antivanleather | First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.

What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.

A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.

Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]

-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.

(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)

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[Luke's immediate reaction is to ignore Lupin's rambling and inspect the man. Its readily apparent that its a New Feather Cycle, as Shepard's arrival as well as Ikki's had made plan. And the pants....

Luke facepalms]

Lupin, what is this man wearing?

They were on me when I woke, I promise. I did not steal them!

[That was his primary concern. Well. His apparent primary concern. A house elf caught stealing is usually punished. Terribly.]

[Lupin is intent on just ignoring the elf--beyond the threatening haze and the feeling that he could sleep for another three hours, he didn't care. However, Luke's tone got him to glance over...]

oh.

[Luke nods at Lupin and then to the stranger]

Sir. We're not worried about you stealing them. More, we need to explain this situation.

Would you please? He wasn't terribly informative before he tried to kill me. [He shrinks away from Lupin and takes a half step closer to Luke.]

[Facepalm. Lupin flops back into his bed--let the elf run to Luke, and let the Jedi deal with the act. He just wanted to sleep.]

Just cut the act, would you? It was a miscommunication--and you were in my bed.

[Luke gives the elf a raised eyebrow look and nods towards the door.]

Lupin, sleep. You, outside.

Yes Ser.

[Zev ducks his head and steps out into the hall.]

[Lupin quietly watches them as the head out before rolling over and curling up under the sheets once more. Though he intended to drift back to sleep, he kept a sharp ear open for what they might say--and anymore lies that their 'guest' might tell.]

[Luke steps into the living room and gestures towards a chair, indicating that the elf should take a seat.]

What's your name, Mr. Elf? And am I correct in assuming that you have no idea where you are?

[Being offered a seat is...odd. As is being called 'mr. elf' as though he had some form of standing. Whatever place this was, with it's guns and strange lighting, Zev isn't sure he knows what to make of it just yet. But. He sits and tucks his legs up under him out of habit.]

Zevran, Zev to my friends. [He shrugs, keeps his head low.] None, Ser.

Well, Zev. My name is Luke Skywalker, and you are...well, you are in a world not your own. This place is called Luceti, and you were brought here against your will by an organization known as the Malnosso. They...bring us here and trap us within a barrier, in a small village.

[Luke takes the journal he'd picked up from Lupin's floor and opens it to the guidebook before passing it over]

This is the guidebook written for newcomers. Why don't you take a moment and read through it, while I go and get some tea and something to eat. I find its best to eat and drink when one first arrives. I'll return shortly.

[That explained the furniture, the odd sources of light, and the strange ache in his back. And the bed he woke in without any real memory of climbing in. This wasn't where he should be, nor was it the Fade. That left precious few options to his mind, and having anything laid out for him would be a blessing.

He accepts the journal with a subservient nod and blinks down at the...moving images, sudden voices, and other such magecraft scrawled over the pages. This book was enchanted, bespelled, and several levels of disturbing for it. He looks back to the page Luke had indicated and begins to read. Many questions he wanted answered were taken care of here; and the more he read the more tense he became.

One prison of circumstance exchanged for a physical one. Fantastic. He doesn't answer Luke, doesn't even notice other than the usual register of the man being unarmed and out of the room, entirely entranced in reading this book.]

[Luke returns momentarily with a tray laden with two steaming cups of tea and some bread. Its a bit light for what he usually offers New Feathers, but this one seems to be sharp enough to manage. He sets the tray down on the table and gives the elf more time to read, picking up his own teacup and taking a sit while he waits.]

This is...

[Zev took a moment to order his thoughts. An entirely new world, an entirely new cage. Prisoners from other worlds, forced to fight, changed at the whims of their minders. Far more extreme than what he endured with the Crows but not entirely unfamiliar. He's frustrated more than anything else, and thus paints on a half smile.]

Easily the strangest place I have ever been. And I've been to a brothel that catered to those that wished to sleep with the goat they intend to eat afterward.

Yes. Strange.

[Luke raises an eyebrow at that EXTREMELY inappropriate remark. A Brothel...that served goats? What is that even...]

Are you missing anything, Zev? Tools, artifacts, armor, weapons?

All of that, and poisons, traps, little gears and bits of spring that I'd lay out before I slept to ensure the dog would not burgle from my pack.

[Fairly deadpan.]

I would hope no one attempts to make my weapons their own. It would not end terribly well for them.

Well, the Malnosso, our keepers, place them in the shops around town. I can take you to them, if you like.

They take my things and then simply distribute them for others to purchase? [Zev shakes his head in disapproval.] How very cruel.

It isn't nice, the entire situation is just wrong.

[Luke stands]

Come, lets get your things.

Wrong is the most polite for it, I should think.

[After a moment Zev flips his journal closed so he might follow.]

Lead on.

[And out the door Luke goes, taking Zev down the path to the clothing shop, and beyond!]

First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

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