A Slight Detour [OPEN]

[notanobject]

Characters: Oswald, Django, Moro
Time Period: Prehistoric
Location: Mystic Mountain
Time of Day: Morning
Content: Django finds out he didn't make the jump alone. Oswald finds out how much optimism he can take before his head explodes.
Warnings: Sour moods and bruised egos, possible violence. Other then that, nothing else.

Comments

[solar_boy]

As Django fell, he recalled a lesson his father had taught him:

The best way to attack undead is to surprise them. If they brace for an attack, even the Gun del Sol won't do as much damage. If the first barrage of attacks doesn't stun or kill them it is best to hide and wait for another opening.

Of course, this had no application now, and Django tumbled through the branches of a tree, painfully bouncing off a few of them before finally hitting the dirt hard.

He lay there for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened, until he heard what he heard a voice. He pulled himself into a sitting position. He didn't see the speaker immediately, so he asked aloud "What happened?"

[notanobject]

In response, Django could probably hear a rasping, clanking noise; the sort made when someone pulls themselves upright without a lot of care for if their armor had gotten twisted or shifted during the fall.

"The two of us apparently took quite a fall..." Oswald's eyes narrowed as he looked around, taking in the forest they'd found themselves in.

...Or rather, found themselves back in. Some of those trees looked annoyingly familiar. "And somehow managed to land in a place that does not even remotely look like the town I was in." And since the trees weren't doing anything threatening, like falling down after taking so much abuse, he started to look for the other person.

"Perchance, did you come from a place called Dorino as well?" That was one question he could get out of the way quickly.

[solar_boy]

Django turned around as he stood, facing a rather surprising sight. The man in front of him was wearing black armor, but there was more than that. This man seemed to exude darkness, or perhaps to embody it. Yet he stood in the sunlight apparently without pain. Instinctively, Django reached for his weapon, but then he remembered the man Gwendolyn had described. If he drew his weapon, this man might attack.

"Yes, I was in Dorino," Django replied. "I'm Solar Boy Django," he added, putting emphasis on the title. "You must be Oswald?"

[notanobject]

Given that this was Oswald 'might' could easily be replaced with 'would.' And once he heard his name, Oswald looked a touch more wary as well.

"...That would be my name." He said, giving Django a careful, measuring look. "I do not know you, however. How is that you know of me?" For the moment, Oswald kept his hands at his sides, not yet going for whatever was laying around that could be used as a quick weapon.