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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.

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"You look like shit, kid. You get robbed." Ronan was always straight, honest, and often times unnecessarily rude. But he liked to keep people on their toes, always guessing instead of being easily read.

"You know they call this weather Autumn. Because the temperature drops and most things start getting ready for hibernation." He pointedly stares at the kids feet.

Tobias blinked, looking up at Ronan with a completely blank expression. "No," he replied, quiet and firm. "I have not been robbed, and I'm unlikely to be," it would take a lot of stones for a thief to stick around after he started morphing, after all. "My toes will be fine, for as long as I have them." His tone is dry, and his expression remains blank. It's one of the advantages of being more hawk than boy -- world's best poker face.

"You won't have them for long wearing shit for shoes."

If his expression is hard to read it's because he doesn't give a fuck enough to have an expression and whatever he's thinking is none of your fucking business. Otherwise you can tell when he's pissed and when he's not pissed.

So if the kid hasn't been robbed--Ronan would argue his sense of style has been taken and so has his personality--then: "Are you lost?"

He has to at least make an effort because it's a kid and he reminds him of a brother he hasn't seen in a while. Except Matthew is all smiles and not creepy dead inside.

With a soft snort, Tobias shakes his head. "If they fall off I'll just grow them back," he knows there's no way for this guy to understand that what he's said not just possible, but true. In fact, he'd regrow his toes every time he took on a human form.

"A little. I'm not used to looking at places from ground level, so it's a bit difficult for me to follow the map I've been given," he fishes just the map out of his pocket, holding it out in front of himself and managing a frown. "Doesn't help that these eyes are practically useless." Maybe he should've taken an Andalite form. The natural optimism might've done him some good.

What the fuck?

"Whatever." Considering what he can do he is no position to judge anyone. Even creepy kid with the re-growing appendages power.

"Where do you want to go?" Because he's been all over, he sort of knows the city well enough to get this kid somewhere safe. Before his toes really do fall off. And regrow. Which, once he's thought about it, he doesn't actually want to see for himself.

Tobias would certainly not recommend sticking around to watch. He hasn't seen someone else morphing in three years and he still has the occasional nightmare about it. He attempts a smile for Ronan, but it's almost worse than his emotionless expression.

He points to a spot on the map that's not too far from the Barns. "Apparently this is where I'm supposed to live," he replies. "Do you think the cabs go out that far? It looks like it's in a wooded area," thank god. Somewhere nice and quiet. And secluded. Hopefully with a tree to roost in, but he would build his own if he had to.

"Stop that. It's creepy." Ronan sighs and examines the map where the kid points.

Okay. He did ask the kid if he needed help so he can't be a dick about actually helping.

"I'm heading that way. Are you house broken? Because if you puke or piss in my BMW you and your toes can get out and walk." he turns and walks back the way he came. Straight for his black BMW parked in a red zone because he's a rule breaker. Mostly. "What's your name, kid?"

"Sorry," Tobias replied with a huff of a chuckle. "And yes, in this form, I pee strictly on command," he follows Ronan without missing a beat, though getting a look at the car does make him wonder just what kind of guy Ronan is. He's never known anybody that rich.

"I'm Tobias Fangor," he replied. "That doesn't mean anything here, does it?" he asked, taking a moment to look at his reflection in the BMW's paint, and sighed. "I still look like a kid," he shouldn't have been so surprised, but somehow he was.

Tobias stuck out like a sore thumb alright. Enough so that Adam did a double-take when he saw him. He hesitated before going over though, trying to decide if he should or if he'd just be sticking his nose where it didn't belong. In the end, he decided that he should, and carefully approached Tobias.

"Hey there. Are you alright?"

Pee on command.

Ronan takes a moment to watch the kid stare at his own reflection before opening the door and moving around to the drivers side.

"It means you've been kidnapped by a mysterious something no one can seem to find and stuck here like the rest of us to live exciting and dramatic lives in the constantly changing world that is 'We're Fucked: the Big City' version. You missed 'We're Fucked: the Sand in your Ass Crack' version."

He slid in and started the car.

"Don't worry, kid. It's not that bad." So far.

