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[ Carl doesn't know where this place is, nor appreciates being kidnapped away from his family really, but when he turns on the video, he is settled in the library comfortably away from the majority of unfamiliar faces here and trying as hard as he can to look calm for whom he assumes are his captors... and fellow kidnappees.

Of course what you don't know is that in the last half hour or so, during his initial arrival, he was 100% an open display of panic, uneasiness, and questions before even getting to this point. And while he's found most his answers and come to calm considerably on the outside, he has a couple more question to ask right now! ]

Dad? Are you here? [ His voice ventures with that to start, hoping if his dad, or anyone he knew, in fact, were here it would alert them to his presence on the spot. Then putting on his brave face and moving more to the point, he continues: ] Um, I was told- [ actually ] I overheard that this's how you can talk to everyone, so I was wondering if anyone seen my friends.

There's Michonne, Glenn, Daryl, my dad. Rick Grimes... [ And others too. But honestly there's too many to list so he trails off at his dad's name, which sounds weird rolling off his tongue because the man was always respectfully just dad to him.

In any case, he figures if anybody knows one of his friends, they'll know all of them. He appears thoughtful about what he should say for a moment before he skips right to a closing thought. ]

So, if you see them, tell them I'm here. To call me on this phone. [ a pause ] Or just tell me how to find them.

(ooc: oh yeah, and a small note! happy to have anyone bump into him in the library or before that. anything is cool with me, really! PM me or add me on plurk at

Naonith if you'd like to talk or plot.)

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_{[Someone else had found the ornate-looking door to the library in the course of his exploration some time ago. In the middle of looking over a book in a language he doesn't recognize, Anders just so happens to be near enough that he catches the faint murmur of someone speaking--a young male voice, by the sounds of it. He cocks his head, dropping his hand from his chin where he'd been cupping it in contemplation.

Oho, what's this? Normally, he wouldn't eavesdrop unless he felt he had a reason to, but this isn't exactly a normal situation, all things considered At first, he can't pinpoint where the voice is coming from; a wall to the left and a shelf to the right block his view. All he hears is this is how you can talk to everyone and that's interesting enough to get him to set the book down and walk to the end of the shelves to pop his head around them.]}

Hello? I thought I heard someone speaking--that must've been you.

_{[Anders smiles, putting on a pleasant air as easily as slipping on a shirt. If finding himself in a place he didn't want to be in still put him in a funk after all these years, he'd be in a bad mood eleven months out of twelve.

And if said place happens to be populated by a lot of odd people? Well, there's not much he can do about that besides try and make the most of it.]}

Except... Who are you speaking to?

_{[Apparently no one. As far as he sees, it's just a shaggy-haired boy and that phone thing again. Why does it feel like he's out of the loop when it comes to those things?]}

[For the most part, Carl had been trying to hide away in the corner of the library he was in to make his message; so when the man came around the corner with what he felt was suddenly and spoke to him, he looked up semi-caught off guard by his presence, let alone the question.]

Huh. [He stammers, though relaxes when he sees it's just a person, who was completely unthreatening (even if weirdly dressed) for the moment. But eventually cluing in (just a little honestly because even if the world as he knew was over and it was a wonder the phones worked here, everyone as far as he knew should still remember what a simple phone did), he down looks at the phone in his hands and back to the man.]

What do you mean who I am talking to? I was using the phone... It really works here. [He says partly in disbelief despite just using it, but with full certainty too. Not knowing any better, he expects the man will understand that.]

Stunned you into silence, have I? _{[With obvious humor, Anders nods as if Carl had confirmed a theory.]} I've been known to have that effect on people. It's all in the scruff--too much and it looks like you're overcompensating. Just the right amount keeps the rakish mystery alive. From the looks of it, you'll know what I mean in a year or two.

_{[What's the best way to diffuse the tension at a spontaneous kidnapping? Make jokes until your head feels less like exploding. It tends to work for Anders.

He looks down at the device with the boy, but lacking the same comprehension. No matter how many times people say "the phone" like it should mean something to him, this is the first time he's seen their like before. Phone. Strange-sounding word, isn't it? Maybe it's just him and his being unused to the term.]}

I keep seeing people with these things. Am I the only one who doesn't know what they are? _{[He pulls out a matching device from one of his robe's inside pockets where he'd found it earlier. He certainly hadn't had it before.]} I found one on me when I got here. Unless it's going to tell me how I got here, I'm not sure why I'd have it or what it's for.

_{[Carl isn't alone in noticing Anders seems to be at the back of the class on this one. He quirks a brow at the phone in his hand like he's been doing to every bit of technology he's not familiar with today.]}

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[The bit of obvious humor is met with a puzzled look because while he gets some of what the man is joking about, there remains the fact that he's just been kidnapped from everyone he knows and isn't feeling anything but a bit guarded under the situation. There's just no room for laughs and sniggering, sorry.

But with shift of the conversation moving back to the phone again, he blinks out of his small stupor and obviously clues in a little more to the man not knowing anything about them. He certainly can not understand why, but it's more clear now than a second ago.]

