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⚔ - We're taking over this town.

[The video shows Swain hanging around the kitchen.]

I believe I owe Wonderland an introduction.

[The new, fledgling bird on his shoulder perch caws and stretches her wings. He hushes her.]

My name is Jericho Swain, Grand General of Noxus. I've seen that we're not organized in the slightest. This needs to change if any of us are to find an escape.

Those who care to discuss the matter further can find me in the kitchen.

[He sits back further in the chair and cuts the video off, momentarily showing a pot of tea.]

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Normally I would totally agree with you and be there in a second, but fuck, dude, someone just got shot. I'm not leaving my room to meet with strangers for the time being.

[And neither are Stan or Jett if he has anything to do with it.

...Goddamnit, Stan, why did you have to get a pet that needs walkies?]

I noticed..

[The bird caws again.]

But if it is any consolidation, I'm more than able to prevent this meeting from going awry.

Edited 2012-07-05 22:44 (UTC)

Uh, yeah. You do look capable of that. No arguments there. On the other hand, I don't have reason to trust that you're not the shooter and I kind of have people to protect.

[He stands and empties the pockets of his robe. There's only a strange little pouch containing bird food in one of them. His bird instantly flits off his shoulder and goes STRAIGHT to trying to open the pouch.]

..Is that enough to calm your fear or are you still afraid?

Cowardice will serve you no good, especially in a world where death doesn't matter.

It's called reasonable concern and not being a fucking idiot, but yeah, I'll come along.

[Sure enough, he turns up shortly after that lovely message with someone else in tow for protection. The matter of who is protecting who is a hotly debated topic.]

[And Stan doesn't particularly look too happy.]

Dude, how do you know you can trust this guy? [Not that Stan would've let Kyle go alone anyway. Regardless on if the dude was trustable or not.]

[Swain has a nice little table set up! However...his first guests..are kids. He clearly hears them whispering about him, too. The fledgling bird returns to Swain's perch, eying down the kids.]

You don't, and because of it, your courage is admirable. In youth, such things often come with great difficulty.

[He makes an effort to keep his hands in view so they know he's not about to shoot them.]

I know you are mere children, but this place..I would think it forces you to grow up faster.

[Kyle snorts at that last part and hops into one of the seats.]

No, dude, I think where we're from back home made us grow up faster. At least if we die here we'll come back. Anyway, we'll be more use than you think. Right, dude?

Yeah, dude, you'd be totally freaked if you knew the stuff we deal with on an everyday basis. We're plenty capable.

What are you wanting to do anyway? How are you going to 'organize' this place?

[Hmm.]

Really? Then maybe I underestimated you.

[Swain's new bird is occupied with the kids. Her head follows their movements, staring, and finally hopping onto the table to greet the children.]

The best way to begin is to compose a list of the strengths we have.

Some will excel at keeping men from harming one another unnecessarily, others at keeping records, and so on. Understand?

[He taps his cane on the floor and the bird returns to her perch again.]

[Kyle watches the bird, curious.]

Stan's great at getting lots of people on board with stuff. I'm okay at research and can probably handle any records we need to keep, though from what I've gathered we want to leave as little written evidence as possible.

[He glances around.]

And smash any fucking mirrors that are about. They're monitored.

[Stan, however, is giving the bird a very skeptical look.]

Maybe we can hide the stuff in airvents that we absolutely HAVE to keep. I don't know anything about the people here yet, I just got here. But I did meet some kid that thinks he's a god from Oklahoma or something.

[He looks around for mirrors. Nope, probably all clear.]

Such language isn't..necessary, especially from someone of your age..but

..I'd like to have you help with research. Search any information in the library on useful fringe subjects. Teleportation may hold some of the answers.

I'll have others helping you as well, if more of them show interest.

[He goes from running an entire militarized city state to ordering around some kids, go figure.]

..A god?

[And Kyle's gone from heading an FBI mission and seducing Natalie Portman to being ordered around by some guy obsessed with a bird.]

Sounds good. I'll also look into the history of the place and any connecting features between where people have come from - the daisies told me a little about this place's motives. If we can crack that, we might be able to work on a substitute so it'll let us go or at least oust the queen from the throne.

[And Stan crosses his arms in a bit of a huff because he's feeling pretty useless at the moment, but like hell he's leaving Kyle alone.]

Yeah. Says his name's Loki and he's the god of Mischief or some bullshit. Seriously, god isn't some dumb looking kid.

Hey, whatever your name is, who the fuck are you to go wanting to organize everything or whatever anyway? Have you done anything like this before?

What did the daises tell you?

[Oh, Stan, you did not just curse at him!]

Watch your tongue. This is a serious matter.

[He snaps at Stan a bit.]

I am Jericho Swain, Grand General of the city-state of Noxus. When I was taken from my home, I was tasked with the highest position in my nation's government itself, so yes, I have most definitely done this before.

..And you?

[Oh, Kyle isn't going to let that pass by.]

He ended the US-Canada war and held an entire country accountable for some fucked up shit they'd been doing to dolphins, taking down a bunch of big-ass ships in the process.

[Not that he'll remember half of that.]

The daisies said that this place basically wants to drag everyone in because it's lonely. It sounded like it's lost something important.

