Floatport: Not with a bang, but a whimper.

[Lyrenth]

Things started out, in this new world, for redmage....not with a bang...but with a whimper, mostly a whimper of pain as he awoke, and promptly clonked his head upon *something* that limited both his vision, and his lightsource, and apparently his vertical movement! Most distressing, considering it stopped about five feet from where he supposedly lay...though up and down, he knew were relative so....with a slight application of Aero, he pushed...well, he *intended* to push, but the ingrained subconscious impulse of all sentient beings...well, some, to get out of the dark, spurred him to use the pulse of air-magic to drive the door off his hidey-hole...and into some unfortunate passerby, by the sound of it...but since no other cries, screams, and shouts stampeded his hearing, he was allowed time to clear his sight of the after-flash of bright light....to find himself in a small, clean built room. well...this certainly wasn't Terra...Since the wall in-front of him was most definitely not made of stone, blowing up, or in fact disfiguring into a monster that was going to jump out at him. So with this conclusion, he peeled himself out of the...trunk. A trunk. Really? Found himself with all his clothes. Red cape, trousers, cape, hat, feather...slightly bent, but straighten-able. Good.

And so the adventure of Redmage on this world started in what he would later learn to be Floatport, not with a real bang...but with a whimper of the unfortunate whom he had hit with a door. Thinking of which...he really didn't check to see who was under it, and simply made his exit, with nary a backward glance or a stinging retort from his concious....though whether or not he had one still was up to debate, since it had yet to raise it's ugly head.

Not trusting himself to speak, he hurried along, oblivious to where he was going, his mind running like it was on haste, and his body automatically moving to dodge objects and people, since no one seemed to look *down* ...as bad a habit as not looking up. That let at least, forced out a pleased chuckle, of sorts, the little chain wrapped in his hands jingling as he walked, the chain much like a stress-ball to some people. Made of mithril and long enough to wrap around his hand once, he really took it off, or loosened the tight knot on it. Finally, trusting himself to speak, he stopped....only to find himself in a corridor devoid of people...Surprise, Surprise...

[xenomina]

Oh, but the corridor would not be empty for long. Footsteps rang out as a figure turned a corner from the other end of the wall.

Albert Wesker had found himself on this strange floating port but a mere hour ago, his metal0 briefcase next to him. He had woken up only to find out he was not longer laying in the bedroom in his comfortable chateau in France; but instead what he could only assume was either a very effective hallucination or a dream (though it did not take much for him to learn otherwise.) Through trail and error of speaking with the locals (he very much wanted to just slaughter whomever wouldn't give him a proper answer) he had gathered some information. He was on a Floatport currently in transit between New Pork City and Monsteropolis. This had confounded the scientist, as he has never heard of these cities ever in his life.

What confused him even more is that everyone said that he was in "this world". What he thought was just blatant sarcasm at first, turned into what was assumed to be the accepted answer, as that was what he was told with every person he had asked. A couple of more helpful workers went on explain that he must have been a new arrival, and that this world was the hodge-podge of many characters ripped from their own realities to life and fight each other in order to please a being known as Master Hand. Though the name seemed to come straight from the R&D of Umbrella, Master Hand was apparently the ruler and deity of this world.

Wesker had decided that despite the very strange circumstances, there may be some great opportunities to be had. So, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to sort through all the information he had gathered, Wesker had decided to try to find someplace quiet to rest and contemplate his next move. It was when he had turn that corner, that he saw the small human clad in red. Just what he needed right now, another odd character to bother him.

[Lyrenth]

Well, it wasn't as if he was in a mood to bug anybody. he was about as bewildered as some, though he had a theory, a theory that had worked once, and perhaps work again!...Everybody around him was thusly insane *but!* He was sane! He had to be! ....But then again the theory of alternate universes had been found to be true, of cours,e that was a known fact in the world he'd come from.....But it was impossible, nay, no, he'd learned Impossible was nothing, no, it was more *improbable* that all these different places had been mish-mashed together, but then again, if this 'master-hand' was a god, truly, a deity, whether beatific or maleficient, physics, even metaphysics, should probably be lefft out the front door.

It was this mindset the large man would find Redmage, hauling himself up on a convenient windowsill, his smallish body easily finding a semi-comfortable resting spot as he brought up a small reedpipe, made out of a curiously light looking bone, and slowly he blew in it, the idea that if metaphysics be damned, then a chocobo *would* be here! Maybe even Vail, his chocobo! a small sound, tinyn at first, but preposterously growing 'large' enough to fill the hallway 'Doo da da doo doo, doo da da, doo deedly dee doo...' and on it went, the sound issuing not from the pipe, but from all around, the air bein gbuffeted out of the way.....as a black blur shot past the large man, a 'Wark!' issuing forth a sit skidded to a halt, Vail, the black chocobo, companion since redmage's baby-days, was a chocobo sized for him....therefore the size of a small pony. 'Wark!' it sounded off again, stuffing it's beak under redmage's coat in a reassurance gesture, redmage's eyes closing as he layed a hand atop the large bird's head, the fingers rustling through the feathers as the other hands brought mall celery like stalks from his coat to feed the chocobo, as a reward of course....he personally thought the brid needed a diet, but was ratherunwilling to be literally pecked to death for saying it out loud.

