no_compromise | 1st Chapter [Voice/possible Action] Forward Dated to May 8

[It was raining, something that rarely happened in the arid region of the Far East on his homeworld. It was raining when he pulled himself up out of the mud three days earlier with a soreness in his shoulders and a baffling block of missing time that he could not explain. With his immortal body, sleep was optional and even unnecessary--the last time he slept was over seven years ago, just before the fall of the Spiral King and his army.

The black out bothered him more than the wings, but his inherent pride as a warrior and a beastman kept him from more than a cursory question here or there over the journals. Soaked to the bone and thoroughly irritable about the information he absorbed via the strange journal that arrived with him, Viral finally emerges from the silence he had built up around himself.

The video feed opens to the beastman sitting in relative comfort in a shabby fort he built for himself amongst the fallen branches from the winter. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time he had broken his needless exile, as the new feather pants had been traded out for his comfortable travelling gear, including a very ragged brown cloak and an equally worn red scarf. Though dry for the moment, his hair was still tangled and not fully cleared of the mud.

Clearly his isolation was more important than finding an apartment. Though, if pressed, he would explain his thoughts on that manner.]

[Very Broken Filter away from all possible members of Team Dai-Gurren]

Luceti. I am Viral. [Pronounced like the word 'virile.' There's a subtle pause, either from the inherent awkwardness of this or his noticing that the filter is terribly broken.] If any of you here have ever encountered someone by the name of Simon [pronounced 'see-mon.'], from a place called Jeeha Village, who also calls himself 'the digger' and is currently ranked at High Commander in our world, if you have met his brother Kamina or any of their friends in Team Gurren or Team Dai-Gurren, I will not ask you to disregard anything you may have heard about me. Whatever they said is likely true.

[From a certain perspective and point of view.] I only ask that you keep an open mind.

Also, is there someone on this network who can explain why the animals are talking? Does the rain normally last for this long? [Another beat.] I've been here for a few days now, so I understand enough, but this climate is unfamiliar.

[With that he ends the feed, not wanting to say much more. Though tempted to just shut the journal, his questions about the local fauna and climate are pressing enough to be a bother. He's there, in the woods toward the west. Feel free to find him.]

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Personally, I doubt he'll do either. He has ways of finding a third option. Maybe he'll pull through a the very last possible moment, like he always does.

[Maybe this was what defeat truly tasted like--a part of him didn't care to see either outcome, because it wouldn't clear his record or his honor as a warrior.]

Fair enough. So, I take it you've just arrived here?

Three days ago, yes. It's been raining the entire time.

[But it did give him a chance to research the journal once he acquired temporary shelter. With his meager fire and his cloak, he spent most of that time reading and listening to the chatter over the network.]

Do people ever get used to this place?

Ah...very much like the time I arrived two years ago...

Yes, many people have gotten used to this place. Some people are even happy here, despite the experiments.

Happy, huh? [That was also a strange concept. The only times he ever found happiness were on the battlefield. Even so, he had no desire to return to his home. Maybe this 'Luceti' would make a decent enough replacement.]

You've been here for two years? How have you managed?

I've kept myself busy helping newcomers and people returning from kidnappings. I rarely make leisure time for myself, however. Sometimes that may not be a good thing.

Everyone has their methods; that just is what works for you. [Helping those in need...it was similar to how he had passed recent years.]

Yes...I have come to appreciate some things here, but it is also important for me to return home as soon as possible.

...You have an important duty, don't you? Like many others here, correct?

Yes, that is correct. Very perceptive.

It's not hard to figure out some things if you've been around humans long enough. [It was a storyteller's logic, and he had heard many tales told over campfires from the refugees that didn't immediately shun him.]

That much is certainly true. People give signs all the time, even without being aware. It doesn't only apply to humans.

...that is true. There many similarities between sentient races of all sorts.

Yes. That is why I believe that different races are capable of understanding each other.

...Possibly. I have my reasons for thinking as I do. Even if the humans here are different, it doesn't make it easier.

It's understandable, especially if others have already given you a bad reputation before you even have a chance to make one for yourself. I would hope that you would at least give people a chance. There are certain to be some others who will accept you.

...I'll keep that in mind. Unlike you, I have no desire to go home--maybe this place, for all of its flaws, can be worked with.

It can certainly be worked with. I wish you luck...Viral, was it?

It is. This will take more than luck, but I thank you for it...[He trails, not knowing the man's name.]

Edited 2012-05-10 04:50 (UTC)

[Saleh picks up on it, realizing that he hasn't introduced himself.]

I am Saleh. Forgive me; I should have introduced myself sooner.

Saleh. There's no need to apologize...thank you.

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