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[This was not how he was supposed to celebrate the world not getting destroyed. They were going to have waffles. He had his chef's hat and everything. No. Instead of that, he found himself sitting in the middle of some treehouse near a lake. Well, that didn't last long. After ripping off the stupid pants places on him, he hopped to the ground. With his scanners and computer systems, he started doing a sweep of the place. All the life signs were coming from the east. Time to get walking. While he does, he'll take a look at this book he found with his name on it. His real name.
Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.
After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]
So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.
[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]
Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.
Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.
After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]
So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.
[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]
Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.
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