8th Event Ζ Action for Everywhere Τ Fourth Wall Event!

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE HIM

WHY

HE DID NOTHING TO IT

But for whatever reason, the world is glitching out around him in particular, and he somehow keeps finding himself landing in a tree. Or a cactus. Or an icy mountain face. Or a roof. Really, he's traveling around both Johto and Kanto, and he's getting a good view of every somewhat elevated surface out there.

So WHEREVER you are, there's the sound of a squeak yipe startled noise above you. And when you look up, there is a thoroughly frazzled genius sitting (or falling) about ten feet up.]

Comments

[dragonrights]

That sounds terribly inconvenient. That isn't normal for this place, is it?

[He sounds a little worried about this. After all, he had appeared here very suddenly himself, and he wouldn't like it at all for that to happen again. Still, he lowers his arm to the ground so that Reid will be able to step off.]

And of course dragons can talk. [Temeraire hopes that this man isn't one of those who seem convinced that dragons are like horses or cows.] I am able to speak French and Chinese, as well.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

No, not at all. Or, well, not to my knowledge. I've been here for three months, one week, and one day, and I haven't experienced anything like it before today.

[Reid steps off of his arm, his legs a little shaky, and peers up at the dragon.]

You, uh... I-I'm sorry, but we're probably from different worlds? Where I come from, dragons don't exist, and while there are dragons here, I've never seen one that can talk.

[dragonrights]

Oh.

[His pupils have gone very large, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his neck-ruff flattened in dismay, at both statements. He doesn't want to be three months or more without Laurence, nor does he really like the idea that there are places with no dragons at all, or ones he won't be able to communicate properly with.]

[He does feel a bit guilty now for assuming badly of this man, though, when it isn't his fault at all for not knowing about dragons.]

[After a moment more, he asks, voice worried.]

Are there a great many people lost from their worlds here? [He doesn't truly grasp what's meant by different worlds, but he gets the gist.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Reid has no idea what those strange tics mean, since while he can usually read a human face, he can't really read a dragon's. So he's stuck speculating.]

A lot of people, yeah. I think that the estimate is roughly two hundred?