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[hearthunted]

WHO: Graham/The Huntsman & ota
WHEN: February 9th-12th
WHAT: Settling in
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: mentions of death

[Arrival]

It feels like he's dying, because he is. He's sure of that much. And then, with barely a thought, he's not anymore. He's no longer in the darkened sheriff's office in Storybrooke but standing on some street in broad daylight. Not any street in Storybrooke, either. He knows them all. The only clue to his location is a sign that says "Gazin" with an arrow. But where is Gazin? How did he get here? And how does he know he's not dead...or about to be?

The only thing here at all is the sign, so he supposes there's nothing for it but to start walking in the direction it indicates. So he does. When he arrives in the town, he'll look a bit out of place in his modern clothes, the shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the vest and tie, the five-pointed sheriff's badge pinned to his vest. At least he's got practical shoes on.

[Around town]

It hadn't taken him long to slip back into the Huntsman part of him, now that he knows about it. Graham had been a fabrication, anyway. The person someone else wanted him to be. But now, somehow, he has control over himself again.

He's shed the modern clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived in favor of something more fitting to the place, and the title of Huntsman. He's got a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He'll have to pay them off, but with his arrangement to provide meat for the butcher and the taverns, that's something he can manage.

In fact, it's to the tavern that he heads, after dropping off his kill for the day at the butcher. He'll have a pint and maybe something to eat before heading home.

Comments

Arrival

[realmjumper]

The clothes were enough to tell Eufemia that he didn't belong in this world, that he was as much of a stranger as the rest of him. The more their circle grew, the less she felt alone. This was not a simple mistake on her part, this was nothing to do with her but some unseen force that pulled them here. Why? It wasn't clear. Maybe when enough people arrived, they would finally learn the truth? For now, they had to be patient.

"What's your name?" She asked, approaching him.

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[notwithoutafight]

This is not the weirdest dream Videl has ever had, but it's definitely in the top five. Because that's what this has to be: a dream. There's no way that she actually fell thousands of feet out of the sky (because her helicopter disappeared while she was flying it) and ended up in a weird fantasy village. Clearly, she needs to stop leaving the television on at night when she goes to bed.

Since this is a dream world and all, it doesn't matter what she says or does. None of this is real, including the people.

Which is why the short teenage girl is looking Graham up and down with a dubious expression as he enters town. Unlike the other townsfolk, this guy is dressed in normal clothes. Light glinting off his sheriff's badge catches her eye, and one eyebrow goes up. "What're you supposed to be, a fantasy policeman?"

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[dualikey]

Well that's not something he's expecting to see.

Sora has spent his time in and out of all kinds of worlds, of all kinds of stories. He's used to finding himself in the middle of one and trying to figure out who everyone is, what they're doing, how to help. It might not be the little island he's used to, with sea salt air and the slow circle of gulls overhead, but mysterious paths and unfamiliar cities are their own kind of normal. The forest seems to stretch out all around him and Sora walks because there isn't anything else to do. He'd shouted out his 'hello?' what feels like hours ago and come up with nothing but empty air.

And now it looks like walking really was the answer all along. There's a sign with an arrow and Sora pauses, leans forward to squint at it, "-Gazin?" only to give up shortly afterward. It's not a name he recognizes. Or at least, he's pretty sure he doesn't recognize it. But because of that sign it can't be far off, right?

With renewed spirits Sora starts forward again, eyes on the horizon for the moment that the city comes into view. But it isn't a city that appears first. It's another person. Whoa but that isn't just any person. Sora recognizes that uniform, he knows what it means.

"Hey hey! Mister Police Officer!"

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[savedbylove]

Emma had bartered for the clothes she now wears, having arrived with her normal everyday wear. She could admit that she felt uncomfortable in these clothes but they seemed to fit in more with the atmosphere. She was perched on a barstool when she heard footfalls behind her. Turning, Emma's mouth fell open, not expecting to see Graham, here of all places.

"G-Graham?" She asked, turning to fully face him.