So...it'd been an interesting couple of hours. The pod, the hologram, the obvious tracking devices presented as gifts, they all screamed 'set up' to her. Lorna was fairly sure that she was awake and less certain that she wasn't trapped in some telepath's mindprobe. It seemed elaborate for that, but then again, telepaths often had overactive imaginations and too much time on their hands.

She wrapped the tracking device - sorry, ID pendant - around her wrist several times by its chain and flipped the pendant through the end to secure it. The phone she powered down and stuck in her jacket pocket. The cash was an oddly anonymous option considering the other two technological leashes, but it was one she could embrace. Her first stop was your basic convenience store for some hair dye, where she jammed the lock on the bathroom and covered the vivid green of her natural hair with a nice safe black.

If this place was real, she couldn't take for granted that it wasn't just as hostile to mutants as the US. It was safer to be taken for a normal young woman, perhaps a bit thin but well-dressed and neatly groomed. Nothing special about her. With her hair freshly dyed, she fixed the lock on the bathroom and headed for that reliable bastion of information - the nearest dive bar. People talked when they had alcohol in them.

[OOC: you can find Lorna in any bar within a few blocks of the Bay. She's not hiding the fact that she's new and looking for information.]

[Takeru tapped his pen in one hand while in the other he was holding on to the device. Tapping lightly it was clear that music was playing in the background. After the song ended Takeru had finished tapping and paused looking over at the device.

He had a reason that he had even switched on the thing in the first place.]

So... I've been taking writing classes while writing a story I've been working on and our assignment right now is to listen to a piece of music and write a story based on the lyrics and what you think they mean behind the words.

[He moved to put the pen down before using his free hand to use to rest his head on.]

I've pretty much got my ideas sorted and wanted to throw out a challenge because why not. For whoever wants to try it I'll play a song and you'll have to think of a story at the top of your head. If you manage to do so you can challenge me to do something within reason, of course.

[He mostly is doing this because he had nothing else to do once he actually finished writing and checking the song over again. He was pretty confident about his story and it's actually helping him write the story he was working on from the get-go.]

I'm looking forward to see what people come up with.

[now, tousuke's initial reaction upon coming here was that he had weirdly been knocked out by some sort of monster and had been transported here. he soon found out that wasn't the case, when suddenly a holographic girl began talking to him and he nearly smashed the girl to pieces. it scared him to see such technology, and he mostly looked to see how that even worked, rather than listen to her full spiel.

something something they were trapped here and there were others from worlds, something something.

he frowned at all of that, and soon set off on his own adventure!]

Action!

A.
[the town itself was scary.

he found himself staring at every person that passed by, amazed by their sense of fashion, the way they talked, and how they didn't need to have a big weapon strapped to their backs. how were their defenses?! he was at a loss for words.

come to think of it, his palico never came with him.

ah well, he figured it was time for him to gather supplies and get himself settled. he could never stay in the city, and he spotted a forested area, so maybe he could stay there? it was worth a shot. so off he went! gathering up supplies with the little money he had initially received here. he got everything from a tent, to pots for boiling water, to firewood.

as he brought the massive bag of supplies over his shoulder, a log fell out of his pack and rolled down the pavement. he turned around, chasing after it.]

Wha- hey I need you! [was he calling out to the wood or to a nearby person? who knows really.]

B.
[it didn't take him long to realize that city life wasn't going to work at all. he had made his way out of the city, heading towards the mountains. he needed to set up camp somewhere, get settled, and then maybe he would feel a little more at home. a little more like this could work out. it felt weird, though, not thinking about monsters and not knowing if there was even a need for a hunter. he didn't dwell too much on it however, he just needed to find a place to camp.

once he was out and into the mountains, he set up his tent, his supplies and his fire, and he sat down. there! he felt much more at ease. he doubted anyone would ever come and find him out here, so maybe he just... needed to let people know he was here?

he got up from his spot, put something into his slinger on his wrist, and shot it into the air. it was an SOS flare, and he wondered if anyone would come and see why he fired it. hey, it was just so people knew he was here and to maybe come check up on him? sure.]

C.
[tousuke sat back as he waited for his traps to work. he had set traps all over the area, the ground and the trees were full of them. he needed to catch food! and maybe see if there were any monsters around that he could hunt.

once one of his traps were set off, he got up and ran towards the sound immediately. oh, it was one of his pitfall traps! the person (or monster) in question had fallen in, and the surrounded dirt had collapsed around them and secured them at their waist.]

Gotcha! [who knows if that's a good or a bad thing.]

Video!

Uh... hello. I'm just figuring out how to use this... thing. We don't have anything like this back in the New World, this is pretty freaky stuff. It's neat! But still.

[he grabbed his ale, putting the mug to his lips before he continued.] So, just letting everyone know that I'm Tousuke, a Hunter, and I've set up camp out in the woods around Fayren. I might move somewhere else... but I'll be here for now.

Anyone know of any monsters that need hunting?

 [video]
[OKAY LISTEN........ Being told he was ugly by his own reflection didn't go over very well with Eliot. He may have accidentally broken the mirror with his psychic powers. He's licking his own blood from his hands when the video starts, hurt both physically and emotionally by his own self-inflicted pain. ]

I-I don't know what I did, but I think I made my mirror angry at me... [He stops licking his bloodied hand, reminded of what his reflection taunted him about: Being a vampire is his only identity, and his temporary 'ditzy' personality isn't "real." It hurts to know that it's true. As much as he wants to deny it, the taste of even his own blood is slightly addicting.] ... It might be dangerous to be around me. My powers are being weird and moody again. [No, Eliot. You're being weird and moody.]



[action - streets]

[Eliot thinks he's dangerous because of his psychic powers, but it's actually straight-up bad luck. Something that becomes apparent very quickly. Eliot can be found suffering all over town: You might see him walk under a window and have water dumped on his head, or trip over air so that he falls on his face. He also has a few near death experiences where he almost gets hit by cars or falling objects... It's just bad.

Anytime someone is near him when shit goes down, he tears up and apologizes like it's his fault:]

I'm sorry... uugh. You didn't get hurt, did you?

Mirror (Action in Attleton)

[Anyone who visited the Colosseum from time to time may recognize Eren - a troublemaker who's started fights more often than not during matches and shows. Even now he is at the Colosseum, but this time he had been training rather than actually causing trouble.

Unfortunately, it was after that when the mirrors started talking to him in the changing rooms.]

You're a monster. You shouldn't be allowed to love anyone.

You're so weak, you can't even protect anyone without using your titan.

Shut up...

What are you doing here, when your friends are dying back home.

Selfish. Pathetic. Weak.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[And he punches the mirror, shattering in into million pieces and injuring his hand in the progress. Immediately his wounds start steaming and healing and Eren curses letting his emotions get the better of him.]

What the hell was that even about?

[He murmurs to himself and starts cleaning up.]


Bad Luck (Action in Attleton)

[There's something definitely wrong on his way home.

How many times had a kid kicked a soccer ball at his head? Almost as many times as him missing the shot whenever he tried to kick the ball back to them.

How many times had he fallen over because of something blocking his way? Not to mention the angry smacks he got from ladies who he fell onto.

Not to mention he tried avoiding someone cleaning the windows up in upper floors and yet still somehow got the bucket of water onto his head.

This was the longest trip home he had ever made during his stay here. Not to mention he was already in a sore mood because of the mirror. Could this day just end?]