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aka SURFER DRAGON REDNECK STONER ADVENTURES
[1x1 RP between James Walter and Karang Kandirarak ]

It was hot.

The air that had settled in the pigpaths and backroads of Hawksaw, MS was so muggy and thick with mosquitoes and no-see-ums that a man could drown if his feet carried him too low to the ground. Luckily, JW was in no danger of meeting his end this way. He was, however, still several different colors of miserable. He'd taken his overshirt off and tied it around his middle and his undershirt was stained with dark rings. He carried a rifle in one hand and kept the other on the brim of his hat. His antlers, still coated in velvet and only sporting two tines each, poked out of the convenient holes he'd cut through it years ago. By this point he'd stopped swearing and now the only sounds that escaped him were frustrated puffs.

He was on his way to inspect a suspicious symbol that showed up on the outside of Mr. Clauselle's barn. Normally he would have driven, but something had happened to a...belt or a line or something. He couldn't remember what Mr. Yancey said it was, but it was expensive and that was enough to set JW off. He didn't know a lick about cars, he did good to keep his van on the road at all. So today he cut through fields and yards to go straight from point A to point B, bipassing roads all together.

Much to his dismay, he would not get to finish his mid-day walk alone.";

Karang was running somewhere (he had forgotten where) with a pack of Dragonslayers on his tail, and boy were they angry. It seemed that they didn't really enjoy the bowling ball incident of last time and were keen to extract their revenge.
The legs of his human form carried him in a long stride away from his aggressors as he dashed into a clearing- fantastic. Multicolored wings smoothly morphed out of his shoulder blades and he shot into the air, hovering a moment as he gasped a spell the same time a blinding pain cropped up on his shoulder-
Then there was a crack and he was gone in a flash as the teleportation spell kicked in. He found himself falling through the air somewhere, he had absolutely no idea where, and the ground below looked rather hard. With a startled yelp he opened his wings, catching the wind and slowing his fall enough that it didn't hurt as much when he sort of crash landed/faceplanted in a field.
He was alive, if that made things any better.

James heard the commotion long before he saw it. He heard the fabric of reality tear open and expel something, but he was still too busy being butthurt over his busted van to bother picking up the pace. Slowly the thin man came to the top of a hill and took care to step over the sagging barbed wire fence that ran along the top of it. Once he was on the other side, he looked down onto the other hay bale-dotted hills and beheld...something that was not a hay bale. Or a cow.

He furrowed his brow, adjusted his cap, and set his jaw before stalking toward the colorful intergalactic castaway.

"I don't have time for this today."

The disguised Amphiptere got to his feet, not noticing JW yet. He was too busy shaking grass out of his wings and folding them tightly behind his back before checking his shoulder out.
Yeah, those idiots had shot him. Not life-threatening or he'd be dead by now, but it hurt like hell. Nothing a little healing magic couldn't fix.
But then he heard words, heard something approaching, and his survival instincts kicked in. He was still on an adrenaline high so that didn't help much either.
His head snapped up and his kaleidescope gaze locked on the deranged looking deer man coming his way with a rifle, and his wings flared slightly in a natural attempt to make himself look bigger and more threatening. Kind of hard to pull off when you're covered in dirt and grass stains, but he'd take what he could get.
He bared his abnormally long fangs slightly in a light warning, sizing JW up as he took a small step back. He didn't know if this guy was a threat or not, but he had learned the hard way that most people with guns were threats.

When the threat display went up, JW stopped walking. His grip on the gun tightened but he didn't give any ground. He tensed up and waited to see what the man-creature would do. It seemed that he was waiting on his move.

Welp.

"Do you speak English?" It probably wasn't the first thing somebody would expect out of an antlered man with a gun, but there you go. He turned his head so that he could look at the winged stranger with his good eye. He hoped to God he wasn't some awol conscience like Harmony. He couldn't suffer a second angel.

Karang sighed slightly, a single red feather being shaken off a wing as he studied JW cautiously, ready to shift planes if needed. "Yeah, I speak English. I can speak almost any language you throw at me, plus I have other ways of communication if those fail."
He was mostly talking about telepathy, but he also knew a little bit of sign language as well; not that he needed it because of telepathy, but he had the knowledge of it in case he ever did need it for some bizarre reason.
His voice had a sort of Californian accent to it- not too heavy, but it was noticeable that it was there. Not California pothead either, more like surfer dude, matching the looks of dirty blond hair and lightly muscled, thin physique. He didn't sound like a pothead unless he was tired and then he was really very funny.

