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First Bamf [Action/Accidental Video]

[Action/Accidental Video]

[So Kurt intially wakes up near the southern lake - in an immediate panic at the lack of clothes, even his uniform, or his image inducer. He only sees the book nearby. Curiously, he winds up peering into it and musing into it, unaware that it's recording this snippet.]

Doesn't look at all like the bayou... Where did they go? [He looks down into the book.] And where did this book come from? My name's on it. A gift from the Professor? Something about this book seems really weird... But I should try to find the others first.

[And so... this blue, fuzz demon will be teleporting around in acrid puffs of smoke, trying to stick to treetops and following the river towards the village. Every now and then, he stops just to take another look at the book. There's got to be something he's missing. And are those voices he hears from this weird book?

And as he arrives at the village, he may wind up accidentally teleporting into one of several houses. Something just seems a little off about his power here, you know? Hope this blue demon-looking guy doesn't catch you off-guard, with the dramatic smoke puffs that follow him. He could even wind up in the item or clothing shop before meeting anyone he knows.]

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[The what now.]

I... don't think we have any bayous around here, actually. Uh. There might be a swamp near the lake, maybe? I'm not exactly sure what qualifies as a bayou.

[Come to think of it, this guy doesn't even sound Southern. Maybe he wasn't dumped back in Louisiana after all.]

You know, I should have asked you this first. This may sound weird, but... are we in Louisiana?

[Ouch, yep. New Feather through and through. Billy bites his lower lip, scuffs and hand through his hair, and glances around.]

Oh geez. No, this isn't Louisiana. Maybe you should sit down or something, because this... isn't even Earth.

[He's about to comply, but the last part already confuses him.]

Wait, what? How can this not be Earth? Are you telling me that out of the two of us, you're the alien?

[....Oi. Cheeky.]

I'm not an alien, I'm a mutant.

[Now he'll take that seat. He has a new look of concern a bit of regret for his joke.]

You too?

Um, yeah. Surprise?

[His brows lift slightly - he should probably at least pretend to be surprised at Kurt's admission, himself. He holds his hand out, after a moment's pause.]

Billy Kaplan. Nice to meet you.

[He reaches his own with only a slight hesitance. Handshakes are often awkward for him.]

Kurt Wagner. The pleasure is mine. [And as he grips his hand, he gives a light smile.] Hope you don't mind the fuzz.

[For his part, Billy doesn't show any distress or further hesitation to the handshake; it's firm, long enough to be polite and short enough to avoid being uncomfortable. Somewhere in the middle of it, he offers up a smile.]

It's okay- I'm... kind of used to something similar, actually. At least it means your hands are warm.

[He becomes a bit more relaxed, composed. It's not so often he finds acceptance so easily. ...Although he'll assume Billy's referring to some kind of pet. He gives a light laugh.]

Thanks. It definitely saves me a lot on gloves! [Except when he needs them to... you know, keep people from feeling his fuzz. This reminds him that his image inducer is still gone, and he feels naked.] So you are from Earth, right?

[Wait till he finds out he's dating an alien. |D]

Yeah, I am- I grew up in New York. A lot of people around here are from Earth, actually. This is Luceti, and it's... kind of hard to explain. In a nutshell, though, we're stuck here.

New York, huh? [Why hadn't the Professor ever detected this mutant? Oh duh, because they were whisked away here.] And... we're stuck. How exactly did this happen?

That's the big mystery. No one really knows how, just that it's not our own world and we can't get out. Oh, and- [He gestures a hand at his back, pointing at the wings.] We all have these.

[Wings. Like... that Angel guy?]

We do? [He feels around where there was a soreness in his back... and he feels it. Wings. He waves his forked tail around as he continues.] You know, if I noticed only mine first, I'd have guessed whoever did this just had weird sense of humor.

[Billy blinks in surprise, then grins; well, as long as we're being humourous about it...]

I think maybe people would find them more interesting if we had a little more variety. All that's ever different about them is the colour.

[Joking about it seems like the best alternative to panic. Even if his nerves are racing somewhat.]

Mine are blue, aren't they? [He doesn't even feel like looking for himself - he has a good feeling about his guess anyway.] But be careful what you wish for. You wouldn't want to wind up with butterfly wings or something.

As blue as you are, yeah.

[It's a very blue bench, apparently, since Billy's are as well. At his last comment, though, his smile shifts somewhat secretively.]

And don't worry, I'm always careful about what I wish for.

I practically attract it. And even you got some blue.

I'm glad for that. [He's not sure what to make of that shift for his smile. But might as well ask one question that eluded him in these weirdness.] But, about these wings... Is there any particular reason we suddenly have them? Whatever this Luceti place is, this definitely isn't the wing quality I'd expect of Heaven.

Trust me, this is a pretty far cry from heaven. It looks normal enough, but every once and a while we're either drafted against our will to fight, or turned into some secret organization's lab rats. It's all over the map, and it kind of sucks.

[Isn't he nice and reassuring, Kurt?]

[That's actually not very nice or reassuring at all.]

What? A... draft? And lab rats? You've gotta be kidding.

Not kidding at all. I just got back from a draft myself. It was... pretty awful.

[His tone might be enough to imply just how much of an understatement that is.]

[He looks over sympathetically.]

I'm sorry. But... How are we forced into these things? Who's responsible?

It's this group called the Malnosso, or so I've been told. I've never met them, but I've heard them talking on the- oh, do you have your journal?

[He fishes around for a moment, pulling his own out of a bookbag beside him.]

Have you got one of these?

Oh, you have one too!

[He raises his own.]

Does that mean, this book's part of this place too?

Yeah, everybody gets one. They're kind of like our phones? [He opens it up, flipping through and picking an entry at random to show how it works.] Just to communicate. It's all public, so don't use it like a diary or anything.

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