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[bluetailedhawk]

Who: Tobias and you!
What: Arrival tiiiime
When: 11/19 (During Alternately You event. Because the boy knows how to make an entrance, I guess.)
Where: Info Booth, around town.
Warnings: None yet, but given that Tobias is from the early 2000's so you can expect some, uh. Language that is no longer acceptable in polite conversation.

Arrival

Tobias was in a meadow, perched on a tree one minute, and the next he'd found himself outside an information booth. After a (very short) conversation, he'd tucked himself into some bushes and made the change from hawk to boy, accepting the information and money from Jerry. But once he'd been dismissed, he wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself.

He was alone. No animorphs. No Hork-Bajir. No obvious threat. No clear objectives. The alone part wasn't so bad, but the rest was just confusing. No one plucked him out of his world without a purpose. He looked over the pamphlet with a sigh, and turned towards the park exit. He looked more like he was leaving an exercise class than a fresh arrival, in tight shorts, shirt, and bare feet.



Around Town

Tobias is wandering around town in some new flip flops and a jacket, if only so he would have pockets to stick his money, pamphlets, and phone in. Under it, he was still wearing tight shorts and a shirt at least a size too small, but he didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was a fashion disaster, sticking out like a stone-faced sore thumb.

Comments

[un_wir_greywaren]

"It's a shit plan." Ronan said honestly. He was always honest. Sometimes brutally and reservedly honest. He continued watching Tobias, considering options.

When he heard the kids voice IN HIS FUCKING HEAD his eyes narrowed, but he didn't flinch at the sudden unexpected strangeness.

"Can you hear my thoughts?" He asked.

[bluetailedhawk]

"Well the plan's worked for the last couple of years," he replied dryly, and huffed out a chuckle at the question. "No, it's strictly a one-way thing. If it weren't, the war would've been over before we were even involved or never started in the first place," he shrugged.

[un_wir_greywaren]

"Still a shit plan." Ronan grumbled, secretly relived his brain wasn't an open box. Fuck. This kid and talking about war and it made him irrationally angry. All of it. He'd beat the shit out of whoever did this to him.

"I live nearby. It's called The Barns because my dad thought it was funny since our land is covered in barns. All shapes and sizes. Lots of fields and trees. Nice house at the center. It's different here because it's empty, but we're working on that." How is a completely different conversation, but he gets the feeling a kid who can be a bird and fight in wars won't be bothered by someone who can Dream things into the world. "So...if you get tired of this tree or meadow or whatever the fuck...You can come stay at the house or hang out in the trees. No hunting live prey. But if you want to find some clothes other than booty shorts you can eat with us. At the table."

It was a lot to say all at once, but he wasn't leaving this kid here alone.

"If you need anything don't fucking be shy about it. Just ask."

[bluetailedhawk]

He lifted both brows at the offer. "What, you're protective of your field mice and squirrels over there?" he asked, teasingly. "But I'll have to pass on the table food. The bird is the body I live in, so the bird is the body I have to eat in. If you ever have a rodent problem, I'm your bird."

It's hard not to find all the bluster amusing, maybe even a little cute. If he liked humans. "I'll make sure to fly over, check out all your barns. I used to stay in a friend's barn whenever it was stormy out," so having one to perch in here would be both welcome and familiar.

[un_wir_greywaren]

"I am protective of them. No hunting on my property."

It wasn't a warning so much as a fact and it was said with a far gentler tone than most people would have gotten out of him. Not everything that lived in The Barns were dreamed, but that didn't change the fact that he took care of them. Mice and all.

"It feels wrong to just leave you here like this." He looked up at the tree again and then eyed Tobias the way he would his own younger brother. Judging the safety of the situation and what he should or shouldn't do about it. "You have room in that chest for a change of clothes?"