action/audio later on.

[contaeoro]

[action; the village]
[He managed to get those pesky wings to stay flat against his back at least. It still feels weird, but he is happier now that he's got his clothes on and he made it out of the forest. He's still far, far away from New York though. That much he can tell. The white cotton clothes held in his hand, Maiza looks around in a wonder as he walks into what looks like a small village.

It doesn't look like anywhere he has been before. Narrowing his eyes, he will approach the nearest, friendly looking person.]

Pardon me, ah... could you explain to me where this is?

[audio; later on]
... I think I've got this figured out now. What an interesting contraption.

Hm.

I was told speakin' to this journal will allow me to speak with the other folks in this area. Thought I'd introduce myself, as from what I've heard we're all stuck in the same boat, here. [A pause.] My name is Maiza.

[Longer pause.... what do you even say to introduce yourself when you're talking at a journal?]

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[action]

[idealism]

[Luckily Luceti isfilled with friendly people! :D

For a brief second, Tsuzuki thinks that the stranger doesn't have wings at all. It's so unusual that it almost feels wrong. His own wings flare outwards in response.]

What, this place or this town?

[action]

[contaeoro]

[He smiles, looking around again.]

Both, I suppose. I just got out of the forest a minute ago. I've got no idea where I am.

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[idealism]

Oh. you're a new feather!

[action]

[idealism]

[He offers him his hand, eyes bright.]

I'm Tsuzuki. Want me to show you where they put your old clothes?

[action]

[contaeoro]

A new feather?

[He's confused but he takes the hand anyway, shaking it.]

That'll be helpful. Are they easy to get back?

[immamartillo]

[He recognizes that voice right away, though it takes him nearly a minute to realize that he's not hearing things and Maiza must be in Luceti.]

Maiza? Maiza!

[He's so startled that the journal drops out of his hands. There's a pause and a few curses as he grabs for it.]

When did you get here?

[contaeoro]

Firo. [Maiza on the other hand is not so surprised. He was looking for people he might recognize, anyway. It's still strange talking on a journal though.]

Just an hour or so ago, I think. Where can I find you?

Sorry, wrong account!

[immamartillo]

I'm out by the Battle Dome. You know where that is? Probably not... Why don't I come and find you? You got any idea where you are?

not a problem!

[contaeoro]

Can't say I do... looks like a circular clearing, though, with houses around.

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[skaterbrain]

[ Wassup, stranger. Beat's cruising on by on his skateboard when he sees some dude carrying white clothes in hand and squinting at people. He looks over right as the guy calls out.]

Uh, it's the road, yo. You hit yo' head or somethin'?

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[contaeoro]

[...]

I meant the town in general, actually.

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[skaterbrain]

Oh, uh, dunno. [Technically, this is a correct answer. He rubs his head and swings back around, stepping off the skateboard and slamming the back of it so it kicks up into his hand.]

They call it Luceti or somethin', but no one gotta clue where that is.

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[contaeoro]

[Whoa what is that. Maiza's attention is caught by the wheeled board for a second before he turns to Beat again.]

No one knows where it is? Why is that?

audio

[weaponry]

Hey, Maiza! I'm Tenten! [ An almost audible wave can be imagined from the other side of the feed. ] It's nice to meet you, and I'm glad to see that you arrived safely. [ beat. ] Or, at least, safely by what the Malnosso could have done. [ Go on, Maiza. Ask her. She has personal experience. ]

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[contaeoro]

Likewise, ah, Miss Tenten.

If I may ask, who are the Malnosso?

[weaponry]

The Malnosso are pretty much the people responsible for having us here. It's either through a mistake, and all of the craziness that happens here is a result of them trying to get us to go back home, or, it's just a convenient excuse to a major transdimensional kidnapping plot. There's little clear information about them, but there's enough to support either interpretation.

[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

Nice to meet you Maiza, I'm Marco. Welcome to Luceti, and all that.

May I ask about what kind of world you're from?

[Voice]

[contaeoro]

Greetings, Marco. Thanks for the welcome.

I'm from the planet Earth, in the Americas... why, you got people from the moon or somethin' here?

[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

Just different worlds entirely. My own is all ocean and islands for example, but I think there are about at least fifteen different worlds represented here? Not including the people who regularly travel between worlds, and oh, the ones who lived on a "spaceship."

action ok

[hisapprentice]

[Luke is still sulking and wearing a bruised face and looking at the ground while he walks. Right into a tall person. The inevitable smile catches him off guard, though he still looks pretty guarded.]

Sorry.

ok ok

[contaeoro]

Whoa there. [Maiza catches the little boy's shoulder gently, making sure he's not going to bounce off and hit the ground. The bruised face makes him narrow his eyes in concern, but he keeps his tone gentle.]

You should watch where you're goin'. You all right, kid?

[hisapprentice]

Fine.

[It's a stranger. ...A stranger who has the weirdest familiar feeling.]

Sorry. [He did already say that.]

[voice] BOO guess who

[devourthemfirst]

[It takes Czes a few minutes after Maiza makes his entry before he decides to check his journal. Maybe it's because of the new cycle but he's felt even more nervous lately about seeing which new feather's have arrived.

Who will he see?

Will an immortal come to this specific village?

Some had already apparently been brought to other villages in this world and that hasn't comforted him in the least. It's just made him more uneasy. But this specific entry rids him of that feeling, even if just for a moment and is replaced with what feels like relief, happiness.

He has been here for months now and never expected Maiza to come here. Well, more like he had almost given up hope that someone else he knew--no--someone else he trusted would come here. The idea of the Malnosso sending someone as unfortunate as Czes a friend to be with, to be comforted by, seemed so impossible, considering who they are.

And yet here Maiza is. Is it a trick? Maybe. This sounds like Maiza and looks like him--he even said his name! Not to mention Firo has spoken to him already too. So he has to and wants to see for himself... Please.]

...Maiza... ? [Is that really you?]

[voice] czeeees

[contaeoro]

[Maiza will realize soon enough that the number of people he'll recognize here is painfully limited, but this is not the moment yet. He's not so surprised as he is relieved to hear Czes' voice, and he's totally convinced he'll eventually find Ronnie and Randy and Pezo and the Don. He's totally wrong, but for now he's nothing less than happy to hear his friend's voice.

He worries a little that Czeslaw sounds sad, but he's come to realize that Czes retreated into his own world sometimes. He keeps his voice gentle, not that it never is.]

Czes. I'm glad I found you. Where are you?

[voice] <333333

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes doesn't want to let his guard down, this could be a trick after all--a cruel one set by the Malnosso, but his defenses are quickly slipping away from him. Not intentionally of course. His mind is just taking hold of what little hope he has and wants believe that Maiza is here with him now.]

I'm... at my apartment right now. [A beat] Building seven.