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[ashes_rising]

Where is the body I had?

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[free_r_kevin]

I think it was donated to charity!

*Just don't even ask, man. Kevin is weird.*

[ashes_rising]

[It's one of those, those humans who would steal their beautiful feathers... if they still had any. They hop backwards, an oddly bird-like gesture in this weird new shape.]

No. [Donated?!] No. It's gone.

Gone. [A forlorn refrain, as if the loss is only truly striking them just now.]

[free_r_kevin]

Don't be sad! *He smiles a fanged smile.* I'm sure you'll find it again.

[ashes_rising]

[They glance up from a close, frowny examination of their arm - what is this useless appendage even - and their expression turns wary. Those are sharp teeth, and they can't fly like this.

Still, they can't help but sound a bit plaintive.] Where? [He seems to know things about bodies.] Are they... kept?

[free_r_kevin]

Depends on who took it! I know that there's a repository of used selves over in Night Vale, you could always check there.

[ashes_rising]

Night Vale? [They pronounce each word distinctly, as if they're both new to them. It's not the words, though, so much as the mouth.] Is it in the desert? [Perhaps it's not too far from Heliopolis.]

[free_r_kevin]

A desert, yes. I think we're in California these days, the Vale and the Bluffs.

i apologize, i couldn't resist.

[atombomb]

It seems you find yourself in a predicament, young one.

no apology necessary!

[ashes_rising]

I am not young.

[They don't sound offended, merely bewildered. Uncertainties abound, but this isn't one of them.]

But I am... lost.

[ashes_rising]

California? [Frowwwwn.] Where is that?

[atombomb]

[The redhead smiles softly.] I am no stranger to the idea that appearances are often deceiving. [It works both ways in this situation.]

Can I help you? Can you tell me what you remember last?

[ashes_rising]

I don't know.

[Humans, in their experience, are best avoided. They certainly wouldn't go to one for aid, should they need it. Which, speaking of things outside their experience. Their head turns slightly to the left, then the right, examining the stranger as if each eye still needs an independent look to form a complete picture.

Can a human help?]

I was in the desert. I was... [Their gaze drifts down to these not-wings, and they give their fingers an experimental and unsatisfying wiggle. These things can't carry them aloft.] ... different. Small. Light.

[They do not add alone. They do not add safe. They drop their arms with something very like a pout.]

This shape is wrong.

[free_r_kevin]

Half a world away from here. And possibly some alternate universes, I'm not sure . . .