You can't tell me what to do! I'll cuss if I fucking want to---

[What what WHAAAAT? Wait hold up what the fuck is Kyle even talking about?]

I what? What the fuck are you even talking about, dude?

You should take this far more seriously than you are. If you take Wonderland as a joke, then we won't find any use for each other.

[Use. Use is the most important thing to him.]

..Loneliness. Interesting.

[Swain's bird cocks her head to the side and stares at Kyle. Swain fall silent. Great, this is not the meeting he had planned.]

[Kyle's just raised an eyebrow at Stan.]

What, dude? Don't tell me you forgot the war. Kind of a big deal, what with Terrence and Philip almost dying on stage.

[Irritated at Stan's apparently short term memory - and completely missing what Stan is actually not aware of - he turns back to Swain.]

That's my current hypothesis. The daisies weren't too forthcoming with information and the delivery made it a bit harder to understand.

[Translation: songs are not the best way to convey shit.]

Dude, no I don't remember some war OR Terrence and Philip almost dying! I'd fucking remember that!

[Sorry, Swain. Stan's forgotten you're here for a minute.]

[Kyle just stares at Stan, the canned response of, "Dude, fucking stop messing with me," dying as he looks at Stan.]

Sorry, General Swain.

[So sorry he's not able to look at you right now, but whatever.]

I've got to talk to Stan now. I'll keep you posted on my research.

[Thinking, thinking. And very private video.]

... There are some who don't want to leave.

[Or escape. Present company not included.]

Hopefully they will be allowed to remain, but if not, then that is a problem for them to solve. However, they would still benefit from a system of law.

Edited 2012-07-05 23:38 (UTC)

[More thinking. Not necessarily his own opinion, just asking.]

... Why is that their problem when there is no problem for them to begin with?

Because myself and others have a desire to go home, and we will make it happen. If it means taking those reluctant with us, so be it.

[Minato nodded a little.]

Some people don't have anything to return to.

That doesn't make a difference. They do not belong here, none of us belong here.

What if they want to belong here?

Just because you think something doesn't mean it's true.

You're forcing them to return, like how Wonderland has so far forced you to stay.

I tire of this talk. Do you have anything useful to contribute?

[His voice..has some anger in it!]

[So wait, you're getting upset over someone telling you the truth or giving you a different perspective? Oh, well. It happens.]

Do you?

Clearly you do not if you are still asking me pointless questions.

[Clearly, huh. But Minato could understand where Jericho was coming from; why not want to leave when everyone should be home? It must do something to the universes out there to be misplaced.

I'd help as long as people's hands aren't forced.

[Besides, as a close friend told him, not everyone wants to be saved.]

[Can people punch people through computers? She's not about to find out by breaking her communicator, or getting punched by magic fists, or whatever. She's also aware of some general disturbance lately, but when has she ever been one to let someone with a projectile weapon stop her from strutting around like she owns the place (or at least owns enough of a time share in it to be a smartass about it)?]

"Grand General", is it? And I suppose you're the one who will not only be so gracious as to offer the rest of us a system of order, but selflessly appoint yourself the task of leading us to glory or freedom or what have you.

[He stares at her with this..cold, unfeeling gaze. As she talks, he stands, limping over to her and hunching to listen to her mockery further.]

If there is another you find more worthy of such a position, and with the experience, then please, do enlighten me.

[It's nothing she hasn't seen or heard before, honestly.]

I know that I just got here and all, but as it just so happens, I do know somebody. You may have seen her; tall woman, red hair, has a passion for law and justice, never takes off her armor? Not that it makes much of a difference, really. So far most of the people I've seen in this place are either children, talking animals, or adults whose cooperation skills are dubious at best.

[Guess which category she falls into.]

Even an organized mob is still a mob. Unless you plan on arming them with pitchforks and torches I'm not sure what you hope to achieve.

[This guy isn't afraid of guns, so he's going to swagger straight down to the kitchen. He stands in the doorway, legs apart, back straight and arms folded as he regards the other man.]

I believe it is time for me to fight by your side.

[A beat as he considers rational thinking.] Or at least, discuss fighting by your side.

[There's a bit of a twitch of a smirk under his mask. No, Swain doesn't plan on using this poor god for nefarious purposes. Believe it or not, Swain isn't actually a bad guy. Power hungry, sure, but evil? That's a stretch.]

A pleasure.

[Thor nods, ever the conversationalist. He observes Swain for a moment before finally deciding to continue on with the conversation.]

Did you have something specific to discuss? Or is this simply a way for you to observe the willing warriors of wonderland?

Specifically? The most recent homicides, but this is also an easy way for me to observe specific talents.

[Thor's expression darkens just a smidge. He wishes he could have helped somehow, perhaps this is his chance.] Of course. Do you know of what happened? Whether there's still work to be done? [And there's the little smile back.] There will be plenty to observe.

I'm in favor of cooperation, but now's not the greatest time.

Is it? When is there a better time than this?

[When there isn't a serial murderer on the loose, but...for now he'll take that literally.]

Speaking personally?
Give me twenty four hours. My name's Mark Meltzer, if you don't remember. I live on the second floor, room three.

And why do you need an entire day to prepare for a simple casual meeting?

I'm waiting for someone to come back from the dead.

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