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Ivan had said pretty much nothing the entire time. He glared at the native king, but knew it would be neither wise nor helpful to make some sort of snarky comment.

He stared into the bushes and thought he saw something move. It wasn't a tenticled monster. It seemed to be the shape of his old Master. But when he looked again, it was gone.

Maybe I'm just tired, he thought. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. He suddenly felt very, very tired. The world in front of him seemed to spin. His head ached.

He sat down, holding his head in his hands. I just want to get home. I want to rest. He felt tears rise to his eyes, but he held back. Why should he be crying now? He decided that the recent stress and the lack of sleep was playing with his head. He raised his head and looked blearily at Vissarion.

"Vissy, do you think it's alright if I sleep?"
 
"Yes, my fr--I mean total stranger." The swordsman winked at Ivan. "I'm not otherwise needed right now, so wherever you find a spot to doze off, I'll keep watch nearby, in case that odd fellow _does_ intrude; and I'll wake you up if necessary."


OOC: Span-Inq, if Lonny doesn't take over Vissarion as she was going to, you can play him in a pinch.
 
"Thanks," said Ivan, "I just need a few hours. I've been awake for longer. I really don't know what my problem is." He crumpled a nearby leaf to dust. Then, he lay down and stared at the sky. If he didn't sleep, he'd at least get some rest.
 
OOC: Vissarion and Ivan were the first to discover a native human presence in this world. With some assistance from Vissarion, Dayhawk's wonder-women have established friendly communication with the natives. It turns out that the monsters Vissarion is at war with are also enemies of the natives. There is one monster of a similar kind but not exactly the same, who is a friend to humans, though our characters have not yet communicated with it. Right now, all of us are being shown a friendly welcome by the natives--who, by the way, do NOT know who built the "castle" in which our adventure began.
 
Keeping watch over the sleeping Ivan, Vissarion saw the young man Darron passing near, and beckoned him over. Quietly he said to Darron: "Have you gotten to hear anything of Jade's discussions with the natives?"
 
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Keeping watch over the sleeping Ivan, Vissarion saw the young man Darron passing near, and beckoned him over. Quietly he said to Darron: "Have you gotten to hear anything of Jade's discussions with the natives?"
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"Not much, really," Darron replied. "What I have heard, I couldn't understand. They're speaking in a language I've never heard before."
 
Vissarion saw the young woman Pyralia, and asked her if she knew how things were progressing with Jade and the natives.
 
Pyralia had no information about the conference, either. So Vissarion loitered where he was, having promised to keep watch over the sleeping Ivan.
 
"No news that our super-ladies have shared yet, anyway," replied Vissarion to Ivan. I imagine that much of the talking time has been consumed with explaining TO the natives how WE come to be here."
 
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"No news that our super-ladies have shared yet, anyway," replied Vissarion to Ivan. I imagine that much of the talking time has been consumed with explaining TO the natives how WE come to be here."
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(ooc are we in their villiage or just wondering around???)
 
"The super-chicks are being awful slow, then," Ivan grumbled. Again, he stared into the bushes and thought he saw something move. He thought he saw a pair of eyes.
"Look at that!" he pointed in that direction.
 
Vissarion ran, not straight at the bushes, but to a point where he could see anyone emerging _toward_ Ivan or in the opposite direction. "Show yourself!" he shouted.
 
Out of the bushes crawled a very dirty boy. His clothes were torn, and it looked as if he hadn't slept for a very long time.
"Sorry, sir," he said as he came out, "I wasn't spying or anything. I was just making sure you weren't bad people." He shuddered and began to cry.
"I'm lost," he managed to choke out, "I was..at home and now I'm here. I don't know what happened."
"Wimp," muttered Ivan.
 
Vissarion's reaction was naturally quite different from Ivan's. Sheathing his sword, he went and crouched down at eye-level with the unhappy boy. "Hello, son, my name is--Vissy. There's a bunch of us here who got lost the same way as you. Did you ever have a strong wind push at you when you were outdoors? Well, something like a big wind pushed that man and me, and some other people too, into this place. I'm sorry I don't know how any of us are supposed to get home; but I'll do what I can to keep you safe."
 
"Well," the boy said, "I was outside, watching my little brother. He was hiding from me, under the shed." The boy wiped his nose, "Who knows what will happen to him when I'm not around. Horrible things have been happening lately. I'm afraid without me to protect him..." he couldn't finish the sentence, "Of course, Papa and Mom are there, but what about at night? He'll be all alone in his room." He gave Vissarion a miserable look.
"And I'm all dirty. You might not think it matters, but dirt bothers me." He tried to brush himself off and straighten his hair.
"Mom thinks I'm obssesive-compulsive. I just like to be neat. My name is Dmitri, by the way. Call me Mitya." He wiped his hand on his shirt and held it out to shake.
 
Vissarion shook hands, then told Mitya, "There are other people who _belong_ in this place; we lost ones have just met them a short time ago. They're friendly, but they speak a different language. Only one of the people with us, a nice lady called Jade, is able to understand them. Still, I'll bet they have some way that you could get some kind of bath. They're over in this direction..."
 
"Nice lady, my butt. My name is Ivan, by the way." He shook hands with the kid, "I can't say it's nice to meet you, but at least you're not an elf."
Mitya ignored the comment.
"Are you Russian," he asked, "or do you just have a Russian name?"
"What? No. My master just liked the name Ivan." He turned to Vissarion.
"Any idea what he's talking about?"
 
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