[Alive. He was alive. That was something, at least. There was something definitely wrong about this place - he was completely cut off from his magic, for one thing, which caused him no shortage of distress when he first crawled out of the water - but now that he had some time to pull himself together, he could at least look on the bright side. Mainly, that he wasn't dead.
Seeing someone in the distance, he called out to them.]
Hello! Yes, you! Be a pal and tell me what world this is.
[He doesn't seem phased by any potentially monstrous features the other person might have.]
two;
These are ridiculous. I love them.
[At least, he would if he were just watching it happen to other people and not about to go through it himself. But a fur-bearing trout? He couldn't help but laugh at that. Did some poor sap really end up like that?
He looks over his shoulder and sees a man glaring daggers at him. He leans in to the nearest monster (or fellow not-yet-monster new arrival) and whispers.]
Who pissed in his cornflakes this morning?
three (demon);
[Part of him thought that it wouldn't actually happen to him. Not that he wanted to remain a powerless, squishy human, but the fact that this world's magic worked as well on him as it did on anyone else was a bit disappointing. Nonetheless, he was prepared for this, and when the first shockwaves of pain shoot through him he remains surprisingly composed. It's just pain, after all.
He feels something split through his forehead, blood dripping down his face. His head is pounding, as if someone were yanking something right out of his skull. Once the pain subsides, he's left with a pair of curved, black horns coming out of his forehead.]
Anyone got a mirror?
[Several creatures had horns, but perhaps getting a look at them could help narrow it down a little.]
Randall Flagg | The Dark Tower
[Alive. He was alive. That was something, at least. There was something definitely wrong about this place - he was completely cut off from his magic, for one thing, which caused him no shortage of distress when he first crawled out of the water - but now that he had some time to pull himself together, he could at least look on the bright side. Mainly, that he wasn't dead.
Seeing someone in the distance, he called out to them.]
Hello! Yes, you! Be a pal and tell me what world this is.
[He doesn't seem phased by any potentially monstrous features the other person might have.]
two;
These are ridiculous. I love them.
[At least, he would if he were just watching it happen to other people and not about to go through it himself. But a fur-bearing trout? He couldn't help but laugh at that. Did some poor sap really end up like that?
He looks over his shoulder and sees a man glaring daggers at him. He leans in to the nearest monster (or fellow not-yet-monster new arrival) and whispers.]
Who pissed in his cornflakes this morning?
three (demon);
[Part of him thought that it wouldn't actually happen to him. Not that he wanted to remain a powerless, squishy human, but the fact that this world's magic worked as well on him as it did on anyone else was a bit disappointing. Nonetheless, he was prepared for this, and when the first shockwaves of pain shoot through him he remains surprisingly composed. It's just pain, after all.
He feels something split through his forehead, blood dripping down his face. His head is pounding, as if someone were yanking something right out of his skull. Once the pain subsides, he's left with a pair of curved, black horns coming out of his forehead.]
Anyone got a mirror?
[Several creatures had horns, but perhaps getting a look at them could help narrow it down a little.]