Welcome to Edensphere, Wolfram!

[npc_kun]

Characters: Wolfram (bumpychampion) and Steve
Date/Time: Night, May 17
Location: Temporary Wilderness Hatchery, in Disneyland's Beach Resort.
Rating: PG-13 for non-sparkly vampires nekkid tiems and Steve.
Summary: Wolfram is born into Edensphere, and someone is there to greet him!

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[bumpychampion]

The man's definition of giving himself a window ended up being little more than a handful of clock ticks. Almost as soon as the breather - so to speak - had started, he was shifting himself cautiously up from the floor to wobble a bit on all fours. The same disorientation that he felt in the cocoon after he was stolen away from that horrible alley remained and he wasn't about to try standing. Not yet.

In the moments that he used to gather his balance, he attempted to get a better grasp on where he was. Pushing off his hands to sit back against his ankles, he took in the large, semi-extravagant room and all of its little details. It wasn't absorbing them that was difficult, as those same bits of minutiae seemed burned into his brain almost as soon as he saw them, but it was trying to pick them apart and make some kind of sense out of the senseless situation that troubled him. It seemed multi-purpose to him, capable of catering a sizable gala with a little rearranging as easily as it could have hosted a fancy business meeting. This, of course, told him nothing of why he was there. If anything, it only confused the man that much more.

Persistent and wanting to know more, however, he started to take in a deep breath in preparation to do just that. He was about to pick apart the wide spectrum of smells crawling around the room when what sounded like an irritated man called out behind him. In the time it would take Steve to blink, the other man had whipped around, stood up, and caught the towel before it could fall. Seemed natural enough. In that same instant, facing him now, he found himself ignoring the small barrage of scents wafting from the guy and focusing instead on the steady, healthy hammer of a foreign heart in his ears. It was strangely entrancing, and completely inappropriate for the moment, so he did his best to shove it all down for now.

Though he held the piece of cloth in front of his groin for modesty's sake, he made no move to comply with the rest of the stranger's commands. The same stillness that had possessed him when he first tumbled from the cocoon befell him again, coupling this time with a vicious, defensive leer. There was no fear in him now. Standing tall with the towel bunching in his ever-tightening grip, though, he seemed prepared to do some violence. What could he say? Not five minutes ago he was staring into the eyes of thousands of demons looking to shed a sea of blood. Throwing that on top of waking up naked from a rubber syrup cocoon not knowing where he were or how he got there and things weren't going to have the best effect on his personality.

"Who the hell are you?" A pause, his expression creasing with sarcasm. "Or hey, better yet, where the hell am I?"