Tobias blinked up at Adam, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright enough, for having been kidnapped across space and time. Again." He sighed softly. "I don't suppose you have any ideas about why?"

He snorted at that, getting into the car and closed the door before dutifully buckling up. "So exactly what kind of fucked are we? Alien invasion, impending doom via meteor, or near-omnipotent being taking away our free will with a series of terrible events?" he asked, entirely too lightly.

Well, at least the kid was caught up on that much so Adam didn't have to explain everything. Not that he would have minded, of course.

He shook his head. "No, sorry. I've been trying to figure out the same thing, myself. Did something happen to your shoes?" Or had the kid really arrived this way, a fashion mishmash?

Tobias looked down at his shoes. "I didn't have any, and these were cheap," he shrugged his shoulders. "I only need them when I'm human. No calluses," as if that were a perfectly normal explanation of why he wasn't simply going barefoot. "I'm just trying to find my way to the place I'm supposed to be living, but I'm not used to looking at places from the ground anymore," and he'd walked himself in three circles.

For a moment, Adam was completely silent. "When you're...human?" He was going to need some explanation on that, because that wasn't the kind of thing you just dropped on someone.

That aside though- "I can try to help you find where you're staying," he offered.

Ronan gave the kid a look that said he clearly wanted to tell him to watch his fucking language, but then decided against it. This boy wasn't Matthew. Matthew was sunshine. This kid knew a little something about the darker side of things. He grabbed the gear shift, hit the gas, the tires protested on the pavement.

"Where are you from? Gotham?" He smirked at his joke. "Fucked as in try to leave the city and see what happens to you and your shit. Fucked as in sand turns into streets overnight. Fucked as in this place is bending over backwards to make us happy so we don't keep trying to find out what's really on the other side of that fucking barrier surrounding us and keeping trapped here."

He headed out of the city towards The Barns and the location on the kids map.

He nodded and blinked after a few seconds, offering a smile that looked wholly unnatural. "Sorry, back home everyone knows. I'm a red tailed hawk, most of the time. I can change into any human or animal I touch when I'm in my hawk form," he explained, and offered Adam his map, with the location of his meadow marked on it -- nearby the Barns, as luck would have it.

That smile was unsettling, but Adam wasn't going to judge the kid for it. Especially not when there was so much else going on right now. "You're a bird?" That didn't make a lot of sense, but he'd experienced a lot of things that didn't make sense.

Taking the map, he looked it over before nodding. "I think I know where this is," he said. "I can take you there."

He let out a little laugh at the question, shaking his head. "California," he replied, watching the city pass by in the window. "And that doesn't sound so bad, compared to what I've had to deal with so far. Maybe this is his way of making it up to me."

"Yeah, that's why my facial expressions are so weird," he agreed. "Hawks don't have the muscles to make them. And I'd really appreciate it. I'd be able to find it from the air, but then I wouldn't be able to carry any of the supplies I was given." Like the money, or the map.

At least the kid knew how to do more than stare creepily.

"West coast kid. Should have known. Who is He?"

Ronan peeked into the rear view mirror just to be sure there were no lights and took the corners a bit too fast because it was fun. He slowed down a bit once they left the city, but only because he had a kid in the car.

"I wasn't going to say anything about that," Adam said. "You're doing just fine."

Eyeing Tobias's flip flops, he added, "Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" Flip flops weren't really going to cut it. But he was going to take things one step at a time.

"The Ellimist. Compared to us puny humans, he's a god," he replied with a shrug. "He's not really, but he might as well be, as far as we can perceive things." If he minded the reckless driving, he didn't say anything and was able to keep a straight face. "You've got shitty traffic laws here," he said when Ronan finally started to slow down.

"You're a bad liar," he replied, but he chuckled softly. The motorcycle question had him hesitating. "And no, not as a human," or anything else, as far as he could remember. "But it looks like a lot of fun. Like dropping the air out of your wings and swooping in out of the sky."

"Not my God." Ronan grumbled. He hadn't been to church since arriving here and he was having doubts he'd be heard this far away from home. Wherever this was. And wherever home might be now.

"Says the kid wearing flip flops and booty shorts. Why does this guy owe you?"

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