That wasn't an accent he expected. JW's brows drifted up and the frown slid off his face momentarily. He glanced up at the sky and didn't notice any pulsating intergalactic holes seeping eldreich horrors. That was a good sign.

"You bump into an airplane or somethin'? Look, it's none of my business, but you might wanna get those out of sight before you wander on into civilization."

He lazily gestured at Karang's wings with the gun.

Karang tensed instinctively, a hint of a flinch on his face when he gestured with the gun, then relaxed when he saw he wasn't shooting him or anything.
"No. I teleported," he replied simply, shaking his wings out to their full wingspan in a stretch before folding them tightly behind his back and morphing them back into his shoulder blades. It was like they were never there.
In the meantime he turned his attention to his shoulder, sniffing at it cautiously. "Hmm." He planted a hand on it to keep it from bleeding too much; he would normally just do an enchantment on it but he was a little hesitant using his more complicated forms of magic around this guy.

Teleported. JW could swallow that that. His brows peaked a little as Karang quickly got rid of his wings and couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of jealously.

The thin man was quiet for a beat before he asked another question. "You haven't been messin' around with any barns, have you?" Might as well get that out of the way. If this guy wasn't what he'd been called out of his nice cool house to deal with, he wasn't about to make him his problem.

He shook his head, still keeping a hand clamped on his shoulder. "No barns. Don't like barns much. Now, I jacked up a motel by accident a while ago, but keep in mind that it was an accident."

The traveler's motel story was a little alarming, but if it wasn't their motel, it wasn't his problem. JW drew in a self-important sniff and finally rested the gun on his shoulder.

"Keep it that way."

He cocked his head in a curious manner, a ghost of a smile tracing his lips. He was a lot more relaxed now that JW didn't have the rifle in a shooting position and wasn't exactly what you'd call a threat- not yet, at least. "Yeah, sure. But what, a cowhouse is giving you trouble now? What's wrong with it?"

"That's classified information." He swung one long leg out and made to walk a wide semi-circle around the lost dragon and continue on his way. On the outside he was stern with his brows furrowed and his mismatched eyes staring straight ahead. On the inside he was ten different kinds of excited because he got to use the word 'classified' in all seriousness.

The Amphiptere paused a moment, looking hurt that he couldn't be trusted with 'classified information' before pivoting on his heel and following JW like a lost puppy.
"My name's Karang," he stated as he loped along after the deer man. "What's yours? Also, where am I? I think I teleported to the wrong place. I'm not exactly the best at doing that yet. But I can shapeshift really well- like here, you can never tell I'm something different unless you know what to look for, like my eyes and my teeth." He grinned to show his long fangs to JW. "You know what I am?"
... This was going to be a long walk for the poor antlered soul, although Karang was happy to finally have someone to talk to. He had been extremely lonely the past few weeks because he couldn't hang around long enough to make any friends or even have a simple conversation with anyone, but now here he was and here was JW too, all alone as well. Who knew? Maybe he could help with the barn and its 'classified information'.

JW felt the stranger brush up against his personal bubble and if he'd had hackles, they would have stood up. He ignored the ex-winged man's questions and stiffened his shoulders.

"No, I don't know what you are, and I don't care." It really wasn't any way to treat a guest, but he had a barn to look at here! "You're in the wrong place."

Once two hills and a barbed wire fence had passed them buy, JW started to get the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to be able to shake this guy so easily. He was like that short-haired cat that had started hanging around his house. The one that thought its name was Go Away.

Karang ducked away from him, reading his body language and backing off a little. He seemed determined to not leave entirely, though- JW was the first person who could talk back he had seen in a long time and he wasn't going to leave him until one of them was dead.
"If you say so," he replied with a shrug before wincing from the twinge in his shoulder. He had forgotten it was hurt. "And I totally agree that I'm in the wrong place, I thought I was going to, like, Yellowstone or something but no, I'm here instead. It's not a bad place, though. Get rid of all the bugs and it'd be real nice."
He didn't really care about the heat since he was technically a reptile and he did originate in South America. He much preferred heat to cold; he could handle almost any level of heat, but he could freeze to death if he got too cold. That was why he only ever went up north in the summer, and even then tried to avoid it whenever possible.

[Hey, man, gonna have to hiatus this for a little bit. Medical stuff going on over here with the family. I'm enjoying our thread so far and I'm glad you contacted me!]

(I'm glad too it's fun)

(I hope it's nothing too serious, medical issues suck. I hope they feel better soon)

[8( I'm afraid it is. We don't think we're in danger of losing her, but my older sister is in a really rough place right now.]

(Aww 3: well, I hope she gets better soon.)