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[Waking up when he didn't remember falling asleep had never ended well with Clay. He sat up quickly in the coffin, thing, his hand going to the grip of the pistol nestled in his shoulder holster, something he's pleased to see he's still wearing.

Disoriented by the surroundings, he looks down briefly to note the weight that had been sitting on his chest and palms the box before climbing out. His telepathy constantly idling tells him there's no one in the immediate vicinity of wherever the hell this is and he re-holsters his pistol to take a look at the box's contents.

He'll look up toward the entrance as soon as he senses any mind that comes into the tunnel, and they should be prepared for a pistol aimed at them, purely defensive obviously.]

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[The voice that comes over the audio feed is deep, resonating, and has an accent that isn't place-able as being from any one region of the U.S. His first statement isn't in English, nor does it carry a heavy English accent. It's in Tagalog, if anyone speaks it, and it roughly translates to "hey, Shadow Boy, if you're around here, sound off."]

Tao ng mga anino, kung nandito ka, sabihin ng isang bagay.

[There's a beat before he continues in English.]

I just stepped off the boat, and I've got a question: how outdated in the information from the hologram? [Because nothing is ever completely up to date.] Surely somebody knows more than "we don't know anything, go squat somewhere until we figure it out".

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[Clay isn't going to just choose a place to live without knowing the lay of the city, so he can be found in various locations throughout Genessia City. According to the brochure (why does an inter-dimensional prison have a brochure, by the way? Is it just that much better than all the other inter-dimensional prisons there are to choose from?) Genessia City is the most like the environment he has to choose from, even though his necklace, also know has he newest pocket accessory, suggest otherwise.

He'll be ducking into various shops, bars, and the like, just to get an idea of the city, but he can also be encountered along the many streets.]

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[Terra hears his audio message first, her phone echoing softly in her pocket as the deep voice rumbles over the communicator. She doesn’t hear all of it but it’s easy to tell that someone new has most likely arrived at the bay. She isn’t far so she turns to greet the new arrival. Beneath one arm is a basket of flowers, the petals bright and vibrant suggesting the welcome touch of spring in Genessia.

A light smile pulls at her lips, her expression gentle and kind. She steps up to the entrance of the bay, green curls framing her face as she steps inside. She’s wearing a light pink sundress and a pair of light brown sandals. It’s probably a little to chilly for such summer attire but the cold doesn’t bother Terra like it might others.

Seeing the gun pointed at her makes her pause however she appears to be unphased by his reaction. She’s used to this sort of thing.]

Hello.

[She greets him softly.]

Would you like help?

[Toby is surprised to hear his nickname echoing in Tagalog over the network. He plucks the phone from his pocket and picks it up, his voice rough.]

Mhmm?

[He’s made sure to set the conversation to private.]

The fuck are you doing here?

[Not that he knows why he’s here either but it feels very surreal to hear his friends voice again. Toby hasn’t seen Clay in years and their last parting had been as bittersweet as they all were; another mission, another town.

Toby pays his tab and stands, his beer left half-finished as his stool scrapes against the hard wood floor. He begins walking as he speaks his voice even but caution.]

I’m heading to your location.

[No names, no specifics, Toby knows where he is and it’s up to Clay if he moves. Luckily he’s at a bar in Genessia today so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. When he does arrive he doesn’t go inside the bay. He walks close enough for Clay to pick up him presence and then waits just outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

It’s been at least 2 years, if not longer.]

[He looks up as she approaches and sights down the barrel of his pistol for only a moment before lowering the weapon. He has no way of knowing whether she's a threat or not, but she isn't being threatening, which is enough to let him lower his guard at least somewhat.]

Hi. [See? He can be friendly. If you want to call that friendly, anyway.] Help with what, exactly?

Took a one-way ticket to an off-world resort. It was a tip from a client. [His response is deadpan. Dude, I don't know why the fuck I'm here.] Why are you here?

[At the news, he's not moving. He'll just stay near the weird hologram. When Toby arrives, he flashes a smile, though, walking over. He can afford himself one pun, in the name of...friendship or whatever.] Look what the cat dragged in.

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Bad luck.

