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((to clarify, "new boy" is in his late fifties lol))
When it became clear that no one meant to try and kill him, Boar-back relaxed slightly. "Hello," he said slowly, sitting forward. "Uh….can anybody tell me where I am and what's going on right now?"
Noah jumped at the new voice, but she quickly relaxed, "I think this is some sort of pocket in time where we folks have been gathered from the strangest places to talk about ourselves." she summed up.
"And there is an overly cheerful voice talking to us, you'll get used to it…"
(Going back to school today, wish me luck, you can use Ivanna while I'm gone in case is needed)
Tempest simply acted as if he was opening a locker. He stuck his hand inside, which vanished for a second before he pulled out a small pack of gum, then took out a piece, starting to chew on it "Sup?" He nodded to the new boy, unfazed by the sudden appearance.
Boar-back listened to each of their explanations, then watched as Tempest demonstrated some kind of power for him. He decided that perhaps the best next step was to act under the assumption that this was a wildly vivid dream, and that he should just play along until he woke up. "All right then. In that case, I guess I'll introduce myself. You all can call me Boar-back. I'm from the Eastern Region of America, and I'm the leader of a group of people that some might say are bandits." He scratched his beard, then added. "And they're right, we are bandits. Who are you guys?"
"Tempest Daniels. Co-founder of a refugee organization that helps humans and non-humans alike have safety from a terrorist organization run by a man named Marcus Zerack." Tempest responded to the older man "It's nice to meet you sir" He shifted back to his thin, blonde, blue eyed teen form and offered him a handshake in greeting
Boar-back accepted his handshake with a nod. "Nice to meet you too, kid. Sounds like you run a pretty worthy establishment. Now I'm sorry if this is a rude question, but what are you exactly? I've never seen someone quite like you, and you're obviously not human."
"People call it different things but the term my sister and I call ourselves are anthro-shifters" He explained "And don't worry curiosity isn't rude to me" Tempest gave a small smile
Boar-back nodded in understanding. "I guess your kind aren't common where I'm from." He leaned back in his chair to get more comfortable. "Well, I asked you a semi-personal question, so I think it's only fair that you get a free question for me too, if you have any."
"umm….well why did you start your bandit group?" Tempest questioned, not knowing what else to ask
"To be fair, I didn't start it, I took over after getting rid of the old leader, maybe twenty or thirty years ago. As for why, well….there aren't a lot of job opportunities in my area except for 'bandit' and 'victim of bandits'. My group, the Hounds, looked like it had the most potential, so that's why I joined. We're doing pretty good these days." He glanced at Tempest. "By the way, it seems like you're from somewhere very different from the world I know. What's your home like? Is it a desolate post-war ruin like mine?"
Noah simply watched the too men converse, It wasn't a lady's place to interrupt such a conversation.
"No but there is a war going on. My group tires to keep it out of the lives of normal people but that has been getting way harder. Thank gosh we founded Haven." Finally he had let the name slip, not even meaning to. "We don't really wanna fight but…we can't let that…thing hurt anymore people. My home…well any of you could visit it if you get into a certain tavern that exists in all universes and all timelines. I do like to keep to my own time to be honest. When we aren't fighting we're tryin' to get equal rights for non-humans like me…cause not offence but a lot of humans are kinda asses where I'm from"
"Nah, you're not wrong," Boar-back said, waving him off. "Humans are the least popular denomination just about everywhere, seems like. And for good reason. Best of luck getting equal rights for your people." He noticed Noah at that point and gave her a nod of greeting. "Hey. Don't think I know your name yet."
Ivanna paid attention to the conversation, she decided to stand up and offer her hand yo Boar-Back, "Ivanna Voronin, head of field missions of the A.S.I, Agency of Supernatural Investigation, undead and over 200 years old."
Boar-back looked her up and down. "Ma'am," he said respectfully. "And where are you from, then?"
"Me, born in Russia, moved to England and then to America." she explained
"I see. And how does the American life suit you?" Boar-back could only guess that her version of America was much different from his, since he didn't think anyone willingly traveled there from overseas anymore.
(I gtg for a bit)
"Oh, well, it was calm before the 40s, then everything went down in WW2, then the Cold Warpeople had trouble with me being russian and after everything I can say it´s better than I expected," she explained, "Nowadays I guess I´m fine."
Boar-back took a moment to absorb this information. "I see. So what exactly is "nowadays" for you? I'm just gonna say it, as far as I know the year is 2080-something."
"2020 in my case, actually," she responded, "We all seem to come from different times here."
"Hm. Interesting." Boar-back glanced around, deciding to cut to the chase. "So….you mentioned an annoying voice. What's it telling us to do again?"
"2020 here too…well this from what I can tell is that when it gets a bit quiet the voice will suggest what we talk about next…this is the therapy loop I was told to visit after all by my angel doctor…I literally mean an angel." Tempest responded to the best of his knowledge
"To socialize and get to know each," the voice said, Ivanna pointed at the speaker on the wall, looking a little bit annoyed, "Told you–" the voice spoke again, "– It is recomended that you become confortable around each other in order to talk about your troubles."