Strange Visions

Romi · Aug 17, 2015

Nicolas knew nothing of the island. He knew it was an island, and he knew (for some reason) that Ulrich had chosen to come there as opposed to anywhere else.

But why was the big question. Why here? The island seemed normal enough. He'd walked up from the shore along a cobblestone path, finding relatively few people up so early. Or perhaps not so early. His phone was dead, he had no watch, and he'd just travelled through who knew how many time zones. He knew it had to be morning, but really it could have been anywhere from seven in the morning to noon.

He'd seen only a few people out and about, all on their way to who knew where. He'd found his way into the city proper, and while he wasn't very far in, he was starting to realize it was pretty different from Mayotte. Mayotte was only a tiny fraction of the size of the island. Less than a tenth. The entire of the Comoros islands could have fit on the Manta Carlos islands several time over. The islands also seemed a lot more developed, although it was a bit more... patchwork. It seemed very obvious from the buildings he could see that decades old buildings stood side by side with much more recent constructions, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of organization. Some of the buildings looked... odd, in a way he couldn't quite place.

Pulling his jacket around his shoulders, he let his one remaining arm tuck itself to the side inside the jacket without actually using the sleeves, and then started off again. Probably best to find the downtown area, and then work on learning the area from there.

Tag to @anyone - would prefer someone who looks noticeably non-human, or who is displaying a non-human skill.

Bowen · Sep 3, 2015

He had had no expectations. He had had no plans. If anything, he intended to die.

He wasn't dead, though. He wasn't even surrounded by the ice and snow and destruction he knew he had brought down upon the land. Instead, there were trees untouched by frost. There was salt in the air, on his tongue, in his nose, in his eyes.

The wind was more unfamiliar than he had ever tasted, and the heat on his skin from the sun was unpleasantly strong. He was somewhere strange, and the melting snow and shattered wood around him proved that almost as much as the shattered antler that felt far too familiar for him to abandon, his dead teacher's old prohibition on contact or no.

It didn't really matter, though. None of it did. There was as little for him here as there was in the land he knew. Lest was dead, truly dead, and her murderer was as well. There was nothing to do, nowhere to go, no way to be.

It still didn't explain why he was here, or how. But it changed little. He pushed himself to his feet, feeling loose sand grinding between his hands and flat stone. Stones, he corrected, finding edges. Paving stones. The sand was less familiar.

Well. He had nothing better to do. Wrapped in his now-out-of-place military uniform, dusted with lingering ice and snow, he meandered, eventually feeling something humanlike in the distance and wandering in that direction.

Romi · Sep 5, 2015

People looked so normal. Everything looked normal. Or almost everything - right until he spotted a... a thing.

His brain seemed to catch, struggling to process what he was looking at. It was summer, and yet there was a person wearing a military uniform. Not just a military uniform - one dusted with snow. It was rapidly melting in the well-above-freezing temperatures, but it was certainly snow. It was the snow that drew his attention first, but it didn't hold it.

No, that was the scales. The scales and the horns. The guy - kid, really - looked human enough, but his hands were covered in silvery scales, visible even at a distance. And there were horns on his head, and bumps down his back, and as much as he'd first mistaken him for human, he definitely wasn't.

But he also wasn't a Panthalassian. There was nothing sea about him. Not his clothes, not the horns and scales, and certainly not the large blue antler at his side.

He gawked. He didn't even make an attempt not to gawk - simply stared at the thing that had wandered in from god knew where, looking like something out of a children's fairy tale.

Tag to @"Bowen"

Bowen · Sep 7, 2015

Coete would never know the annoyance of being gawked at - for as much as it might happen, he had no way of knowing unless he was feeling the gawker's face. It would be rather odd for them to be gawking while his fingers were on them.

He did feel that there was someone there, though, and shifted his course closer. When lost in strange places, people were a better source of information than aimless wandering.

"Hello," he said, voice hoarse and laced with both hesitation and wariness. He unconsciously trusted to the magic that had brought him there to handle potential variations in language, and it held up its end just fine.

