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[It is a nice day out with a warm breeze, the crystal, blue water stretching out in every direction, and vultures circling overhead. You find yourself drifting across the waters in a small life boat. It still has its two oars so rowing is an option, but with the expanse of blue in every direction where to go may not be an easily answered question.

Ah, and yes, one Tyki Mikk is with you draped over the edge. Hopefully, he isn't sea sick.

Yo ho, mateys!]

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My, it is nice to have someone appreciate a little of the unexpected.

[They wave bye-bye to the town of good eatin' as they follow the tightly packed and many sets of footprints until they reach a clearing where the footprints simply stop in front of an altar. The altar is crude and made of stone. Four pedestals roughly in the shape of some four legged animal support each corner. Three are in a bowing position while one is rearing up.

For those with supernatural senses it feels odd and definitely has a residue of strong magic. For those without, it just looks bizarre.]

A portal?

In our case it is a little cheating, but I don't mind.

[Even with senses, that definitely looked a little bizarre. Tyki without fear steps forward and kicks the edge of it with his toe, tapping it lightly. He rubbed the edge of his hair near his scalp, messing up his hair in thought.]

Doesn't look like the Ark, but maybe?

Depends what is on the other side.

[Touching it will get the air above the alter to shimmer like looking through water. Tyki walks up and sticks a hand in it. It disappears and he is able to pull his hand back without any loss of limb. A grin spreads across his face. Yes, this will do nicely.]

Shall we?

[And by shall we, he gives the other a push in first.]

You do have a point.

[He watches the area above and looks at the water like effect, then down at his arm disappearing. Tyki made the mistake of moving closer for an inspection because then he was being pushed. Oh thanks, other self.

Tyki didn't even get a chance to retort before falling through.] That was dirty. Why do I trust you again?

You trust me? Now that is good to know.

[He follows behind shortly enough. And the first thing of note is how everything is gray scale in here. Here being some sort of broken down Greek archway with nothing but mist ten feet out. It should be cold or at least gives the impression of it, but it doesn't have a temperature at all. Just as bleak and unmentionable as the coloring.]

Though I really should stop leaning over things around you.

[He's just sitting there on the floor from where he was pushed, having decided that regaining his footing was the least of his priorities. His head is tilted back to look at everything, hands curled into the ground for that proper brace.] Now doesn't this seem inviting.

It might be wise.

[Though he is leaning over the man now as he takes in his surroundings. Truth be told, Tyki is still much more interested in him than any landscape. Might even attempt to curl a hand lightly in his hair.]

Loss of color? No. Not at all. Probably something nasty with large teeth waiting out there. Though you wouldn't be afraid of that, would you?

[He has quite a lot of hair still even if he's trimmed a bit since he last saw him. He's been keeping appearances for the most part so it's not an entire huge mop head, even if it is still messy. He'll just give him a look at him down it.]

Not really. The most dangerous thing out here is probably you and I.

[Moves the hand from hair to his chin to tilt face. Ignoring spooky place? Yeah.]

It takes some of us quite a long time to realize that. How very good of you.

[Touch is not a foreign thing to Tyki as he chooses it. From a family member, his guard isn't automatically up. But this is starting to make him a little curious.]

I don't see how it would take them a while. They should know that quickly.

[Then will he be allowing Tyki to dip his fingers into his throat?]

Maybe they hit their head one too many times.

[Now that's the thing. Whether he allows it or not, his fingers could technically dip into his throat. At first, he may not allow it right away.]

What are you doing anyways?

[It could, but manners taught me to ask first and then take by force when the answer was no.]

Just seeing exactly where your limits are.

We have limits?

[He's not really denying him access. The first sign of any yank and he wouldn't be able to touch anymore, but for now, there's nothing resisting. It's such a far question seeing as he knows he has some limits. More personal ones.]

Don't tempt me.

[No yanking. Just moving fingers from the base of his skull down his spine.]

Where would the fun in that be?

[This would feel strange if he wasn't use to other things moving around inside of him. At least the Tease are kept in there in a different way. Ignore the way his back arches just a little.]

[He stops his hand and lays it out flat near the end of the other's rib cage.]

I can think of more than one way it could be fun.

You said there were more of you, right? Or at least another body to take your place.

[And then the other lost his touching privileges. Because while he trusts the other, he knows how he himself can get at these times.]

I said maybe there were more of me. Our other sets are stored away in a box only the Val bitch knows about. There may be another one of me in there. There may not. She can't make more. She uses only what she's got.

Edited (butchering words at 7am) 2012-10-13 11:21 (UTC)

[You are a wise, wise man. He brings back his hand bringing the knuckles to his own lips.]

What number are you exactly?

[He rubs against his chest with a scratch against his scars. Yeah, he knows him better than himself. If possible. Sorta. That's just hard to phrase. But to answer that he'll shift his fingers down against his pants and push them down a bit towards his V-line where his barcode is]

2.4...

[Attempting to take the other's wrists and rise pulling them both up.]

[It takes a second for Tyki to let him grab him again.] Up we go.

[Picking a random direction of gray mist and walking toward it.]

[He'll follow after him, fishing out another long lollipop stick, though there is no sweet on it. He'll just go about chewing it] Mm.

[After walking in gray for a bit they'll find a light sort of appear out of the fog before them. And maybe it isn't so much a light as a barrel with a fire burning out of it. Gray human figures stand around it staring at it. Some look perfectly fine while others looked mangled with gunshot wounds, missing limbs and even one poor fellow with a scar from shoulder to hip.

Tyki waves as he approaches, but no of them respond to him.]