[Action] (Backdated to earlier this afternoon)

[ledbythewind]

[Anyone near the western edge of the village this afternoon might spot a young man in the garb of a New Feather staring at the village with a bit of a perplexed expression, one hand resting on his hip. It's pretty obvious that this isn't where he'd been a few hours ago (the wings would be perhaps the biggest hint of that), but what he's not sure about is whether he's still in Windol or not.]

This isn't Lhant, and it's too big to be Ohlen. [He shakes his head.] Where in the world am I? And what happened to Asbel, Sophie and Miss Pascal...?

[OOC: Wanted to get him settled in before all of the chaos with the Remnants goes down! Also, if you haven't already tagged his permissions post, please do so to make things easier for me.]

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[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment. Nobody with lavender pigtails or red and white hair... The man with brown hair might be here. But really, whether he's dressed in white or not doesn't matter, because if he arrived in Luceti a while ago, he's bound to have changed clothes by now. Let's ask, just to be sure.]

Hmm... What's the man's name?

[ledbythewind]

Asbel... Asbel Lhant. Do you know him?

[Sounding somewhat hopeful here.]

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head apologetically.] Sorry, never heard of him.

[ledbythewind]

... I see.

[Well, that's discouraging.]

Then could you tell me where I am?

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

You're in Luceti. If you don't know, I'm guessing that means you just arrived here?

[ledbythewind]

[He can't help but let out a strained chuckle at that. He's half-naked, his weapon and companions are nowhere to be found, and all of this on top of what he was dealing with back in Windol.]

It isn't obvious?

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he could've already run into someone or read the guide. Vyse doesn't know.]

... Did you find your journal yet?

[ledbythewind]

This?

[He pulls out the book.]

I'd thought it was some strange kind of spellbook, but it doesn't seem to be having any effect. I didn't realize it was actually a journal.

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not really a journal either. It looks like one, but it's actually communications device. Everyone in the village has one, see?

[He pulls out his own to show it off. It's a little ragged because, fff, he's had it for over two years now.]

[ledbythewind]

[Considering that he's just been made aware of the existence of transporters and holograms, a journal that functions as a communications device isn't that strange an idea at all.]

So you're saying that if I write something in here, everyone else who has a journal will be able to read it as well?

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. You can filter private messages to certain people if you want, but it takes a bit of practice to get the hang of that.

[ledbythewind]

A system of communication that doesn't require any traveling at all... that's amazing.

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

Yeah, isn't it? [He grins for a few seconds, before turning back to more serious business.] Anyway, we should probably get you to the Welcome Center. It's pretty cold out here and I'm guessing you could use something to eat.

[ledbythewind]

More importantly, is there anywhere I could find proper clothing? Something that could conceal these wings...

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if the Welcome Center has clothes or not, but if they don't, there's always the clothing store in the village.

[ledbythewind]

[He shakes his head.]

A store might be a problem, considering I don't have any gald with me.

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

That's fine. You don't need any money to pay in Luceti's stores.

[ledbythewind]

I don't have anything other than this journal to barter, either.

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

[At that, he can't help but chuckle.]

You don't have to barter either. Everything's free.

[ledbythewind]

Free? But then how does the economy function without a system of exchange?

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

There really isn't much of an economy. Items appear in the store, we take them, items are automatically refilled, we take them... It's a pretty easy concept.

[ledbythewind]

But those items have to come from somewhere, and the people who supply those items have to be paid somehow.

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

I'm not really sure where the items come from, but- [he breaks off, shaking his head. This isn't going to get them anywhere.] Hold on...

[La la la, flipping through his journal. When he finds the page with the guide for New Feathers, he holds it out for Richard to take.] Read this.

[ledbythewind]

[He'll take the offered journal and begin reading... that's a lot of information to take in all at once, but if he's startled by it, the only way it shows is in his slightly raised eyebrows and the fact that his mouth is set in a grim line.]

[winged-rogue.livejournal.com]

[He'll patiently wait for Richard to finish reading. He knows better than to bother a New Feather while they're trying to process what they've just landed themselves into.]