Intro Log - Voice/Action

[spohkh]

[Illogical does not even begin to characterize the situation that Spock has found himself in. Approximately 2.4 minutes ago he was on the bridge of the USS Enterprise, and through some, as of yet unexplained phenomenon taking no time at all, (possibly through some spacial anomaly or undetected ion storm) suddenly appeared inverted in a tree... Current conditions also leave much to be desired. Spock's Vulcan physiology requires higher temperatures, and proper garments for optimal comfort... the forest in which he is now located has a lower than optimal temperature, and coupled with the disappearance of his Uniform and thermal wear he finds himself rather... cold. Though, perhaps it is fortuitous that he appeared in clothes at all... the white pants will have to suffice.
Upon his initial assessment, and descent from the tree, he was amazed to see an alteration to his physical person]

...Fascinating.

[Spock cards his fingers through the feathered protrusions located in the area of his scapula. Since he could feel a rather curious sensation through manual stimulus of the ...wings, Spock can safely assume they are indeed his newly acquired appendages. He could not fail to notice that his wings are the same ebony color his hair is.
Taking in his surroundings, Spock could hear the sound of running water close by... but nothing significant that could give him evidence of his location. The terrain was similar to that of Earth, however, there was 'something' about them that Spock could not quite explain that told him 'no, this is not Earth'...
As he was about to venture towards the water in hopes of finding civilization, something catches his attention... it appears to be some form of recording device located at the base of the tree in which he just descended from. Picking up the device he also notices that it has his name on it and it appears to be active. Curious... This proves that he was indeed sent here on purpose. But why?
Spock finally decides to speak out loud.]

Greetings, I am Spock. Is there a conscious form of life out there that can tell me my current location?

Comments

We'll see..... :3

[spohkh]

[Spock stops walking to face Zevran.]

You are purposely avoiding the question. Do you choose to act in such a manner?

[antivanleather]

It furthers the goals of a woman I have come to admire in more ways than one, though I assure you there is much to admire about her. She's protected me from the Crows without asking for more than my sword in return. Would you not choose to repay that kindness in any way possible?

[spohkh]

Not when that payment involves taking the lives of other beings. Do you not see the moral issue in this?

[antivanleather]

So I am to feel guilty for my actions? The world I live in is savage and cruel, at least should they die by my hand it is quick and painless. I cannot promise the same of the world.

[spohkh]

[Spock considers his answer for a moment...]

Surely with your abilities, one such as yourself could lead a resistance and change the 'social norm'. Do you not wish to see change?

[antivanleather]

....

[Lead a resistance? Change the social norm? Zev has to prop a hand against the nearest tree to support himself while he laughs.]

[spohkh]

I am unaware of what you find so amusing.

[antivanleather]

The last time an elf attempted to lead a resistance it almost saw the entirety of the race enslaved once more, or killed. And that is just for point one. Why should I care about others in a similar situation? The strong will find their own way out, the weak will live in their chains or die strangled by them.

[spohkh]

That fact does not make killing right. To give up is to admit defeat and ultimately condones murder. Is there no way to contact 'outside' help? [Spock could tell he was getting 'worked up'... he was in great need of meditation.]

[antivanleather]

It is a world you know terribly little of, my friend, and if you have any form of luck at all? You never will. Come. You are in need of proper attire and while I certainly do not mind continuing to watch you wander about shirtless I'm sure you're starting to feel a bit chilled.

[spohkh]

My apologies, I appear to have 'overstepped my bounds.'

[Spock was a little shocked at how carried away he got... He has used the prime directive on multiple occasions and has rarely ever had any altercations.]

[antivanleather]

Overexcited and over invested at the mention of murder. It's a common thing in the more civilized worlds, from what I understand. I'm far behind most here but willing to learn. What I am, though is what I am. Why pretend any differently? My skills are of use to the village.

[He shrugs and motions for Spock to follow, continuing down the path a ways.]

[spohkh]

[Spock follows closely beside Zevran. Ka'adith, what is, is. It would seem that his appearance here was affecting him more than he thought. Perhaps acquiring his uniform will aid the situation.]

[antivanleather]

[It is as Zevran said- roughly an hour's walk to the village from where he'd found the strange elf that was not an elf. They break through the treeline to the main path leading to the plaza in short order.]

I take it you would wish for your clothing first, yes?

[spohkh]

Indeed, where should we start?

[antivanleather]

Unless the Malnosso deposited your clothing in the fountain- the store.

[He motions for Spock to follow and cuts across the tiled plaza, makes his way around the fountain and holds open the door.]


Your things will be in here. Somewhere.

[spohkh]

[Spock nods at Mister Zevran and steps into the shop.]

[antivanleather]

[He could let the man wander and find his things on his own but...curiosity bid Zevran peer inside. Besides. He may find more of those delightfully comfortable shirts. He follows and flips through the racks, one eye on the tall, pale elf that wasn't.]

[spohkh]

[Spock could feel Mister Zevran's eyes on his back... he still did not know how to describe this being. However, for now, it seemed that Zevran was content to live here in Luceti... and not partake in other questionable activities.

Ah yes, there is his shirt. Spock lifts the hanger holding his shirt and pants up....]

It would seem that I have located my Uniform. One moment while I put it on.

[antivanleather]

There are rooms for changing at the end of the room, just along the wall. I am fairly certain you will be more than able to dress yourself without assistance.

[Zevran barely looks up from where he's flipping through the clothing racks. He was no minder of children, and this man was an adult. He could handle himself in the dark, dangerous dressing room all on his own.]

[spohkh]

[Spock raises an eyebrow and simply nods at Mister Zevran before going into one of the changing rooms.

After a few minutes Spock still has not emerged.

A few more minutes pass by... still nothing....

There are a couple of banging noises coming from the changing room...

[antivanleather]

...

[It shouldn't take this long to dress oneself. At all. Ever. Even when he fumbled with the new metal contraptions involved in the fastening of these trousers he's taken to wearing it did not take this long.

...

Curiosity, as ever, spurs him to move to the changing room and knock.]

Is all well, my friend?

[spohkh]

I am experiencing some... difficulty fitting the wings under my uniform. Do you have any sharp device that I may utilize?

[antivanleather]

...if you let me in I will do you one better, my friend.

[spohkh]

[Spock hesitates for a moment... but he was in a compromised position, and he needed assistance. His shirt was over his head and he had managed to put his arms through... but his uniform was stuck quite uncomfortably above his wings...

Spock opens the door in silent agreement. ]