880/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	10 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	811, Nixe, 233

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Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Morning dawns on Connecticut like every other morning. People begin their day, like every other morning. But there's something going on that isn't like every other morning. Up in the sky, there is a streak of light. A shooting star? No, this is something else. Coming in from the outer space, burning in the atmosphere, there's a teardrop-shaped object hurtling through the sky, towards woodlands outside Metropolis.

The impact isn't what many would expect of such an object. When it ceases to burn, several parachutes eject from the top of the craft, slowing it down a great deal. Even still, the craft hits with a large impact, rolling over many times, tearing up the ground before it slams into a large tree and comes to rest. The parachutes gently float down to the ground in contrast with the violent impact.

Nixe has posed:
    Sitting on a fallen log a small distance into the woods, a youth had been helping herself to a breakfast of nature's bounty until the loud crash shook her makeshift camp site. Looking a little less than rested, the blonde-haired youth pops a few berries into her mouth and looks in the direction of the impact with dark bags framing what could otherwise be bright sea-blue eyes.
    She glances back at her seat furtively, then grabs the hollowed-out branch she'd been using for a bowl, shoulders her backpack, and trudges her weathered boots through the under brush to investigate.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
Jogging. That's right, even Ben Tennyson goes out for a jog every once and a while. How he managed to get out here is probably left up to the Omnitrix and XLR8 but there's always more to see than jogging around a neighborhood he's lived in for years. Exploratory jogging seems to have paid off, though, considering the familiar sight of crashing things.

"Oh man." Ben says to himself as he stops short and looks down at the Omnitrix on his wrist. The black and green track suit he's wearing becomes a human-speed blur as he takes off in the direction of the crashing.

"Please don't be an Omnitrix. Please don't be an Omnitrix." is repeated over and over to himself as he gets closer. Somewhere in the middle of that he realizes that if it is that could make him even more awesome. And thus the chant changes.

"Please be another Omnitrix. Please be another Omnitrix."

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
The wreck is silent for a long moment. To all appearances, it's a slightly misshapen craft much like was made late in Earth's space race. The craft is lying against the tree like a discarded bottle, said tree now bent back and partially uprooted. Parachutes made of a silvery material much like super-thin alunimum foil lay scattered about, still attached to the craft by their metallic strings.

Then the craft pops open, the pointed top of the craft ejected off with a pneumatic hiss, leaving an opening just large enough for something vaguely human-shaped to crawl through. And sure enough, a hand reaches out. It's a brown-skinned hand, clawed; the fingers gradually change from completely human to something more birdlike by the tips of the fingers, leaving the claws looking a little like a bird's talons. A second hand reaches out, and the being starts to claw its way out of the craft.

Eventually a black-haired head emerges. A shirtless man with brown skin begins pulling his way out of the craft. It's a slow process though, made worse by the fact that he has a pair of bird wings on his back... and that he doesn't seem to know how to control them! They're getting stuck, preventing him from completely exiting the craft.

Nixe has posed:
A grey sweater pokes around one of the still-standing trees by the time the bird man is halfway out of his pod. That's also about how long it takes the wandering flautist to get second thoughts about moving *towards* the loud crashing sound. Aren't heroes supposed to do that for her?

Freezing on the threshold as she sees a life form coming out, Nerina hesitates for a moment before stepping cautiously into view. She wordlessly watches the man struggle his way out and leans her shoulder against a thick trunk in the brand new clearing his landing just dug through the woods.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
Ben skids to a bit of a halt as he gets close enough to the crash site to realize that there's probably something happening that he can help with. He looks both disappointed and relieved when there's not an Omnitrix waiting for him in obvious space pod. How he manages to rock both emotional expressions at once is anyone's guess but he's doing it. It takes him a moment to realize someone's trying to get out of that thing.

"Hey! Hold on! I'm comin'!" Ben doesn't even notice the other person lingering around because he's drawn with a sense of bravery and responsibility to help. Also, spaceships are cool.

Ben runs up to the pod and extends a hand for the humanoid to take. "Give me your hand." Of course, he's extended the hand with the Omnitrix attached to it. And the moment it gets close to the humanoid it flashes once and he face locks down while a green status circle spins on top of it.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
In his struggles, the bird man doesn't notice Nerina at first. He emits a birdlike hiss of frustration at his inability to extract himself from the craft due to his wings -- yes, birds do hiss. His hands flail, fingers digging deep furrows in the ground as he tries to just brute force his way out. Which ends up not working well at all, because THOSE WINGS ARE ATTACHED, YOU NINNY.

The sound of Ben's voice draws the man's head up, and the gaze of a pair of sharp green eyes fall on Ben. Now that he's looking up, wounds can be seen -- the left side of his face, across his eye on that side, has three shallow claw marks. He's kind of got them all over in fact, those claw wounds. Whether he can understand Ben isn't important; the extended hand is a universal gesture. There is hesitation on the bird man's face, and he stares at Ben's hand uncertainly. Ultimately though, he reaches out slowly and takes hold of the offered hand, tentatively.

