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[captainkaladin]

Player Name: Prince/Dave
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Character Name: Kaladin Stormblessed
Character Fandom: Stormlight Archives

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Kaladin’s training kicks in fast, and he’s out of the loose flowing white clothes in seconds, reaching for his weathered blue uniform - the fabric thick but well used, a little rough but familliar between his fingers. Thats when he feels them first - the wings, sprouting from his back, feathered like the strange chicken’s from Shinovar, and completely alien. Also, completely attached to his back. He’d grasped at them a few times, trying to make sense of it, but eventually left them alone - it hurts when he tugged on the feathers, but he seemed to have some control of them. He shifts on his uniform, glad that they nestle (albeit slightly uncomfortably) against his shoulder blades. At least they were out of sight. Nothing could be done for the way they itch, just slightly though. He straightens the silver buttons of his uniform a single time, tan fingers tracing the lines one final time. His trusty spear is also suspiciously missing, and he is in the middle of a forest. Both of these things are deeply unsettling. Especially seeing as the foliage doesn’t recoil from his touch - or, indeed, from any pressure at all. It just sits there, still, in all its leafy glory, and the ground isn’t hard stone like in Roshar - on the contrary, its soft like sand but denser. He places a hand against the bark of a tree, and takes in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There is a faint breeze that seems to whistle past one ear, then he sees something that resembles tousled leaves. From it, Syl appears. She glows with a faint blue light, and lands gently on his shoulder, the short gust of wind subsiding as she crumples up like a delicate paperdoll. She takes the form of a young woman only a few centimetres in height, with a skirt that hits about her knees, and seems to sway in a breeze that isn’t quite there. She hunkers down quietly, and leans against the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t ask where her usual cheer has gone - the dissonance between this… place and their own world is explanation enough. But he is glad for her company.]

[Accidental Video:]

What is this thing? [Kaladin picks up the journal, flicking open a page. Its set up strangely, thats for sure. Also, as he speaks, the words seem to be appearing on the page - yes, words that he can actually read. He makes a startled noise, narrowing brown eyes and raising a brow and pulling an incredulous face at the book between his hands. Glyphs, sure, he had been proficient at - but words? Reading? That was a women's art. He had a feeling it had something to do with the feathery protrusions on his back. After all, they were the most alien addition on top of the list of already obscure experiences. He decides continuing the conversation can't hurt his situation.]

If anyone is here.. or can explain anything about this place, now would be the time to show yourself!

[ He sort of raises his voice at the last part, but it just seems to echo through what seems to be the vast expanse of forest. No use for it then - he starts up walking. He has the feeling he's got a long way to go before he gets an explanation for any of this. ]

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[vindictam]

[ He has seen strange things, in the void. Dreams that were not quite dreams, reality that he couldn't trust as such. A tumult of the real and the not real that made him ever doubt both. For the water ran up, but the stone streets of Dunwall still felt true under his feet.

Not that this is Dunwall, or even a void-sick dream of the city he so often had. The clothes were foreign and quickly discarded for his own heavy blue uniform and he quickly went about getting himself away from any dangers. Instead he looks, for something familiar, something solid. To start there and work out, to try and tell this apart from the feverish nightmares he had grown so accustomed to.

Perhaps confusion to mirror his own will have to do. But if this was the void, save from the spirit that lived there and the dreams of men who were not there, he has never seen someone else to walk with him in such a place.

For that alone he approaches, where he might have done his best otherwise to ignore the other person and avoid him. Desperation made fast friends and he had a task to see to. The transversal was easily done, his hand glowing brightly before he landed a few meters away, making sure his footfalls were loud and pointedly there. But he would not remove his mask, not if there was a chance of being recognized. For his sake, and the other man's though, he kept his distance, a wary protection after all that he had seen and done. ]

Are you real?

Action Oh Kaladin.

[tea_lover64]

[Iroh is meanwhile training in the forest. After the last draft, it helped take his mind off all that happened. There was purpose and simplicity in training. The physical exertion was only part of what he was training though. He needed to strengthen his mind as well, though that would wait until he finished his current work out.

He lifts himself with one arm from a sturdy tree branch, moving up and down in a steady controlled pace until he pauses for a second. Something or something is up. After switching to his other arm, he drops down, landing carefully.]

Hello. Who is out there?

[shinobee]

[Although not quite the same as the land bordering the Hidden Leaf, the forest terrain was an environment Shino was most intimately familiar with. More often than not, he could be found whiling away his time amongst the foliage training, or indulging in his favourite hobby: bug hunting.

Today was one of such days. Equipped with a plastic terrarium and the necessary tools, he slowly combed his way through the underbrush, mindful of sending any insects skittering away. Cataloging the species found in the area was his own self-assigned mission, and one that seemingly had no near end in sight. The place was teeming with bugs. His kikaichu included. Shino had spread them out to cover a couple hundred metres around him, moving outward in every direction. Any interruption within the confines of his marked perimeter? Shino would instantly be alerted to it.

As such, when the kikaichu detect a new, large presence appearing out of seemingly nowhere, he paused his research to send more insects to investigate. Some just inconspicuously hang about to relay information to their host, and a handful coming to rest on the unknown presence's person.]