It's Not the Waking It's the Rising

[praypal]

WHO: Kurt Wagner, You!
WHERE: Fountain (Open to 1), Inn, Various Outdoor Locations
WHEN: Nov. 27 - Dec 4
OPEN TO: OTA, Arrival Locked to 1
WARNINGS: None yet.

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Arrival

Yellow eyes open in the dark. It's cold. And he's weightless- wait, no, he's in water. Did he teleport in his sleep? No, that hasn't happened since he was a teenager. He struggles for a few precious seconds to locate the light, and bamfs-

Or not. His movements feel clumsier too, though that might be the oxygen deprivation. It takes him several more seconds to truly register the full extent of his situation as he struggles to the surface- he can't even cling to the stone walls of the well! This is strange.

He gasps loudly as he breaks the surface, groping one arm over the ledge of the fountain and spitting out a mouthful of water. "Scheisse," he coughs as he begins to haul himself over the ledge- and noticing just how much harder it is than it should be to do so. The laws of gravity are not meant to be so restrictive where he is concerned, and he feels downright clumsy. This isn't right.

Also, it is definitely not Central Park.

Inn

Dressed in the dry set of light grey scrubs he'd found in his pack, Kurt has made his way to the social center of the village, even if he's not feeling too much like his usual social self. But there's hot food and, most importantly a roaring fire that he's gotten himself as close to as one can without risking burning off one's fuzz off.

He's got a bowl of something hot that someone was kind enough to spare, and it reminds him enough of the big pots of stew or curry that they'd leave bubbling in big pots around the clock when the circus was performing that it's bringing him some modicum of comfort.

The Great Outdoors

This feeling of unbalance, this simply will not do. If he is to function here as anyone else, he has to get used to life without the superhuman agility he's been used to since his very first steps. So he's found somewhere nice and empty aside from a few felled trees, and clad in sadly very drab scrubs, he's doing what he would with any other setback-

Pushing past it, and with style.

Even with the loss of his powers, he still has his tail. That lends him more balance than most would have, and he's making the most of it as he makes running leap after running leap, pushing himself into handsprings, backflips, using the tree trunks as balance beams.

And, every so often, falling on his fuzzy blue butt. Or face.

The muscle memory of years in the circus and cross-time swashbuckling is still there, it just feels hindered. He can work with hindered. Hindered just means it's harder, not that it can't be done. The effort of having to work these muscles and his spacial awareness this hard means- well, he's not as aware of the rest of his surroundings than he might be.

He does not realize he's being watched until he stops to perch on a sufficiently stable rock to catch his breath.

Comments

[praypal]

Kurt grins. There is... something very familiar about this man and his presence, his bearing, even his looks- and his outgoing friendliness. Given that sort of greeting, Kurt can't help but respond in kind despite the fatigue of adjusting to the lack of his powers. The Pop Tart remark earns an honest laugh.

"It is, yes!" he replies- his accent is clearly Midgaurdian, German to be more specific, though is English is clearly fluent. "Ah, another blessing of modern life to curse our lack of. I believe I am still missing central heating somewhat more, but I did pull myself out of a well into winter air only a few hours ago. It may take some time before my sweet tooth overwhelms the chill."

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Thor blinks at the stranger's way of speaking, unsure of what central heating might be, but he's still maintaining a very pleasant and inviting air. He's come to realize that there is a lot about the mortal, Midgardian world he does not understand - and, even though it feels more like his hand has been forced, he is willing to learn. He shovels another spoonful of stew in his mouth and chews thoughtfully, then motions to the empty chair caddy-corner from his own.

"A well?" Thor asks, thinking. "Oh! The one at the center of the village, yes? I hadn't realized you could arrive in such a manner. I arrived through the strange underground tubes." He says this all so matter-of-factly, even though none of it is remotely normal, even if Thor was already human. He motions to the quietly roaring fire in front of the chairs. "This will assist in helping you warm up. These bodies are so sensitive to cold!"

[praypal]

Kurt takes a seat in the chair, happily warming his fuzzy hands in the heat of the fire.

"I take it you also find yourself unable to access certain abilities since arriving here?" Kurt asks, intrigued by the comment about the cold. "I'm not normally any less sensitive to cold than most humans, save the extra warmth of being covered in fur. But I do feel far more clumsy than usual," he admits. Because you don't just start a conversation with my teleportation powers are gone.

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

"Try all of my abilities," Thor mopes in reply, eyes glancing down at his bowl of stew, a spoon idly poking at the floating bits scattered in the liquid. As if suddenly seeing the fur for the first time, his eyes lift and quickly scan the stranger. It isn't an invasive or judgmental look; it's simple and as if he's putting two and two together, where two and two equals: fur. "Clumsy, easily fatigued, confined by the most ridiculous restraints that I'd not had to think of before!" He huffs, annoyed, poking at the vegetables in his bowl a little more forcefully. "I almost drowned in the tube in which I arrived. Drowned. Me. An Asgardian. A god." A beat."Almost. Drowned," he repeats for emphasis.

[praypal]

Well, that's Kurt's hunch about who this man is, confirmed. "I'm no Asguardian, but drowning would not normally be as much of a danger as it was to me here. I can imagine it would be harder to adjust to this if I were used to more than simply teleporting and climbing walls."

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

"None of this would normally be as much of a danger as it is to me here!" Thor snaps, arms flailing about to gesture to entirety of the inn. He's not angry at Kurt, of course; why would he be? As if suddenly bitten by a pang of remorse, he lets out a sigh, closes his eyes, and shakes his head with a hand out towards the fellow, palm facing outwards. "I'm - I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem angry with you. I'm not. None of this is your fault. It's just that -" A sigh, "It is .. very frustrating, being here and being unable to do any of what I normally do."

He looks to Kurt and tilts his head.

"I imagine that if you can teleport and climb walls, you can understand what I mean."