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[inheavenslight]

[There is a man who had just walked into town, his lips are pressed into a fine line, his eyes darting back and forth as if he is trying to take in everything at once. He seems like he could range from being anywhere from the decently-feeling to down right not happy camper. His body language is tense, back ramrod straight and arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Every now and then, he reaches out to touch a dusty-green wing, realizing they are overly sensitive, jumping a little then go back to the tense pose for a few minutes before trying to touch it again, much like a child who has been told not to pick at a scab. It is obvious this man is painfully new here although with how he is looking in the shop window, he is trying to give off the air of 'I know what I am doing!'.]


Player Name: Amanda
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Luce
Character Fandom: OC

[ooc: I am looking for a new PB besides Jude Law to help avoid confusion :3]

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[lostinmyway]

[Grune is on her way out of the clothing shop when she notices--hmm. Has she seen him before? She isn't sure.

Well, there's only one way to find out!]

Hello. Are you looking for something?

[inheavenslight]

[Luce was going to say something along the lines of 'Yes, I am quite lost. Where am I?' along with the normal questions that come with being dropped off in a new locale with new attachments to his person and his normal clothes missing.

But before he could say any of that, he realizes something. Her hair is blue.

He blinks at it. Blue hair. This must be a dream. But still, he will try and be polite, even though it is obvious where his eyes are focused on her.]

Hello, I am looking for a map. I am trying to figure out just where I am.

[lostinmyway]

[Actually, her hair is supposed to be more green than blue, but not even her official art can agree on the shade and icons coloured like these sure don't help, so Luce could easily think otherwise.

Grune doesn't notice the direction of his gaze--she never notices when people stare somewhat lower than that, after all. (She's more than just a touch oblivious.)

But she's definitely friendly, as her warm, welcoming smile demonstrates.] Oh, you're in Luceti. This is the clothing shop.

[inheavenslight]

[Sorry about that ;3; We can mentally retcon it to Luce thinking green. He nods a little, as he pauses when she says the location.

Luceti? He goes over his mental map of his homeland, trying to figure out if there is a town called that, with people with wings. He then blinks a little.]

Luceti. [Feeling out the name obviously. He reaches out to touch his wing again, and once more pulling his hand away when it twitches.] Ah, I see, thank you. I have heard of the clothing shops here.

[No he hasn't, obvious by his previous question. And even if it wasn't a right-out lie to try and help him save face merely because of who really have heard of this place before being dropped here, it is obvious on his face. A slight frown and his eyes darting back and forth.] Thank you for informing me. Is there a mapshop near by?

[lostinmyway]

[Luce is dreadfully lucky in one regard, which is that Grune is one of the most naive people in the entire village. She'll take everything he says entirely at face value.

She spends a moment or two thinking about his question.] Hmm.... I think Raine has some maps.

[inheavenslight]

Raine has some maps. [He repeats, quite pleased this little fib did so well. He nods a little.]

That is very good, how much do they normally go for?

[lostinmyway]

[She gives him a mildly confused look.]

Oh, no, she doesn't sell them. [Nobody sells anything in Luceti.] You can look at them in your journal.

[inheavenslight]

[Journal? Oh yes, that book. The one that freaked him out a little and he left it where he woke up.]

...As in the book? [Just confirming it.]

[lostinmyway]

Yes, that's right.

[She gives him what counts for her as a measuring look. She's starting to get the impression....] Are you a New Feather?

[inheavenslight]

[Luce knows not of this lingo!]

I am not a feather at all.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, no, that's the name for someone who's new. [Of course he's not a feather. That would be silly.] Are you new?

[inheavenslight]

[...Oh! He know that. Really. Positive! He keeps his expression even as he nods.]

That I am, I woke up in the woods nearby but hopefully soon I will be able to head back home. [Thats right, try and play it cool. See this? Cool. Not confused or anything about where is he and why does he have wings and why did he have a book that must have been witchcraft that he left in the middle of the woods.]

[lostinmyway]

[Oh dear.

Her expression turns sympathetic.] Oh, you can't go home for a little while yet. I'm sorry.

[fleurdesel]

...

[Wing picking? New Feather. How delightful- and she'd assumed this cycle had ended a few days ago. Adele sighs and walks up to his side.]

Quit that. You'll pluck out a feather and make yourself sick.

[inheavenslight]

[Luce stares at this woman, his eyes meeting her face.] I am not picking at the feathers. [Yes he is. But now he is putting his arms tightly around his torso to stop it. And try and make himself look more serious.]

[fleurdesel]

Bullshit.

[Because he was. She saw you doing it. Twice, even.]

Pluck one out, you'll make yourself ill, and then you'll be my problem. I'd rather not deal with idiotic New Feather's today- so don't pick at them.

[inheavenslight]

I am not a feather! [He raises his voice a little, do you know who you're talking to? No, you don't, because you think he is a feather. He narrows his eyes a little.]

But perhaps you could explain the wings.

[fleurdesel]

New. Feather. A new member to the village. You just woke up here in naught but a pair of slacks with a book next to you not long ago, yes? That makes you a New Feather.

[A beat.]

We're all little angels now. So we get wings. Why else would we have them?

[inheavenslight]

[He frowns at this. He did not join any village, and he left that book in the forest!]

I am not an 'angel' [Whatever that is.] And I figured this was just a dream.

[fleurdesel]

...

[Sarcasm doesn't register. That's...odd. To say the least.]

You are whatever you were when you came here. This isn't a dream, the wings keep us alive, after a fashion. Hurt them, and it hurts you twice as much. Lose them? You die.

[inheavenslight]

That is quite [Stupid.] Unique. Are the vital organs stored in wings now?

[fleurdesel]

Not to my knowledge. Every examination I've made of them thusfar has only shown me that any reason for death upon their loss isn't explainable by medical means. There is no reason for them to be as vital, or sensitive, as they are.

[inheavenslight]

I see. [Poking the wing again.] So perhaps you could fill me in?

[fleurdesel]

Quit touching your wings. You'll make them sore.

[Honestly it was like speaking to a child.]

Do you have the book you woke with, or not?

[inheavenslight]

No, I left that thing in the woods. I am not going to carry around a mystical book.