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⚡ The Fool

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[A figure with long dark hair and a bloodstained shirt runs into frame and, not finding the expected door, trips and falls hands and knees to the pavement, hunching for a moment and clearly cursing, though breathlessly and quietly enough that the device can't quite pick up the words. After a moment, Sparrow begins to look around and spots the device, giving it a fairly worried look before picking it up and managing to turn it off.]

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[He's been wandering through the empty streets, trying to ascertain his location. No luck so far. This...'City' or whatever it is, is like a convoluted maze. But the darkhaired figure, tripping and stumbling, catches his attention. It's a... woman?]

[His eyes narrow]

Who are you...?

Are you in need of assistance?

Are you alright?

Do you... um, are you okay? Do you need some help?

[Sparrow manages to stand and tenses, prepared to run, pushing some hair out of his? eyes. Wearing jeans and a plain shirt that looks fairly flat against the chest, there's nothing particularly feminine about Sparrow--though there's nothing particularly manly either.]

Who are you?

I don't...where am I?

[There's a long pause.]

I think so.

I think that would depend on what the hell is going on. Who are all you people?

Oh! You're new! Okay, basically we're all from different worlds and we were brought here--"here" is the City, by the way--by a bunch of people called the deities.

Also, I'm Penny, and are you bleeding?

[He reassess his assumption. No, not a woman. A man. At least he thinks so. Something about him feels...off].

I am Karl Fei-Ong.

[He regards the blood on Sparrow's clothes. Is it this...person...injured? The idea awakens a scavenger's instinct. To attack. To feed. He's gone without blood much too long.]

[But this human seems skittish. He'll have to tread carefully.]

Is...something the matter?

Which city?

[Not that Sparrow excepts that clarification will actually help.]

I'm called Sparrow. And I'm--well, I'm not bleeding.

[If he looks closely, he should be able to tell that the blood is all spatter--Sparrow isn't actually bleeding.]

My name's Sparrow.

[Sparrow takes a moment to figure out how to answer. Instinct says to pretend everything's fine enough to get this guy to go away, but Sparrow has no idea exactly what's happening, so getting information is a priority.]

I'm not sure where I am.

Hm.

[His keen senses can't catch the scent of fresh wounds. However this person acquired the blood, it is second-hand. Pity. Injured prey is far easier to overpower.]

That makes two of us.

[He takes a slow step closer.]

They tell me...this place is called 'The City'.

[Sparrow is fairly used to coming to in surprising places with gaps of memory, but this is different. Especially if someone else is as confused.]

Yeah, but that's how people refer to most cities when they're the most important thing around. This sure isn't my city.

[For a moment, Sparrow doesn't know where the certainty comes from, but then it hits. There's too many lights. Too many things that look functional and not cobbled together from spare parts. Like in some pre-Bang movie. That would explain the cell phone, or whatever it is, that Sparrow is currently clutching.]

[Interesting. So this man(?) is a newcomer here, same as he. So much the better. Karl can make use of his disorientation.]

Nor is it mine.

[He's an arm's length away now.]

We should stick together, you and I. We're both strangers in this place.

[Hopefully, he can lure this human somewhere dark. Bite him. Feed on his blood. Then discard the remains. Surely no one will miss a newcomer in this 'City'.]

[Sparrow takes an automatic step backward, to discourage unpleasant things like handshakes. Given Sparrow's cautious nature and deeply ingrained desire for privacy the offer is less than appealing but appearing too rude doesn't seem like a good idea either. Sparrow shrugs.]

Lots of people are probably strangers.

[Sparrow's wary backtracking doesn't go unnoticed by Karl. Yes. Definitely skittish. He'll have to be careful of this one. The last thing he needs is too much trouble.]

That may be true...

However, not everyone finds themselves plucked from amid their surroundings, as you and I have been.

[OOC: Poor Sparrow. He totally wants to eat him. Feel free to either run for it, or stick around for biting! ^^]

Just the City. There's only one--here, anyway, in this... dimension or whatever. It's complicated.

Hey there, Sparrow. Then that blood's... old? Someone else's?

This is the City.

Are you sure?

[Sparrow backs away a bit more toward the direction of the lights. There's something a but ominous in the use of the word 'plucked' or at least it seems that way given Sparrow's name.]

So that is what happened to you, then?

[OOC: I'll go for running since I don't think Sparrow would be able to get away easily once grabbed and I should probably let my poor character by functional for a bit...]

I've decided that that has to be about the least helpful geographical designation ever.

Well, I'm confused, but that hasn't been fatal so far.

This dimension?

It's not mine.

Something like that, yes.

[He dares a step closer. In the darkness, his eyes glow red.].

~A pity, really. I was in the middle of quite a feast before I was interrupted!

[Suddenly, he lunges in a blur of dark hair and white fangs.]

[OOC: Gotcha! xD Run, Sparrow! RUUUN!]

I agree. Nevertheless, it is what the residents call this place.

[Sparrow has absolutely seen enough horror movies to know where this is going, and in any case it's a pretty instinctive reaction to run from anything with fangs. Sparrow's exhausted after the events of the day but manages to put on a burst of speed, enough to make a dash towards the nearest place where it looks like there will be a crowd.]

Is it near...anything else?

Not that I've seen. It is like an island, one we cannot leave.

Tch.

[Always one that gets away. Taking a breath, Karl reigns in his frustration. Better leave that one be. He looked too skinny to be more than mouthful, anyway. He focuses, instead, on leaving before Sparrow sends someone after him.]

That's how I understand it, yeah, but there are a lot of people here who get this whole thing better than I do. I just know that there's no coming or going when you want.

Oh! That's... good. Really good.

Please tell me there aren't any big white bubbles involved.

So does everyone just suddenly appear here?

Pretty much. The only ones who don't just fall into this place are the deities, I think, and who knows how they get here.

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