[Action / Voice] evening + morning

[selfhelp]

[...This doesn't look like Prison #42. At least, not as he recalls it. Billy pushes himself upright in the grass, squinting in the early evening light, and absently lifts a shaking hand to his ears. There's no device there, nothing to prevent him from casting any spells... a fact he proves to himself with a wave of his hand, conjouring up a shirt to go with the unfamiliar white pants he finds himself in. What's all this about, exactly? Some new trick that Stark and Richards came up with to keep their prisoners placated? Or has he - against all odds - been freed and dumped somewhere in the wild?

What've you gotten yourself into now, Kaplan?

Cautiously he lets his magic take him up to the tree line, resting on a high branch to get a better look around. Up ahead, not far in the distance, he can see a village, but it's so small and old-fashioned that he doesn't recognize it at all. Wherever he is, it's pretty remote.

Well, whatever. What does location matter to a witch who can teleport? His priority is finding Cap and the rest of the Young Avengers. Teddy's probably flipping out right about now. Dropping back into a crouch, he sits himself down on the branch, cross-legged, and lifts his hands again, letting the glow return to them, and begins chanting under his breath-]

"IwanttobeinNewYorkIwanttobeinNewYork..."

[Yeah, he's pretty noticeable like that. Especially since he'll be there until he's discovered, pointedly not teleporting to New York. Awkward.]


[In the morning, however, things are a bit different- he's settled (sort of), he's rested (a bit), he's informed (just enough). And he's sorted out how to use the journal. Thus, around mid-afternoon, he sends out a message:]

Okay, this is weird, but... let's give it a try. Hey, uh, whoever's listening out there. I've heard there are people from all over the galaxy, and lots from Earth, especially. That's where I'm from, too. I was wondering, though- are there people living here who'd be considered "super heroes"? Here or on your own world, I mean. I'm actually-

[Actually... he really shouldn't just announce it. What if someone from the Initiative is here and remembers him when they get back to Earth? Even a slim chance isn't worth the risk.]

...I'm actually a huge fan of the superheroes from Earth! You know, heroes like Captain America, Iron Man, Spider-man... I've been a fan since I was a kid. Though I guess it's not unusual for someone from New York. There's a ton of superheroes living in the city these days.

Sorry for rambling so much. To be honest, I'm just nervous... I've never been to another world before.

[....]

Teddy? You here?


[ooc: first dibs to action (chronologically) goes to Buffy, otherwise he is free to be met wherever/whenever. Also if you could have a look at his permissions post I would be much obliged!]

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[selfhelp]

[That... is not the reaction he'd expected. It's enough to make him pause, the light in his hands fizzling again. He blinks at her, baffled by the way she's not screaming and running away.]

You're... not scared?

[herotypical]

That depends entirely on whether you're planning to hit me with that whammy or not. And even then? Eh. I've been hit by my share of whammies.

[selfhelp]

You...

[Okay, the surrealism of this just got a whole lot more surreal. Geez...]

You're not acting like a- ...well, an actress. You're acting like...

[Like she's actually Buffy. Not even an extremely good cosplayer who can roleplay, too. Like she's the genuine article.

Which is kind of impossible. Unless Joss Whedon is secretly a reality TV director.

Seriously though, what?]

[herotypical]

...You think this is an act?

[selfhelp]

...Um, yeah. What else could it be?

[herotypical]

Well? I was gonna go with reality.

[selfhelp]

Reality? Are you kidding? You're holding a stake. This isn't Sunnydale, you know.

[It's a dry, disbelieving tone, and he can't help but glance around; maybe he's stumbled upon a movie/TV show set and they've got some kind of reunion tour going on. Or Whedon's finally managed to get Season 8 to run live-action.

...God forbid.]

1/2

[herotypical]

I know it's not...

2/2

[herotypical]

[ this kid knows sunnydale. and magic. ]

Who are you? Really?

[selfhelp]

[...Well. He's officially caught, isn't he? Still confused, he reluctantly lifts a hand to his chest, the glow reappearing his long enough to transform his clothes into his costume.

If this goes badly, he can just cast a spell to make her forget, right?]

...Wiccan. I'm a super hero.

[Um.]

In training.

[herotypical]

[ buffy steps back and gives him a once-over. she also misunderstands and thinks that he's telling her he's a small-w-wiccan. as in a warlock. as in not a name. ]

A super hero in training with a passing familiarity with Sunnydale.

[selfhelp]

[She's still acting like Sunnydale is a real place.

Should he be concerned?]

Um... yeah. It's kind of my job to know about those things.

[herotypical]

[ her eyes narrow. ] Then you should know that Sunnydale was destroyed...

[selfhelp]

Right, right. The hellmouth collapsed. I, uh... I heard about it.

[Hopefully this won't bite him in the ass.]

[herotypical]

[ she frowns. ]

Ex-Council or one of Angel's team in LA?

[ those are her two best guesses. ]

[selfhelp]

[Oh god did he get sucked into an episode

can the prison do that

SHOULD HE BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS]

Neither. I'm freelance. Independent. ...Something like that.

[herotypical]

...Rogue demon hunter?

[selfhelp]

I don't think I'm intimidating enough for a title like that.

[herotypical]

Oh, I don't know. You're rocking the, uhm, headgear thing.

[selfhelp]

This? [Billy lifts a hand to scratch awkwardly at the headband, looking a little sheepish. Maybe Kate should have gone with a mask or something, all this silver is way too flashy sometimes.] Well, what kind of super hero would I be without a costume?

[herotypical]

Aha. So rogue demon hunter was too much but...super hero's just right?

[selfhelp]

[....SHE HAS A GOOD POINT THERE.]

Um... I can explain that. There's a reasonable answer for it, I swear. ...I just can't really tell you.

[This is so totally messing with his head.]

[herotypical]

...Hello, shady. You're lucky this place gives all kinds of leeway for strange first impressions, otherwise you'd be stuck with the 'shady' label. Look -- let me show you into town, at least?

[selfhelp]

Um... sorry. This really wasn't the plan at all. [Eli would be chewing him out if he was here. Maybe teammates aren't part of this particular hallucination.] I'd appreciate it- showing me around, I mean. I have no idea where I am right now, if you can believe it...

[herotypical]

...I believe it. No one does, when they first arrive. We'll set you up with a map. Eventually.