Wait... You really don't know what a phone is? [He holds his up to emphasize the point, in disbelief.] It's what we used to use to talk to people. [In his world, the one and the same he still thinks he is in. Before things went to hell, that is.]

_{[Anders doesn't even get a sarcastic barb in reply. Yeesh, so much sobriety in someone so young. Maybe the kid will better roll with the punches when he's grown past his awkward years.

Meanwhile, why does pleading ignorance turn most people in this place goggle-eyed?]}

Is that more of a stretch than finding yourself in a different place from one moment to the next?

_{[He shrugs and shakes his head. Sorry to disappoint his young friend here, but he really, really doesn't know. He's just a humble mage--and it's generally agreed upon that most mages don't get out much.]}

When I heard you, you sounded like you're in the same boat.

[He hesitates for moment on answering that, which only further seem to make it evident that yes, he thinks it is a bit of a stretch. A huge one, in fact. But he grew up knowing how to use a phone, just as easily as how he never really expected to find himself kidnapped until now.]

A little. [He eventually concedes.] It's as much of a stretch as ... finding yourself in a different place, like this. [Never mind that they were here now whether they wanted to be or not. Or how his shoulders slink a bit notably upon saying that. Or that he's not happy not being where he was the moment before, at home, safe and all. He sighs, giving a nod.]

Maybe. You don't know where you are either?

_{[Anders ends up laughing at the frank comparison. Fair enough.]}

You're an honest sort but too nice to ask if I have all my wits intact. That's another thing you don't see everyday. _{[A faint smile.]} So it's common where you come from? Good thing I'm a quick study.

_{[He's confident he could get the hang out of it if he was shown how--a means to talk to other people sounds like it could come in handy and help him get a leg up on the situation. But he's a little more interested in why everyone has one and why they've been assembled here like travellers that have all managed to take a wrong turn at the exact same time.]}

Not a clue! _{[Anders' tone manages to sound like it's a carefree concern.]} The name's Anders, a mage who was from Amaranthine a day ago. Not sure how that changed, but here I am. Same story?

_{[He's beginning to think everyone he talks to has a similar story, young or old. It's freaky.]}

[Well, it's not that he isn't wondering on the inside of his head if the man in front of him had all his screws in check, and truthfully it's only because he doesn't know him that he keeps it all in. If he knew him even in slightest, he would have said everything on his mind. So yeah, it's not that he is too nice, he thinks, it's just that he's being careful.

Still, being honest to a degree, he shakes his head at that. But again leaving his true thoughts unsaid and moving to the other half of the topic about phones.]

No... yes. They were common before everything changed...

[When the dead didn't stay dead and became the undead and all that, you know. Carl figures he should but then his head wraps around more of the wording choices the man uses like "where you come from" and especially "mage" and "Amaranthine" which make no sense to him. His mind flips to confusion.]

No... A mage? What? Where?

[None of that makes sense.]

_{[Phew boy. When a person says "a mage?" with such hopeless bafflement like he'd just asked them to start singing canticles backward, you know you're in trouble. Looking unsure, Anders debates what to say that's actually appropriate for young ears.

Shit, why do these things happen to me! probably won't cover it, will it?]}

A mage? From Amaranthine? Not ringing any bells? I get the feeling something else is going on if either of us only understands two words out of five.

_{[Usually a concussion or a nasty hangover are to blame, but not this time.]}

You know of mages, don't you?

No. None of it is.

[He says matter of factly, frowning. If there "were" such a place in his world, school closed down for life or death reasons long before he learned about it. But he doubts there is a place called that.

Far as he can say, actually, is...] The only mages I know are things of comics, [to clarify:] children's stories.

What? What are they teaching people your age these days? How do you not know about--

_{[His expression initially shows incredulity, but as the disbelieving reply starts to leave his mouth and he hears how it sounds, he cuts himself off, brows lowering with an exasperated self-awareness.]}

Maker's breath, now I'm starting to sound like your echo. _{[He rests a hand on his waist, a sigh caught in his throat.]} Well, now you know me and I'm one. There's a first time for everything. We must come from very different places--I was worried that was the case. Sometimes it's not worth being right.

[Carl blinks back an partially offended look in his eyes at the 'what are they teaching people your age these days' part, but frowns. He knows it's just something people say, but he 100% certain nothing is wrong with what he knows and has learned. So.]

Nothing is wrong with what I know. [He objects, clearly a little offended by that but still trying to sound calm. He listens to the rest of what the mage has to say, less willing to consider the possibility because of his childish pride or sensibility, before asking:]

How do I know you're just not making it all up?

About being a mage?

_{[That earns another soft laughed, surprised but not lacking in amusement. A challenge to put his money where is mouth is a challenge he could easily meet, but if he really is dealing with someone who's never had a run-in with others of his kind before...

He wouldn't want to rattle the kid any more than this place has. Maker knows Anders is uneasy, and he's the one with the powerful energies at his beck and call.]}

Are you asking to see some magic? Well... I'll show you if you're sure it won't send you screaming--I'm guessing the librarians would shush me into an early grave. What a terrible way to go that would be.

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