I used to own this town, now it's all turned upside-down

[warewolf]

Characters: Kay Curtis and you!
Open? Yes!
Where: In town, or in the castle/grounds while he's on his way to the town if that's what you prefer.
When: 20th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Kay is taking his relocation about as well as can be expected. He's taking the costume they brought him here in much worse. He's ditching the leather-and-fur armor and going into town in the vain hope that he can find something to wear that affords him a little more dignity.
Warnings: Nothing besides some casual teenage swearing yet, though violence is always a danger with Kay.



A month ago, Kay would have thought all this was some kind of dream, or worse a punch-drunk delusion. A week ago, he probably still would have thought it was an elaborate, vivid vision. Now, he still wasn't ruling out "dreaming" or "absolutely insane," but considering the amount of freaky fairy bullshit that had come into his life lately, Kay was at least willing to consider that he had actually been pulled into some kind of fantasy-land dimension full of monsters and magic and all the nerdy things that populated those tabletop games Steven could never quite get enough people to agree to play with him.

Consider. But not quite believe.

At least he'd gotten rid of the stupid furry armor. Most of it, anyway. He'd have to find a place to get other clothes, but the bracers, the breastplate, the shoulderpads, and the fur cape had all been deposited in the room they said was his. There was nothing to be done about the furry boots, though, or the stitched-up brown leather pants. Jeez, this was embarrassing. It was a freaking catch-22: he couldn't go out in public until he got better clothes, but to get the clothes, he had to go out. Kay ran a hand through his hair, let out a frustrated sigh, then decided to bite the bullet and just go. He could worry about the bigger problems of this world, like the thorns and the dragons and whether or not it was even freaking real or just fairies messing with him, when he looked less like something out of Skyrim.

He sure was in a hurry to get into town. Such a hurry, in fact, that he wasn't paying enough attention to the people around him and totally bumped into you on his way there. Kind of hard, actually. Maybe he even knocked you down, or you moved out of the way in time and got away with just a shoulder-check. Either way, he doesn't look like he's about to apologize. God, what a jerk. ...who is this jerk, anyway? You haven't seen him before.

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[shiromadoushi]

Finding out information was always easier when Bakura dressed the part of the White Mage, which was why he was walking through town in his seemingly oversized robes.

...that and the hat was handy to hide from fangirls with. Though thankfully, most of them seemed far more interested in fighting with each other than chasing him today.. small favors from the previous day's madness...?

[warewolf]

Hey.

That guy was dressed all in white.

He was carrying what was either the gaudiest walking stick in the world, or some kind of magic wand. White clothes + magic staff = white mage, right? And even if this wasn't the guy Kay'd been told would answer his questions about going home, Kay'd bet Bakura could tell him where to find the White Mage he was looking for.

(Kay also took solace in the fact that, although he hadn't yet acquired less embarrassing clothes, what Bakura was wearing was infinitely lamer, so he could talk to this guy relatively shame-free.)

He shouldered his way into Bakura's path, standing with his feet apart and his arms crossed. "Hey," he said, "are you the White Mage?"

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh?" Bakura blinked before rubbing the back of his neck a little. "Aaa-- I am one, un... Something the matter?"

It wasn't unheard of that he was flagged down for a healing when he was just out and about, after all.

[warewolf]

"I've got questions about going home," Kay said, short and all business, "and I hear you're the one who can answer them."

[shiromadoushi]

"Eh?" Bakura blinked again, expression utterly befuddled before realization hit. "Aaa! You're looking for the other white mage! The one who works for the king, the younger one, sorry!" he apologized, looking a bit sheepish. "You just arrived, right? I haven't seen you before, sorry!"

[warewolf]

Kay gave a long, heavy sigh. Right role, wrong person. From the sounds of it, he had a fifty-fifty chance of finding the right guy, and he'd blown it. It figured. "What gave it away?" he asked, dripping sarcasm. "The dumb questions? Or the dumb clothes?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura scratched at his cheek a little. "More that I haven't seen you before and the natives don't ask about going home...."

[warewolf]

Well, damn. Kay wasn't looking forward to chasing down someone else. But maybe he wouldn't have to. If this other White Mage wasn't a native (and that's what it sounded like) then he had to have asked the same questions as Kay at some point.

