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Who: Huvrye

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What: Huvrye has never experienced civilian life, and now he's in a new world with an unlimited credit card. This is the venn diagram overlap of Fish Out Of Water and Shopping Montage.
When: Late November/Early December - within the first few days after his arrival
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None so far, will be labeled if they come up

1. The Pretty Woman shopping montage

[Huvrye has never been shopping in his life. It's been all military uniforms for day one, and they only got as personalized as patches with his identification number and, when he received one after surviving basic, his name. So getting clothes to replace his - because his shirt is still stained despite his best attempts to wash it - needs to happen.]

[You might see him in a department store, looking very lost in the men's section. He's not spoiled for choice so much as he is paralyzed by it. How is he supposed to choose?]

[Or you may see him in that same department store, having discovered the Hawaiian shirts. He's holding one that's bright blue and patterned with pink flowers and looking absolutely delighted. Someone please keep him from buying nothing but Hawaiian shirts, because he absolutely will.]

[Or you may find him later, on a street lined by boutiques, being firmly escorted from one of the fancier ones. He doesn't resist - it doesn't look like he's been causing trouble - but he definitely glares at the door as it shuts behind him. He's been treated like a person for a few days now, and it turns out going back to being treated like a lesser being stings after that.]

[(It's possible the boutique doesn't like metas; it's also entirely possible they threw him out for bad taste, because he's definitely wearing a brightly patterned sweater. It's not quite Ugly Christmas Sweater territory, but it's very close.)]

2. Lunchtime

[It's been a while since Huvrye has eaten - he'd been given a hot drink when he was helping with the snowstorm a few days back, and before that he can't really remember. But he's got the time now, and the money, and he can still hear Gozol's warning about aura poisoning rattling around in his head, so he might as well get a meal. He'd found something near the Diadem hotel called a Food Court, and upon arrival...well, it's the same issue as the department store: too many choices, zero context. He's at least found a map of the place, and is looking it over (and trying his hardest not to miss Yin, because even if Yin didn't have context for this world in particular, he might at least know more). He sees you passing, and waves you over.]

Hey, is this-

[He points at a completely random listing without even looking at it.]

-any good?

3. Lobby

[Huvrye has seen places this fancy before, sure, but they were for top brass and rich civs. He still hasn't quite wrapped his mind around the fact that he's staying in the Diadem Hotel himself, if only temporarily, but he's still taking advantage of it. For now, he's sitting in the lobby, in one of the plush chairs, wings splayed out over the sides and draping onto the floor, people watching. He's still not used to the fact that he's the only homunculus here, the only fairy - it's weird to be in a fancy civ place not to see the bright colors of salon-modified wings everywhere he looks. Still, his sweater is cozy, and the coffee he'd picked up on the way here has salted caramel in it (which is a new and fantastic experience for him) - he can be comfortable here for a while. Join him, observe him, judge him for getting his coffee from Starbucks - either way, he's not going anywhere for a bit.]

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Thank you. You're the first person...

I've never met anyone else like me. Not back home. Not even here, where there are lots of people from other worlds.

And I'm glad being brought here means you at least could get away. This place definitely has problems but in some ways it's not bad. It's even nice in a lot of ways.

[Titan, his home world sounds awful.]

We still have something terrible to fight back home, but I'm lucky that even if I go back, Belos is gone now.

[It doesn't sound like that's the case in Huvrye's world. So this world might be a respite.]

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Yeah. It's not the same, but [he gestures to Hunter with his mug] it's pretty close. I wouldn't know how to explain it to someone who hasn't been there.

[It is a very good thing they're not the exact same. Hunter doesn't deserve that.]

[He huffs at Hunter's assessment of this world.]

There's snow here. Actual weather. Cities that aren't under domes. Real animals. And- [There's a moment's pause - being property is such a fact of life back home that he's not used to talking about it in a way that isn't soaked in bitterness and self-hatred.] -people stare at my wings, but they also treat me like a person most of the time. It's...good.

There's one person I'd go back for. If he shows up here, I'm never going back.

[He drains his mug and puts it back on the table. He'd only known Yin -responsive, sassy, and alive - for about a day, but thinking about him still hurts. At least he knows now that time has stopped back home, which means Yin is still alive without him (or as alive as he can be, at least).]

[He looks back at Hunter.]

Thanks for looking out for me, by the way. Probably a good thing if nobody mistakes me for Belos.

[If any of Hunter's friends have that part of the story, he wouldn't exactly blame them for wanting to go after the guy. He'd do the same himself, if only for damage reduction.]

[(And if he can't take it out on Effiom, that'd be the next best thing. He can multitask.)]

