :U )

[windows_hyliaedition]

A young girl- in your terms, potentially a little over 6 sweeps, is standing behind you with a wide-eyed but otherwise blankly emotionless stare.

It's rather unnerving actually, and her monotone speaking doesn't likely help. "Am I correct to state that you were formerly able to fly?" She used to 'fly' in a sense herself actually. Not in the same way, most likely.

[ B ]

[handsoffmyskirt]

[ There's a school girl just watching curiously and might be slightly worried he's having a stroke of some kind. ]

Um... what are you doing?

A

[ceasetoexist]

[Say hello to your new not!son, Summoner. He's just eating a bowl of cereal the moment you walk into the kitchen in your confused, glancing state.

After two years of dealing with housemates coming and leaving and getting droned, he's gotten used to seeing new people flood in. And, inevitably he's sure, you'll flood out.

Pokey just gives a sigh. He's getting to used to this crap.]

Alright. One. You've been kidnapped.

Two. Don't freak out. We've got a lot to talk about about this stupid dump.

[rebelcommunion]

He doesn't startle, and his expression warms. One thing he does like is wigglers, even if this one is odd--but everything is odd--and getting towards adulthood. He notes her monotone but doesn't comment on that. Instead he laughs, warm and bright. "You're right! But I've lost my wings somewhere."

[rebelcommunion]

[He gives her a smile. More of a grin, really, and hazards approaching.]

I'm exploring! It's good weather for it wouldn't you say?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Unfortunately, it is not so much a 'somewhere' as a 'someone' or 'something'. Am I right to additionally assume that you have only recently arrived to this land?"

[rebelcommunion]

[Now that's mush more familiar, and useful. Also he has the biggest weakness for kids and he knows it. So he sits down (far forward on the chair, like he's leaving space for something behind his back) and just laughs, long and loud.]

That was clear before I even opened my eyes! I'll take a guess and say it's the same for you?

[He doesn't address the second part. It should be obvious he's far from freaking out (even if he kind of privately is a little because of the strange body)]

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey shrugs a little. He's had several "dads" by now and some have reacted to showing up here well, and some have not. He wasn't sure exactly where the Summoner would fall.]

Pretty much. Been here for a while, too. Almost two years now.

[rebelcommunion]

"I'll assume you've been here a while." He's being a little evasive, but he doesn't trust this place, or anyone in it, yet. "What about that something?"

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Somewhat. There are those who have been here for far longer." Blink. "The location we are now in is known as 'Mayfield'; a location which steals inhabitants of varying realms to act as its own, stripping them of their former form, abilities, and possessions. In some cases," she adds, "Even their minds."

[rebelcommunion]

[There's a faint crease in his brow. A measure of time, obviously, but how long is it? He doesn't know!]

You're going to have to tell me how long a year is. I don't know the word.

[rebelcommunion]

That does explain some things. It's disturbing, but he hardly shows it. "How many here have been stolen from their homes?"

He'll have to confirm the information later, but he'll gather as much as he can and compare.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"It is unfortunately impossible for me to give an accurate estimate at this time- however at this moment I would assume anywhere from 80 to 85% of those in the suburban area." Downtown not so much really.

"However, with the potential to become similar to the apparently native inhabitants, it is possible that this percentage is in-fact closer to 90 to 95%, or even 98%."

[rebelcommunion]

That is disturbing enough to actually get a frown. "Explain for me what exactly you mean by similar to the natives."

He's starting to command, like a soldier, but it's a deeply ingrained habit. His stance is relaxed and alert though, with his gaze snapping around to each movement and sound as subtly as possible.

[windows_hyliaedition]

She doesn't say anything- merely turns to stare at a drone family to the side. All smiles (though strangely plastic ones), stereotypical fifties...

"Your mind is lost- that which makes you 'you' is lost. You are a 'drone'. That is what occurs when you are made to be similar to those who are perceived as 'natives' in this place."

[action cuz he has his troll body]

[shellfishlovver]

[Dualscar is running errands for himself because he could care less about his family. He's only been here a few months, but he can tell a newcomer when he sees one. Though, being the ass that he is, he's just going to side eye Summoner]

C - i am sleeping soon but i will never not tag this :|

[myblimpisbigger]

I would not go looking for lost things unless you want to lose something else as well. Those who run this town will return whatever it is to you in due time, if it is that sort of missing item to which you refer. Impatience will only bring you trouble.

You are new, I assume. We're in the middle of an influx.

[handsoffmyskirt]

I guess... [ She's not entirely sure what kind of weather would be good for something like that but it is nice out. ]

But.. what with all the.. are you trying to sneak around?

Action around town cuz dis body is fiiiiiiiine.

[shesapir8]

[Most of Mindfang's days involved her wandering the streets, looking for entertainment. And today is the same, the troll female perched on a bench in Main street, a bored look on her face. For now.]

c.

[madanomadamada]

What are you, some sort of bird? [ What with all the talk about the wind and sky. ] And you can get most things back here, but looking for it is pretty much pointless.

Around Town

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ah, that new resident smell expression. Ilsa notes the confusion and the different spacial awareness. ]

Just woke up in a strange place, and maybe a strange body?

[ She smiles sympathetically, and something in her reading of him tells her to not bare her teeth in that smile. ]

Phone

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Well I don't what you're missing, but you'll probably get it back soon enough. It took a few weeks for me to get my proper body back! Sometimes it takes nearly four week...But it's not as if you'll have to stay this way a whole sweep or anything.

Oh but there's no one in particular you can blame. This town is just cruel in that way.

[rebelcommunion]

He looks at them, expression cooling, for a few seconds and then turns away. It's unsettling to think of himself like that. And yet, isn't that what would be done if the empress could? Disturbing. "I see. What causes this? Does anyone know? Some power or ability?"

If so he will have to destroy it. Something like that should not exist.

[rebelcommunion]

I never sneak!

[He laughs, if only because he knows it's pretty much impossible for him. Well, he'd have a better chance now if he knew enough about these creatures he suddenly looks like but...]

But I was trying not to attract more attention than necessary.

suddenly spades everywhere hahaha

[rebelcommunion]

[He doesn't doubletake at the troll. There's another troll here! But it's a close thing. He knows he'll be looking for a while so he just changes directions and approaches to add a reason to it. Seadweller, and it raises his hackles that a seadweller remains his natural self but everything about him was stripped but his mind. It's an incredibly frustrating concept, and to go with it, a bigger part of him wants to prove he can outmatch a seadweller even like this. Any further and it might even veer black.

Well! He hasn't had a black fling since before the rebellion started.]

And here I was thinking about fish for dinner! Look what just dropped into my lap.