"What about you? Can you tell me what I want to know?"

[shiromadoushi]

"Probably not," Bakura admitted. "I'm not really sure how the spell he used works, just that he's had trouble getting it to send people back."

[warewolf]

"So there's no way back?" Kay asked, a note of worry creeping into what had been a confident, even pushy tone up until this point. "I'm stuck here in this Elder Scrolls fantasy land for the rest of my life?"

(Kay only had a vague idea of what the Elder Scrolls games were. He knew it had something to do with Skyrim, that game that had eaten Steven's life for practically a month, and Skyrim was what this place reminded him most of.)

[shiromadoushi]

"Aaa-- I don't think it's that dire! I'm pretty sure the spell will be over when the Thorns are defeated, so at the very least, everyone will go home then. It's just getting back before then that seems to be the problem."

[warewolf]

"'Pretty sure?'" Kay repeated. "How sure are you? Do you know that they're not just telling us that to get us to do what they want?"

[shiromadoushi]

"The people here... I don't think they're really present enough to hold up that sort of lie," Bakura explained with a small smile. "As mean as it is... it's sort of a kingdom of idiots, this place."

[warewolf]

Kay pulled a face. "Oh. Great. That makes me feel loads better about being stuck here with them." There was a calm, rational part of him that knew that being loudmouthed and angry wasn't going to get him anywhere, but it was very small. The rest of him just wanted to rail against anyone he could.

A frustrated sigh, a hand pressed to his face, a deep breath. When Kay spoke again, he was calmer and quieter.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to -- I mean, you're stuck here too, right?"

[shiromadoushi]

"It's all right!" Bakura assured, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's really frustrating at first until you get used to it, don't worry about it. Most people get pretty angry at it all, especially when they find out what the natives are like, so really, it's all right."

[warewolf]

This just got better and better. Kay hoped that it would all turn out to be because he'd taken one too many punches to the head and he'd wake up in the hospital soon. That would be infinitely preferable to dealing with this.

"I'd feel better about it if I could find something less stupid to wear," he griped. "You wouldn't know where I could get some normal clothes, would you?" Kay paused, and looked up and down at what Bakura was wearing. "....or maybe I should ask someone else."

[shiromadoushi]

"Aaa---" Bakura's cheeks almost pinked as he was suddenly self conscious "I have normal clothes too, these are just easier when I want to get information from people..." he explained, utterly embarrassed. "There's a bunch of tailors around, it's a little tricky to get something that's normal, but it can be done. They just'll probably embellish it with something from what role you are, which isn't too bad."

[warewolf]

Tailors. In town. Right. There would probably be signs if he looked for them, and Kay didn't really want to beg any more information from Bakura. Kay seemed utterly unrepentant about embarrassing him, by the way.

"Seriously? People here tell you more things if you play their game of dress-up?"

[shiromadoushi]

"They like it when you play the part," Bakura shrugged.

[warewolf]

Great. He was in a world full of people trying to get him to LARP. Even Steven knew that LARP was a special tier of lame.

What Kay said was, "I'll keep it in mind." What he meant was, I bet I could get just as much information from them with a threat or two.

[shiromadoushi]

Luck with that, Kay. (Also, no knocking LARPing. Even if it was silly. Bakura had lots of friends back in the City who LARPed! ...ones that he may have even let himself get talked into joining.. on a regular basis. With no protest after the first session.

... so yeah, he's a giant nerd, what of it?)

"So have they told you what you're supposed to be yet?"

[warewolf]

(Kay was an insecure, self-conscious teenager. ...so basically just a teenager. He would make fun of other people's interests to make himself feel better about being a freak all he wanted.

...he didn't have a real problem with nerds, though.)

"Some kind of knight," Kay said off-handedly. "That means they want me to fight for them, right?

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded. "Yeah. They'll likely try and send you out into the Two Faced Forest to kill some monster in it or something like that."

[warewolf]

"Huh. Finally, a piece of news I like." There were monsters? He could fight them without social repercussions? Or even guilt?

Awesome.

[shiromadoushi]

"The type who likes fighting?" Bakura guessed.