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[lamentingly]

Who: Future Gohan and YOU!
What: New arrival trying to figure out what's going on, could end up getting into trouble.
Where: Flying over the island, around the edges.
When: November 6
Warnings: None at the moment.

His arrival at this place had been... tense. Not just because of waking up somewhere unfamiliar to him, but because he couldn't sense any of the familiar ki signatures that he was used to sensing. He couldn't sense Bulma, or Trunks, or even his mother. And for a moment...

Gohan couldn't help but fear the worst.

It was what prompted him to grab his bag (wait, what bag?), and take off to the skies. A white aura surrounding him, as he flew through the air, wracking his brain with question. How did he end up here? Were his family and friends okay? Did the androids somehow get to him? Why didn't they kill him? The questions were coming a mile a minute, and he really wasn't any closer to an answer. But it wasn't until one particular question came to mind that he slowed down, looked down at the land beneath him, the gears in his head turning...

Where was he?

He didn't recognize this place. And while he could sense scattered ki here and there, it wasn't anything he'd sensed before. In fact, he couldn't... really sense anything past a certain range, now that he thought about it. Something that caused him to narrow his eyes, glance into the distance... and start flying toward the edges, to see for himself.

As such, there will be an orange speck, covered in white flames, flying around the island. Attempting to push out of the edges, but never quite getting past the hazardous weather conditions. Sometimes, he'll be hovering just outside the edge, other times he'll be moving a little closer to the center. But whatever the case, it was still someone trying to gauge the unnatural conditions keeping him from leaving...

Do you call out to him? Do you help him? Do you attack him? Or do you need rescue?

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[forhyrule]

Zelda was on the outskirts of the forest, close to the little village by the lake. Dressed in her cloak to ward of the chill in the air, and carrying a woven basket she had found with only a couple holes, she was engaging in an activity she had only ever heard about.

Foraging.

Her quest to locate edible food in the forest was marred by two fearsome opponents: hunger and ignorance. There was no shortage of bushes in the forest, their branches laden with ripe fruit and bowing under the weight. Plenty of trees were bursting with clusters of seeds and nuts waiting for a gust of wind to drop them to the ground. But Zelda hadn't the slightest idea which to pick from and which to ignore, so she had settled for gathering a little bit of everything. Into her basket, its holes plugged with her scarf, went a few berries from this bush and a few from that one. Some big round nuts that she suspected were acorns, some oblong ones in green shells. A couple of little red apples from a tree, and a few even smaller green apples from the ground by a different tree.

The strange orange streak had flown overhead twice since Zelda went out to gather. But the third time she caught side of it out of the corner of her eye, it didn't just whisk out of sight. She looked up from what she was doing and saw that it had stopped and was hovering in midair. It looked vaguely... person-shaped? Zelda shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand to get a better look. It was a person, a man floating in the air like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Though he was far away, Zelda could see the movement of his head as he moved around. Was he searching for something? She couldn't help but continue to stare, wondering if he was real or if the sunlight was making her see things.

[arrogator]

Mordred's reaction to seeing some orange thing flying around in the sky is one of confusion. Or to put it more bluntly one of “what the hell is that?” It looks kind of person shaped and she doesn't see one of those jetpack things Lance was using to get around. So can this guy fly on his own? Is it even a person? There's only really one way to get answers. Or well, okay, there's a couple, but she's not sure trying to throw her sword that far is the greatest idea. And if Mordred's thinking before doing something, that definitely means it's a questionable idea.

“Oi, flyboy! Get your ass down here!”

If Gohan bothers to investigate the source of the yelling, he'll find a short knight in a full suit of armor looking in his direction. Her expression can't be seen due to the helmet, but given her outburst, she's not in the best mood.

[sinistral]

There is still far too much about this place that begs for understanding. How and why are the two foremost interrogatives, each followed by a variety of questions. But even more important than that is the question of survival, and it's in that pursuit that Bucky is currently engaged.

Well, kind of.

The woods certainly aren't bare of wildlife. And Bucky is a pretty good hunter, if one classifies assassin as a sort of hunter. What he does know about hunting — hunting-hunting or assassination-hunting — is that knowing one's target makes all the difference. It's such a pursuit that has him out and about today, attempting to track, attempting to learn the movements of the creatures here to determine the most effective manner of hunting. It's easier said than done of course, but patience is something Bucky has in spades.

Making his way through the trees he's not unaware of something flying above. He's noted it of course, though on the two occasions he'd spotted it, it seemed to move too fast for a positive identification of its shape. He's all but put it out of his mind only because hunting anything that flies is too impractical for his limited arsenal.

But it is a sunny enough day, and his left arm is exposed. It's entirely possible, given the correct angle and enough of a break in the trees, that the sun glinting off the prosthetic could attract attention.