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Who: Guy and Anyone
What: Guy attempts to get a grasp on the situation
When: The day he arrives
Where: In the village
Summary: Absolutely ANYONE is welcome. Guy's just trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Rating: Anywhere up to R, depending on who Guy meets.

Guy muttered to himself, finally leaving the dim house he had woken in to enter the village beyond the threshold. It was normal, as far as villages go; quaint little houses, perhaps shops further down the main cobblestoned road (if he squinted), a river burbling happily along with a few small bridges to connect the two banks. Nothing too dangerous.

It was very quiet, however. And very dark. There weren't many lights lit; no streetlamps that he could see. There weren't any clocks or sundials, so it was impossible to tell the time, and the constellations were foreign to him. Of course, there was no Fon Belt to judge position by, either; they apparently weren't on Auldrant, after all.

The strange book tucked beneath his arm, Guy began down the road towards the other houses, intent on finding Luke, or at least a familiar face.

Or at least a shirt. It was freezing.

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Wincing and massaging his back gently, Luke finally stood and made his way for the door to the bedroom he had woken up in. He grabbed the door handle and turned it, with his journal in his other hand, and stepped out into the living space of the place. He didn't take time to explore though, he wanted to find Guy. He was relieved that his best friend was here; it made this whole experience much less creepy. His feet were bare, but he wasn't cold so he stepped outside and started to look around.

He was scared all by himself, he didn't like it here. And it was made worse by the fact that he now had these wings growing out of his back. He had tugged on them for a few minutes when he first woke up, but it hurt reallt bad so he had stopped.

He rounded a corner, hopefully he'd find Guy soon.

Guy froze as the pit-pat of bare feet on stone sounded around the corner, and pressed himself against the cold drywall of a flimsier house, holding his breath. Something in his back twinged and he lifted himself from the wall slightly with a wince; these wings would take some getting used to.

Luke kept walking, feet slapping lightly on the ground. He hugged himself for warmth, he should have seen if there were more clothes in that house, and finally started down a new street. This was insane, really. He could feel the air brushing past his new wings as he walked. It made him feel colder, so he tried to fold them against his back. He winced as they moved. The muscles were so sore.

"Guy?" he called timidly, trying to see if his friend would be able to hear him in the stillness. It was so quiet, Luke was completely on edge.

Guy was about to slip past the shadows and around the corner of the house when the soft voice caught his attention. A slow smile curved his lips and he emerged from the darkness, jogging towards the figure, not bothering to hide his relief.

It was Luke. And he was safe.

"Luke," Guy breathed, and reached out to clap his best friend's shoulder, resisting the urge to hug him. "Are you all right?"

"Guy!" Luke smiled broadly, reaching up to put his hand on Guy's shoulder in return. "Man, am I glad to see you. I was really freaked out." He tried to refrain from wincing when the blonde grabbed his shoulder; his back and everything were still really sore. He wondered if Guy was hurting like he was, so he softened his grip on the other's shoulder.

"I'm fine, just confused and such. My back hurts, but I guess that's to be expected." He turned his head to incline at his apendages. He moved them a little, trying to exert some control over the wings, but winced again at the pain.

Seeing Luke's flinches, Guy released his rather tight hold, concerned and worried. "You're in pain? I was a little achey when I woke, but nothing bad. Should we find a place for you to lie down?"

Not to mention that Luke had just recovered from what should have taken his life. Guy wasn't quite all right with leaving Luke on his own just yet.

"I'm fine, don't worry. It's nothing too bad," Luke answered, shrugging to show it was okay. He didn't want Guy worrying over him every minute. He had already lied to him about his health after the Tower of Rem; he knew how intense Guy could be over his safety. It was a sign of thier friendship and it's strength that Guy cared so much.

But it wasn't good to worry him too much.

Guy tossed Luke a doubtful look but allowed him the benefit of the doubt. Running his eyes over Luke, Guy frowned, reaching out to rub his arms. "You're cold; it's pretty chilly out here. I think we should either find a place to start a fire, or get some more clothes before we freeze."

"We can go back to the house I woke up in. It was quiet, and it had a good amount of space. How does that sound?" Luke asked, grateful for the warmth that Guy was providing for him. He smiled softly, "You have to be pretty cold yourself, I'm not the only one wandering around without a shirt." Gently pulling away from his friend, Luke turned to face the direction he had come in.

"Come on, it's this way. I think I remember what the place looked like."

Guy nodded with Luke's plan. "That sounds good. We should search the place for clothes; catching colds or developing hypothermia wouldn't exactly help in the long run, so finding shelter and/or warmth was a priority at the moment.

Following Luke, eyes sharp for any attacks or enemies nearby, Guy kept glancing at the little golden wings fluttering at Luke's back. It was a strange thing to think, but Guy couldn't help but believe that they were somehow...appropriate.

"Yeah, I know. There are probably clothes here somewhere, right?" The redhead walked quickly, trying to to remember if he was going in the right direction. Ah, yeah, he was. He saw the little house in the distance. He had left the door open by accident. That was probably something he'd want to check in the future.

He glanced back, "What is it?" He had felt Guy's eyes on his back. It was weird, knowing the other was probably staring at his wings. He turned, "What color are your's?" He pointed to the small wings on Guy's back.

Guy followed Luke into the house, noting that it looked remarkably similar to the one he'd woken in himself, and began his search for some sort of garment. When Luke turned and gestured to his back, asking about his wing color, Guy blinked.

He hadn't even considered looking.

"Uh, I'm not sure," Guy admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I didn't really check. There wasn't much light anyways, so I...just didn't notice?" Turning, Guy glanced over his shoulder at Luke. "What color do they look like? Think it's important at all?"

"It's okay, let me look." Luke turned to look at Guy's back and walked forward. He studied the blonde's wings for a few moments and then reached out to gently brush his fingetips over them. They were soft.

"They're blue.... a pale blue," the younger boy stated. He couldn't turn around fully to look at his own wings, so getting to see Guy's was interesting to him.

Guy jumped at the touch on his wings and fidgeted, glancing over his shoulder. "Hey. That tickles, don't do that." He craned his neck in an attempt to get a better look; pale blue, huh?

And why did his neck sting as he turned his head?

A childish grin spread across Luke's face. "It tickles, huh? Shouldn't have told me that!" He reached out with both hands and tickled the other's wings, smiling mischevously as he did so.

But he stopped after a second and squinted, looking at the back of Guy's neck. He tilted his head slightly, moving his hand up to touch the skin. "Hey, what is that?" It was black, Guy's skin had some sort of markings on it. He knew that had never been there before. It looked like a series of tiny vertical lines. He brushed his thumb over them.

"A-ah!" Guy jerked back from his touch, tensing as he anticipated another round, but paused when Luke brushed his fingers gently against his neck. "...Luke? Do you see something?" His neck had been itching...perhaps there was something there.

"C'mon, let's find a mirror."

"Yeah, there's a black mark here. Looks like lines... I don't know what it is." Luke drew his hand back and began looking around his little hosue for a mirror. He opened the door to the room he had woken up in and glanced about. There it was, on the wall across from him.

"In here! There's a mirror!" He had overlooked it when he had first woken up here.

Guy backed up to the mirror, peering over his shoulder at the marks on his neck with great difficulty. "...What are those...?" A dreadful thought occured to him, and he quickly turned to part Luke's hair away from his neck.

"They're here too," Guy murmured, fingering the marks. The skin wasn't in any way raised or rough...was that a form of tracking? Were they being tracked by whoever or whatever brought them here?

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