Romi · Sep 9, 2015

The thing (man?) was coming towards him. It was also behaving extremely oddly, and it took him a moment to realize it wasn't looking at things the way it should.

It was blind. Or it was acting like it was blind. It was also apparently capable of speaking English, although it's voice sounded hoarse and rather pathetic.

Whatever he'd been expecting to find on the island, it had not been this. He hadn't really been expecting anything but he was not expecting some kind of... strange... lizard man.

He didn't respond for far too long before he abruptly realized that he'd been addressed, and forced out an answer.

"Uh... hi." No, not the most conversational of people, but the confusion was no doubt audible in his voice. Was the thing dangerous? It seemed, if nothing else, mostly human - and intelligent.

Tag to @"Bowen"

Bowen · Sep 12, 2015

The pause between greeting and reply was unpleasantly familiar, and left a familiarly unpleasant taste at the back of his mouth. It was all familiar, though, and familiar things can be dismissed far more readily than new things. Coete dismissed the discomfort as unproductive, for what would focusing on it achieve?

The confusion was a bit less unfamiliar. Did the stranger find it odd that someone of whatever group to which they assumed Coete belonged would speak? Whatever that group was; some people could tell he was blind fairly quickly, while others didn't clue in until he bluntly told them. Perhaps it had something to do with the changes Lest had mentioned, the dull aches he felt.

"Can you tell me anything about this place?" he asked, still tired but somehow more resigned to weaving his way through whatever time he spent in this place. He'd never been one to stand still and wait. He wasn't sure he could. He was sure he wouldn't.

Romi · Sep 14, 2015

He was not particularly surprised that the thing could talk, because it did look human. No, he was more surprised that it existed. He had a vague, unclear idea that it might be blind, because it wasn't looking around the way he had been when he first arrived, but he hadn't quite settled on the idea. It was clearly not human, and for all he knew it saw by licking the air like some kind of snake.

He was certainly not expecting to be asked a question like that - a question he couldn't really answer. He'd only just arrived himself after all, and it seemed apparent that the thing had just arrived as well.

"Uh... no, not really." He was forced to admit. "Only just got here. Was coming up to take a look at the town." He didn't even know the goddamn name of the islands. The only thing he knew was an extremely general idea of where in the world it was.

Tag to @"Bowen"

Bowen · Sep 14, 2015

Coete was not thrilled by the stranger's answer. The luck of running into someone useless seemed to fit, though. Ah, his life. Worthless, pointless thing that it was. Still, the answer wasn't quite as useless as his life: word of a town was helpful.

"Do you know where this town is?" Resignation. That was all he was and all he had to be. Resignation to slowly crawling on until something came along and killed him. Surely he'd used up his survival luck already. He'd had plenty of pulls on it.

Romi · Sep 16, 2015

He paused, the realization that the creature was blind fully settling in. They were literally on a path up towards town, with the town in full view. He could see it clearly, but it was very obvious that the thing couldn't. It didn't know.

At the very least Nicolas was respectful enough of others disabilities to not point at the town, although he was temporarily lost on just how to explain where it was. North meant nothing. The only thing that could possibly orient them was the beach, and the general direction the thing had been coming.

"Uh, if you head right and up the path it'll take you into the town." Maybe city was a proper word. "Not, uh, from the island I guess?" He hated how awkward he sounded, how many ums, but he was at least happy it couldn't tell that he was staring.

Tag to @"Bowen"

Bowen · Sep 22, 2015

Right and up the path? Well, he already knew he was on paving stones and that it more or less formed a path. The stranger's right led back the way he had come, so clearly he had been courteous and was referring to Coete's right.

He rubbed his forehead. There was a lot more roughness to both his forehead and his fingers than he remembered, but he didn't feel anything falling off. More strangeness. He'd deal with it later. "Thank you. So this is an island?" Useful information, even if he didn't care one whit. He might as well collect information until he died.

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Romi

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Romi

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