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[stalksindarkness]

[This one, walking along the sidewalk on 12th and Juniper, was a young black lion, with the familiar amulet hanging from his teeth and a black and red armored jumpsuit covering his torso. What he remembers before waking up? Raiding a meta research lab owned by the Crey corporation, which was supposed to be a clean operation, at least for the people he was operating with. He remembered leaping and biting into a power armored goon, then catching up with the rest of the team, before a light flashed over them-- Then sleep.

A loong long sleep. Not to say he didn't enjoy a long nap, but he didn't really feel well rested. He had an empty stomach, too woozy to eat anything just yet, and that veiled feeling that nagged him to go home and sleep.

Coupled with that, however, was the fact that he had no idea where he was. That needed to change. He was nervous, and not at all comfortable with the change of scenery. The only thing he looked at in the box was the money and the gem, which he held in his jaws. The information did very little for him, and he decided instead to seek help, but even that what daunting.

He was, perhaps, a bit of a fraidy cat when it came to this sort of thing. He had experienced enough in his short life to expect a monster around every corner, and to know not to trust easily.

So he walks with his ears turned back, checking every alleyway and listening carefully as he weaves between the civilians.]

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[baconandsnausages]

[After being here so long, it's probably not that weird how you can pick up on the new people by sight. And not even because you've never seen them before, but because of the way they hold themselves and act.

The necklace marks him as a per- ...civilian of the actual kind, rather than just a not-person (or not-lion as the case is), and the box still being carried around coupled with the wariness... he's almost certain you're new around here, anyway. He's sat watching you walk up the street he's walking the opposite way down, and just as you pass, he makes up his mind. He stops and asks]

...You need some help?

[Eh, it's not like he's got anything better to do today anyway.]

[stalksindarkness]

He heard the voice directed at him, but he didn't register the words. He just flinched and stared at Dean, only a few yards from him. He draws back, shoulders hunched and ears flat on his head, making a bit of a grumbling chitter.

From there, he turns, bumping into someone else, then disappearing behind the corner of the building, peaking out to look at the guy who addressed him.

[baconandsnausages]

[His eyebrow goes up, this not exactly being the response he expected.]

Uhh... Okay.

[Really not sure how to take this. Mind you, someone eventually was going to have this kind of reaction. They've had every other kind that he can think of. He pulls his necklace out, letting the pendant dangle from a fist.]

Same boat as you, dude.

[stalksindarkness]

So he's a little bit skittish. Sue him. At the site of the necklace he peers at it, then tentatively takes a few steps out to Dean.

"I don't know what's going on..." Not really, the pamphlet parts he read only helped by so much.

[baconandsnausages]

[you've been dragged here against your will and there's no way out? That about sums it up.]

I've been here a while, and I'm still not sure. Town's called Genessia, it's run by a massive computer, we don't know how we got here, or how to get back. Unfortunately.

[Okay, so that sounded a bit softer in his head. well, too late now?]

[stalksindarkness]

"So not Portal corp?" He wonders, then glances away. Genessia?

He wrinkles his nose at that. No, this isn't good. No way to get home, no obvious way anyway. He just lowers his head then.

"What are we supposed to do then?"

[baconandsnausages]

Portal- No. Not here. Or at least, not that I've heard of. [He cuts off his first question, filing it away for later. It probably says a lot about here that he's not freaking out about a talking lion. He's going to blame Parthaanux mainly for that one. A talking dragon who wasn't really evil as such killed the last of what was left of his surprise factor for 'things that could get here'.

...He misses the dragon. What the hell has this place done to him?

But anyway, he focuses himself back on the subject at hand.] There's plenty of shit to do once you get settled in. This place... well, it can keep you on your toes. Paws. [Whatever.]

[stalksindarkness]

"Hurrgh." Which means there's no waypoint to get back and he wasn't just thrown in, and he supposes, if he were thrown into a portal back home by a malicious person he probably wouldn't have an easy way back anyway. It still made him tense either way.

"You say that. But I've never been on my own before. And I'm not sure why nobody is freaking out..." He's a lion. People freak out.

[baconandsnausages]

Don't expect the natives to react overly much to anything at all. Not in the way they should, anyway. The not-people.... if you've got a necklace, they pretty much let you get away with what you want. Or, stay out of your way, at least. It's pretty creepy.

As for the rest of us... well, yeah. some of us have been here for a while and are used to this kind of thing. Or, you know, similar. some people have things like this back home. The rest [He shrugs] I have no clue.

[stalksindarkness]

"So..." He muses.


"If I held up a butchers shop for a truck full of meat, they'd let me get away with it?" Is that the message he was getting? Because that was the interpretation.

"What about living places? I read something about that but I don't know how to do any of that renting stuff."

[baconandsnausages]

[He nods, looking thoughtful.] They probably would. However, we've got at least a couple of people here who seem like they probably wouldn't take all that well to you stealing. Some more than others.

[Hmm.] I think they've probably got shit that helps you on how to do it. I can't really help you on that one beyond 'you give them money as often as they agree with you that you have to', I have my own place. [....It's gotta be basically the same as motels, right? Just.... less often? and minus a cleaner. That's how he understood it, anyway.]

[stalksindarkness]

Hm. That means there are superhero or crime fighters maybe? That would kinda make sense. Maybe there were some people from home? But who could really incriminate a kid for a small crime like that? But he didn't look like a kid, did he?

"Yeah but..." His ears fold back. "Doesn't mean I wanna live alone either." And that doesn't mean he wants to jump aboard the first train he finds, he just doesn't really have the ability to live alone, unless it was outside. No thumbs kinda sucked.

[baconandsnausages]

Captain hammer probably would.

Maybe you can find a petting zoo or something? [He shrugs a little bit. So he hasn't go the memo you're more than your lion-y packaging. You might... want to let him know soon, or this is the kind of suggestion you'll get. Because talking lion.] You'd even probably get three square a day.

[stalksindarkness]

"I'm not some pet... I'm a boy. And I have super powers! So I'm not going to go live in a damn zoo like a brainless animal, okay?" And this is undercut by a snarl, as you pretty much just pressed one of his hot buttons, Dean.

[baconandsnausages]

[He's shocked.... though, not by the superpowers bit.] You're... a boy?! Holy crap! [But his hands go up in a gesture of surrender.] Sorry. But you might also have needed to mention that earlier. [If, you know, you're going to get all offended over it.]

[stalksindarkness]

"I don't like being called a pet." What was wrong with that? It's not like he chose to be this way, but he lives with it now.

He lowers his head, ears pinned back.

"And sorry, it's just... Who wants to live with a buncha goats anyway?"

[baconandsnausages]

[He shrugs, but then he grins mischieviously, apparently recovering.] Somebody who eats them? Like shooting fish in a barrel, dude.

[But he drops it, and waves it off.] It's fine. But hey, now I know? Not a mistake I can make again.