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[Start of the day: waking up flopped across a bar counter missing a shirt with a monster headache.

The day before: nothing at all like this or leading up to this.

It makes him wonder. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, rolling off the table in alarm, slams face-first into the floor with a muffled grunt, before patting around for a bar stool to use for leverage. And he drags himself up, his entire face pounding now—

Oh, this place is apparently closed. Or maybe just really empty today (feel free to prove that last point). Because the doors are shut, the lights are dimmed, and he's flopping himself back up like a half-baked penguin to a seat that is next to a lot of empty seats. Hoooo, my head is killing me. First thing to notice, his side was nearly entirely healed up. The remnants of a burn were barely visible in the room. The second, the wings. The wings that were attributing to his headache. The things that only birds should have.

Those wings.

Alright, alright. He's obviously just tripping some heavy balls right now. As he leaves the building looking unbelievably confused, he messes with the journal. It... sort of reminds him of stuff back home, only... he's pretty sure paper doesn't work like this. There are people talking on it. He can read their stuff. Er, watch it, even.]

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Oi, oi, what's the big idea here? Where's my city at, huh?

... Did I get dumped in the countryside?

[Mrrr. Ojisan isn't much liking the cold air—he lets out a biting sneeze, before mumbling,]

I must be going crazy... Talking to books...

[Doesn't matter! What does is finding some clothes that isn't showing off his poor cold bod. He's partially successful, but not entirely. He finds his very own clothes—but. But there are important things missing.]

[Voice B]

Aaa, if anyone sees a few things, could you tell me? A really cool paperboy hat, for one. Can't find it anywhere. [he rubs his noses, trying to sound casual about this] I found my watch, but I'm still looking out for a ring... It's just a normal silver band, but it's pretty important. If you find it, could y'let me know?

[If you'll excuse him, he's got a item shop to dig through with determination.]

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Sorry. This thing has a video function. My cat was just in front of the camera.

[And what's wrong with her eyes?

Anyway, proper man face appearing.]

Exactly what I said. Harming the wings is painful, strength draining, and sometimes deadly. Each feather you pluck makes you weaker - losing one entire wing will have you flat on your back, in feverish pain, until it grows back in a week.

Lose both and you will die. Agonizingly and immediately.

[...] I wasn't aware wings worked like that.

Here they do. The actual mechanics as to why are unknown, but the general thought, at least the general line of thought I'm familiar is that they act as a sort of stabilizer to counteract the effects of the environment. Reality here in Luceti is very unstable - you'll discover this for yourself soon enough - due to the experimentation and the natural upheavals in this place. So they are grafted into you at more than just the physical level.

Have you been made aware of the Guide, yet?

... sounds awful.

I know about the journals, at least.

Nn. Most of the time it ranges from annoying to... well, you understand. Hate to say it, but eventually you'll get numbed to it. Most everyone does if they're here long enough.

Here. I'll provide you with a link. [And a handy link pops up like so] It explains things around here better than anything else. If you have any specific questions, I'm willing to answer.

Aa... thanks. I'll let you know. [Specific things... Hn. He looks through the guide, and isn't much enthralled by what he sees.] How much do you know about... y'know, the people who have us here?

The Malnosso? I know a bit, though the one who knows them best is Albert Silverberg.

If you want the full run down about them, I'd rather do it in person. It... could take a while.

Right, right... If you're not too busy later, I'd like to know as much as I can about them. After all, they're our captors—knowing as much as I can right off the bat'll be handy.

My evening's open.

[He was just planning on drinking and sewing. Speaking of drinks.]

How about meeting at Good Spirits - it's the village tavern here. Would that be alright with you?

Aa, perfect.

...

I just woke up in there, actually.

[Chuckle] Well, then, I hope you helped yourself to a drink while you were there. It's one of the nicer places to wake up in, I reckon.

I admit, I snuck a drink or two; I thought I'd gotten myself wasted somehow back home. The wings sort of told me otherwise, of course.

Good man.

Even with the wings, it isn't hard to feel like you're on drugs. [Ahaha... that first day in Luceti was... something. And freezing. Can't forget making a trek across the mountains in socks, shoes, and New Feather pants. He still considers himself lucky he didn't lose fingers, toes, or manparts to that.] Still like that some days. Alcohol is good medicine in these parts for that.

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...

If you're trying to make me feel paranoid for the future, it's working.

[A breath of amusement]

... Oops. Didn't mean to do that; the paranoia sets in nicely on its own. [Even though it's said lightly and with a joking tone, the kernel of truth is there to be heard.] But really, this place is manageable most of the time. Difficult but manageable.

Well, I can deal with manageable—sounds homely, even....

Law, was it?

That it is.

Well, Law, I'm Kotetsu Kaburagi. It's a pleasure to meet ya', even if it's weird circumstances. Got a time in particular you want to meet up?

Likewise.

Oh. Let's see. Around seven? It lets me get a little dinner down before I come join you.

Sounds good?

Sounds good! I'll meet you at seven, then!

See you there.

[And there Law is in the bar on time, at a table with a clear view of the room and the entrance. Sipping a beer and slouching back in his chair.

Sumire is in his lap. Which is the only time he'll willingly bring her down to the bar (the rest of the time she escapes the house and follows). Figured after the initial confusion, it would only be fair if you met her.]

[Kotetsu walks in a few minutes after seven, bundled up in a coat with this weird ass journal underarm. A guy with a love of beards and cool hats? Works for him! He grins and waves, looking pretty relaxed despite his... odd day.]

Yo!

Oi! How's it going?

[Beards, hats, and big ass swords (not the only thing he's armed with, but the most visible). He scratches behind the ear of his lazing kitten.]

You should get yourself something to drink. You look half frozen!

[Heh. Swords are kind of new, but then, he's had a fisticuffs turn into a sword fight, once. Granted he didn't get to have a sword, but still. The life of a hero, man. He plops down, waving the bartender down for an order. Liquor is his best friend, today.]

Maa, maa, just a little. The weather's not so bad if you run it off.

Spoken like so many I know. [He shakes his head and grins a little knowingly. Cold and flu season is upon us in Luceti, Kotetsu. Are you ready?] Half of them end up in bed with a box of tissues and a case of the sniffles.

[Draining that beer.]

Anyway...

... so... you wanted to know about the Malnosso. Where do you want me to start?

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