[There are a few words that stick out to Toby. The most important being client. He wants to know the last things Clay remembers. He doesn't ask over the phones, he'd rather do that in person when he can size Clay up.]

Don't you mean dog?

[Toby smirks.]

What do you remember last?

[This is important!]

[She's glad to see the gun lower, she has no interest in dying or having to heal herself. As it is, she doesn't know if she can control her other half should she get mortally injured.]

Those who arrive usually have questions about this place. I've been here for... awhile.

[She doesn't move and her voice remains steady.]

If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any at all. [He smirks, crossing his own arms and shrugging slightly.] I'm the cat, dumb ass.

[And this his brow dropped is slight confusion.]

Running into you.

[He nods at that, pocketing the cash from the box and sliding the necklace into his pants pocket. The phone he slides into a back pocket before crossing his arms.]

Fair enough. What's your name?

[So I can reference it later.]

[Toby shrugs at Clay. He's really missed him.]

Running into me? When?

[His expression shifts to a more serious one, his eyes narrowing slightly.]

Terra.

[She is taken off guard but answers easily. That isn't usually the first question people ask.

Her free hand begins to lightly tease the flowers that rest in her basket.]

[Clay doesn't say anything for minute, eyes narrowing even more.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[He nods and mentally notes the name with the face.]

How long's a while, Terra?

[Toby shrugs and then raises his hand to run through his hair.]

I headed from the west coast to the east coast. I had been in New York for a few months before waking up here. I haven't seen you in over two years.

[Clay nods at that, running a hand over his chin thoughtfully.]

So, wherever here is, people show up from different points in time, huh?

A half a year the first time. I arrived in summer of last year and have been here since.

[She hopes that makes sense.]

[Toby already knew that which is why he asked.]

Appears so. Want to fill me in?

[Only because he hates not knowing.]

The first time? [He nods. It was worded in a confusing way, but Clay wasn't dumb, and timelines were something of a focus for him. When you ended up losing pieces of time sometimes, you started to focus pretty hard on the pieces you didn't.]

So, you've been here almost a year since coming back, and you were here half a year before that. Do you know how long you were gone?

[Clay shrugs. He couldn't see the harm in it.]

You know a good bar around here?

[Toby knows the type he's interested in.]

I know a lot of them.

[Toby flashes Clay a smirk before turning and heading back the way he had come. He's going to pick a seeder bar this time, a hole in the wall, perfect for private conversations.]

[Clay smirks right back, falling into step slightly behind his larger friend out of habit. Clay's the one with the hair trigger and the impeccable aim. Let Toby do the tanking.]

I always knew I could count on you for something.

[Toby's smile evaporates quickly. Unlike the last time they met, which Toby doesn't remember, he's not happy and hasn't been in a good place. He releases a long breath feeling the joy of seeing Clay quickly being replaced with his usual self hate and dread.]

Beer is as good a reason as any.

[His hand runs through his hair before turning. He'd much rather talk with a beer in his hand. It's about a 20 min walk before Toby's stepping over the threshold of a small hole in the wall place.]

I think it was about 9 months.

[She replies softly.]

I don't remember being anywhere else. I remember being home but nothing about this place while I was there. [It continues to confuse her.]

[Clay was just fine with not talking while they walked. It gave him the chance to take note of bus stops, shop names, street names, landmarks at intersections, and get a feel for the minds of the other residents. There weren't as many people here as New York, which was just as well.

New York had too many damned people crammed into it. When they stepped inside, he immediately liked the place. It was the type of bar people got lost in, which mean it was the type that didn't eavesdrop.

He moved to the bar and ordered two of the bartenders strongest stouts and took a seat, assuming Toby would do the same.]

So, deja vu and everything, but catch me up, brother. What's been goin' on with you. You can fill me in on this place in a minute.

So, after six months, you left for about nine, didn't retain any memory of the place while you were gone, but got it all back when you came back here?

[He looks at her as though looking for confirmation.]

That about right?

[Toby takes a seat, his back to the wall while his steely gray eyes case the place. He's been here a few times but that doesn't mean he trusts it. He feels the tension in his shoulders rise before exhaling and reaching for a beer.]

I found my father. [Which he's sure that Clay knows.]

Since then I've just been trying to get by.

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