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[ Hunter's eyes widen a little bit. ]

Okay that...that sounds even worse.

[ He wonders what his world will be like when he and his friends go back. And if it'll be that broken. ]

And you don't need to thank me.

People can get pulled here from different times so it's just...necessary.

[The way he unconsciously fiddles with his hands at the thought of his uncle showing up, alive, looks a little more like wringing when he mentions that. His knuckles are too white for it to be a casual gesture anymore.]

[But he notices what he's doing and loosens his grip.]

It's pretty bad.

[He doesn't miss the hand wringing, and it's not hard to follow that particular train of thought to its conclusion. Speaking of people coming back from the dead...]

[(He would love to see Joba again, if only to apologize. On the other hand, he can't imagine that Belos coming here would be anything but a disaster.)]

[So he takes a different tack and leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees.]

Look, the only people back home who looked out for me anymore were fellow soldiers watching my back. Up until the day before I got here, nobody watched my back because they liked me as a person.

[Because he got Joba killed; anyone else in the Interground would have known he was a liability to interact with, and he couldn't have a real conversation with anyone else. The Naabs cared, but they didn't know, and he was still a homunculus.]

You didn't have any idea who I was and you still looked out for me. So, thank you.

['Diversion' and 'completely sincere' are not mutually exclusive in this case.]

Oh. [He looks thoughtful.] I know what you mean. Until I met my friends, the only people that watched my back in a fight did it just because they were Coven Scouts and I was the Emperor's nephew. [He mutters.] Or so everyone thought.

And technically I was also their boss.

[He shrugs slightly.]

And even then, it wasn't really that uncommon for everyone in the Emperor's Coven to stab each other in the back to gain more of, or avoid losing, Belos' favor. [His voice temporary loses some of its tone.] He wasn't someone you failed.

[His hand makes an abortive gesture towards his face. The side with the scar. Stops. Drops again.]

[It's subtle, but it's a mistake he wouldn't have made in the past. When he'd always been drowning in the shame of hurting his uncle by making him get angry enough to lose control. When he'd carefully insulated Belos from anyone finding out, because he didn't want his Uncle to feel shame over his curse or to show him ingratitude.]

[But he's been talking about some things a little more openly now. And feeling them more openly too. Enough to do things unconsciously when they might have been locked down in the past.]

[He squints and the tone changes again, to the cavalier way someone might talk about annoying workplace politics.]

I honestly kind of lost count of how many times Kikimora tried to kill me. She really wanted a promotion.

[His expression grows more gentle.]

Anyway, my point is I know what it's like. To feel alone. You don't have to feel that way anymore. There are a lot of good people here. And if you ever do feel it anyway, just let me know.

Maybe we could do some kind of...activities? [He has no idea how to talk about leisure. Or offer friendship. Still. It still comes out very stilted.] Humans are crazy. They created a lot of fun stuff to do, and it's weird even by witch standards.

[Therefore, there's a lot of novelty.]

[Huvrye's eyes linger on that scar. Homunculi don't scar - Lasardhin homunculi, at least. The alchemy that holds them together heals them seamlessly - it's why they can be reset after an injury that would destroy a normal fairy.]

[Hunter scars. Hunter's a Grimwalker, and evidently Grimwalkers heal differently. Things to remember, in case Hunter ever needs help.]

[Following that train of thought means the mention of casual workplace murder takes him completely by surprise, and for a moment he just stares. He'd ask if Hunter has any idea how messed up that is, but he's pretty sure he doesn't.]

[Man, both of their worlds are pretty bad, huh.]

[And then Hunter suggests "some kind of activities," and it throws Huvrye again, in a much better direction this time. His expression cracks into a smile, and he leans back in his chair and laughs. Hunter. Hunter. Buddy.]

Boy, you know about as much about being a civ as I do, huh.

[Virtually nothing, though Huvrye might be a little better at suggesting casual bonding.]

[The laughter subsides after a few seconds, but the smile remains.]

But yeah, "activities" sounds fun, and if you know some good people I'd love to meet them.

[Hunter barks out a short laugh at the comment.]

[Because, well...it's true.]

At least I stopped calling people civilians.

[Most of the time. Sometimes when trying to protect them when a big thing happens, but not on a general basis.]

[This is a very far cry from the panicking Hunter of fifteen minutes ago, and it's great to see. Huvrye's smile widens into a grin.]

Wait, you called them civs to their faces? They hate that.

[Said conspiratorially, to someone who also Gets It.]

To their faces. And yes, they hated it. But they couldn't do anything about it. The Golden Guard could definitely part a crowd.