But the bird occupied all of Redmage's attention then, an imbecilic grin on his face as his forehead met the chocobo's.-

[xenomina]

Wesker was a bit confused as he heard music fill the air, dismissing it as someone turning on a radio, but when a black bird shot passed him to meet the man in red only for the music to end abruptly, that was far more strange than what he had seen so far. Still, Wesker felt that he should probably introduce himself. It would give him something to do, and he may be able to gather more information of this world. At that point, allies were not to be expected, everyone seemed to just seethe in a kindness that could only be that of a good samaritan, definitely not what he would call allies. Pawns perhaps, but nothing more.

[Lyrenth]

Noncommitally, he coo'ed at the black bird as it came to rest it's head in his lap, his eyes closing as he yawned a bit, but began to reverse that decision as his eyes met blackboots, and his eyes raised...and raised..and raised, his head cocked to a bit. "Let me guess....your either the extremist of a good cause wanting to recruit the rough way, the commander of an elite mercenary army that's looking to hire gullible fodder to throw at an evil army....or your the most badass son of a behemoth this side of the crystal lake?" "he" said, with a slight grin on "his" face "Or perhaps your going to shoot me, either way..." 'he' said with 'his' head cocked. "Your going to say something....try not to say something that doesn't end in 'the prophet's name' shall we?'

[xenomina]

Wesker could not help but give out a low chuckle at the small man's remark, perhaps this man would be not so annoying as the others he had met so far. "I can only assume you are as unfamiliar in this land as I am. My name is Albert Wesker." he cleared his throat. "Doctor Albert Wesker," he corrected, extending his hand in greetings. "And you are..?"

[Lyrenth]

A soft shrug came from 'his' shoulders, 'his' cape, not quite tied properly slipped down to reveal that hsi shirt wa sslightly open in the middle, perhaps a shirt afemale might wear, but the robe was back in in place, and his soft voice rang out softly, the chocobo giving a sibilant 'kweh' as 'he' did so. "Doctor..." 'He' said almost savoring the word before 'he' nodded. "Redmage..." 'he' said softly, the voice silky as he looked and met weskers 'gaze' slowly, again the robe slipped and 'he' let out a soft sound of annoyance, before his voice, a little less manly before rang out, 'his' concentration slipping "This land is quite annoying considering it's this and that land, makes me want to simply blow it to peices."

[xenomina]

While Redmage looked and acted very much like a male, her voice and handshake suggested otherwise. Who was this interesting being? Redmage honestly somewhat reminded him of Alfred Ashford, female and male trapped in one brain. Of course, Alfred was insane; but he was dead now, so none of that really mattered. Wesker found himself becoming curiously intrigued by the true gender of the delightfully evil human before him, something he's have to look into later.

"Indeed," he agreed, a smile peeking onto his face. "Though I admit, I am quite curious as to what 'This World' holds exactly. I wish to know what dirty little secrets this new...home holds, what people and creatures can be taken advantage of." He sighed. "I do long to return to the days of experiments and test tubes, oh to be young again.."

[Lyrenth]

Another shrug, and 'he slowly made 'his way down to the floor leaning upon the chocobo as he got down. "....This world is pointless, is what it is, like an artist who decided he was bored with the original concept...I'm just eager to get out of this particular.....place, since it doesn't seem very informative. " 'He said with a blanch, "Though i've only recently...arrived it seems to this place, so I don't know head from tails, Who knows, maybe i will meet somethin with a tail for a head..." 'he' said with an mused smirk as he led his chocobo down the corridor, turning a half step back to Wester. "Well Doctor...shall we attempt to find someone who can at least be "tickled" into informing us?"

[xenomina]

Wesker's smile widened, he could get used to the name, Doctor. It had always been Wesker, or Comrade or Albert. But doctor...it rolled of the tongue in such a way that oozed professionalism, and he liked it. He cracked his knuckles with malevolent glee before following his new found friend. "I'm sure someone has some information that I have yet to extract...I wonder what the screams of these people are like?"

[Lyrenth]

"Perhaps it's an entire world of octave screamers? Touch one off, and then they all go up and down like a drunken, or, rather good opera singer." 'he' mused rhetoricaly....missing the fact his cape was dangling several inches on the floor...perfect to be stept on as he shrugged. "So doctor, where do we begin to surgically remove the cancer of knowledge from these poor patients?"

[xenomina]

"The first one we pass shall be suffice, I plan on getting as much information as possible from every person on this ship, even if it requires some convincing on our own part," Wesker had not noticed the cape, and with each step, he got unknowing close to ruining a perfectly good red cape.

[Lyrenth]

"Passingly." 'He' said with a shrug, "but then again every bit of knowledge is a peice of a puzzle that grows more complete the moe we rip the peices out of those who decide their secrets are instead 'good' for the people they withold them...." 'He' said, with the grin that would've suited more a creature made of evil energy, as the cape dangled a bit further,

[xenomina]

It was that bit of length that had done it, another step, and Wesker had pinned the cape against the floor, causing it to rip against the strain.

[Lyrenth]

-Shefor now it was undeniably a she, the cloak that hid her chest being torn away, hr body being slammed to the groundlik a sack of potatoes as Vail, her chocobo eyed her with what seemed for all intents and purposes to be a chocobo's version of a 'I told you so' look. While not particularly chesty, Redmage wasn't quite lacking, the shirt she wore, however was enough to give her modesty, and without the magical circlet hidden coveniently within the confines of the cape. ( And now horribly reduced to scrap) her voice was sharp and clear, rather like the air during a very cold day. "Ouch! I knew I should have.....Stop being smug, you oversized bird." She muttered as she began to collect her pack....but then she took her hat off, inspecting the feather, the pendant around her neck swinging idly, a shard of black crystal within it as she worried the feather in one angle or the other.