[The smile fades, but not to sadness, just to something a little more thoughtful.]

It gets confusing sometimes? That being gone. The authority. Not knowing what I'm supposed to be.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

But it was still a relief. When I realized that's what I am now.

A civilian.

[The word feels strange on his tongue. Heavy. But filled with promise.]

Because I can't change the past, but with civilians, they get to decide who they want to be in the future.

[Earnestly.]

You can have that too now.

[The grin softens back into a smile again as Hunter goes on. It sounds like he's figured himself out after getting away from Belos, coming here - how long has Hunter been here, anyway? Regardless, he's got a better idea of who he is, now that he doesn't have to be the Golden Guard. Good.]

[The smile stops reaching his eyes, for just a second, when Hunter extends that offer to him.]

[Hunter can be a civilian, can choose what he wants to be, because he's not a homunculus - not the way Huvrye is. He's a Grimwalker, but he was made to be a person - odds are he even has a soul. Huvrye is government property, a soulless weapon made for an unending war, and that's all he'll ever be. Much as he likes people here treating him like a person, he'll never actually be one - it's all just a pretty lie.]

[(He has too much blood on his hands as it is to ever be anything but a weapon.)]

[Hunter is wrong, but Huvrye can't bring himself to dash the kid's hopes.]

Yeah? I'll have to think about that.

[Aaaaaand sidestepped.]

And have you figured out what you want to be yet, Mister Civilian?

[ He doesn't miss the sidestep, but he lets it go. These things take time. He knows that personally. ]

No. That's the hard part.

But I like that I at least get to choose.

[A frown.]

Sort of. This place is making it harder.

[The smile disappears from Huvrye's face as well. Too good to be true, huh.]

Harder how?

Back home, Belos forced everyone to join a coven, like the healing coven or the bard coven, and locked away all the rest of their magic so they could only use that coven's magic.

This place has the guilds. You have to choose between one or the other. If you refuse, you lose all the things they give you. You don't even get to keep the weird little ID things everyone has to use in this world. Most of the time, you need those to get a job.

They take everything and you have to survive on your own.

[He looks thoughtful, as he tries to articulate his thoughts about it.]

The rebellion against Belos had to hide and work in secret but at least we were rebelling. We were fighting against him, his secret plans to kill everyone, and the entire coven system. We had enough freedom to at least do that, even if the odds were bad.

But nobody's fighting the control of the guilds here. There's a lot that's good here and I'm still freer because Belos is gone, but there's still that. And this time nobody's trying to overthrow the system.

[Being unaligned is a lot like how the Owl Lady must have felt all those years on the run. Before there were finally others willing to rebel with her.]

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[There's the system, and it sounds like they've made it near impossible to live outside of it. Great.]

[He's not surprised that Hunter doesn't want to be in a guild - not after hearing about the coven system under Belos' rule. He wants to know what the guilds are up to - whether there's actual poison in that structure or just an overbearing self-righteousness - but there are more important things right now.]

Do you need anything?

[Survival first, then he can figure out intel.]

I have everything I need. I'm going to leave and find an...alternate living situation.

[It's not a great plan but he's at least prepared for it as much as he can.]

I don't want to go to their school when its purpose is obviously indoctrinating young people into accepting their system. Or live with the fake family they put me with. They're trying to convince me the guilds are a good idea.

But I've prepared for it.

You'll have to decide whether to be part of the guilds, too.

Be careful.

[He doesn't know enough about this world or this city yet to be able to say more than that. Hopefully Hunter knows what he's doing with it.]

[He sighs and extends a wing just a bit.]

I don't think I'm going to have a choice.

[He's a little recognizable.]

[He winces.]

That would pretty difficult to hide.

[He thinks.]

There are mages here. Maybe someone could give you something to create illusions? To hide them?

[Other things like eye color can be hidden more easily in this world.]

[He might choose the guilds anyway but it should still be a choice.]

No kidding.

[Most of the attention paid to him by strangers has been because of his wings. They're a little hard to miss.]

[Both eyebrows go up as Hunter offers a solution.]

Okay, we don't have magic where I'm from - can it do that here?

Lots of people can do lots of things here. This world has people with so many different powers and forms of magic it's impossible to keep track.

[He rubs his chin.]

I could even maybe do it if I had enough time. I'd have to try new glyph combinations with my glyph magic. It'd be complicated and take a lot of experimentation. But maybe.

[His head pops up as he thinks of something.]

There are also the scientists. They do this thing called science that looks like magic but anyone can learn it if they study long enough. And they make things with it. Like machines they blip you across huge distances in just a second.

You might be able to find one that can help you create something that works like the illusion magic we have back home.

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