Nixe has posed:
Nerina frowns very slightly at another arrival but it might be for the best. All the clawing and hissing isn't encouraging her to come closer and help.

She diverts her eyes at the sudden flash of light before looking back curiously at the youth, not seeming too much younger than she is herself. Well if he can do it...

Walking carefully over the uneven furrows and ridges ploughed by the crash, the blue-eyed young woman steps up behind Ben while popping a couple more berries into her mouth. "He's stuck," she notes astutely.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"A'duh."

Ben has time to do a little sarcastic roll of the eyes over his shoulder at the arrival of someone else that has decided they wanted to eat berries and backseat drive. WHICH IS NOT HELPFUL AT ALL.

"Okay, yeah, you're stuck. I uh..." Ben looks at the Omnitrix even as he pulls a little bit but doesn't want to pull too hard. He doesn't want to hurt the guy. "I could get you out but my Omnitrix is kinda' busy right now." There's still a few more passes of the circle that needs to happen before he can access his forms. "Unless of course, Halle Berry over here wants to give me a hand." Ben turns to LOOK at Nerina. A little help here!

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
It's when Nerina speaks that the man emerging from the craft realizes she's there. He turns in her direction, looking up at her in surprise. He doesn't say anything just yet. Ben speaks then, and he looks back to him. Can he even understand? Hard to tell.

The bird man wriggles a bit in the pod, trying to reposition himself. Then he reaches back with his free hand to try to push the wings down, which doesn't work so well because... well, he can't really reach that well. But it's giving a clearer view of the problem, at least.

It looks like his wings aren't pulled close enough to his body to let him out. There would be enough space for him to squeeze free if they were. But he doesn't seem to be able to push them down. In fact, the wings look like they're fluffed up, which makes sense considering he's agitated.

Nixe has posed:
"He fit on the way in, he should fit on the way out," Nerina replies to the look, rooting her feet where she stands. Maybe she just doesn't like birds - or aliens - or things that disrupt her breakfast. The vagabond looks down curiously at Ben's wrist and points. "What's that vistoso thing on your wrist?"

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
Ben rolls his eyes and goes through the whole spiel once again. Now that he's all famous and stuff he doesn't really have to hide the Omnitrix. "It's the Omnitrix. Google it." Oh! Sarcasm Attack from the Ben of Tennyson!

"Uh..." Ben can kind of see what's going down but he's not so good at the thinking. That's why his cousin is kept around. He starts to look around for another plan and that's when the Omnitrix beeps and the face pops up. "Oh yeah! Now we're talkin'!" Ben lets go of the crashee's hand and takes a step back.

"Stand back, Berry Gordy." Another snide comment sent in Nerina's direction. "It's Hero Time!"

Ben spins the dial on his watch and slams his palm down onto it. There's the instantaneous transformation that happens with nothing but a bright flash of green light for everyone else. For Ben, though, he rolls through an entire transformation sequence that rewrites his genetic code and brings about a whole new brand of hero. This one is called...

"FOUR ARMS!"

The large red humanoid alien raises all four of his arms up as he arrives on the scene in the same spot as Ben was just standing. He cracks the knuckles on two of his hands and looks back down at the problem at hand. "I did this once with a can of Pringles. Piece of cake." Four Arms reaches down with two of those hands to grab onto the metal of the escape pod and he starts bending and peeling the crashed pod open. All the while his other hands reach out for the new alien on the block to take. That universal gesture offered once again... twofold.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Yeah, the appearance of a giant red alien with four arms doesn't put the already-agitated bird man at ease. In fact, he starts to scoot back into the craft! Which, while it will make it more difficult for him to take hold of Ben's now much larger offered hands, it will de-stuck him from the pod's hatch. So there's that.

Though in short order the metal's peeled back, creaking and protesting the whole way. This does make the opening of the pod larger, so he should be able to get loose. Once he realizes that the big giant red monster with four arms isn't going to tear HIM apart too, that is...

Nixe has posed:
"Omni... what?" Nerina dead-pans in incomprehension. Ben might be famous but he's not so famous she's heard of him. The youth furrows her brow as she takes a couple steps back and has to shield her eyes as the young man transforms with a sudden green flash.

"Oh... a transforming watch..." she murmurs, staring waaay up at the new red-skinned alien. She pops another berry and, ever helpful, continues to watch. "Congratulations, you scared it."

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"Ugh. Dude. It's me. I was /just/ helping you a second ago. Nevermind. I've got this."

Four Arms jumps down to the ground and just reaches with all four of those arms to pick up the pod and holds it over his head. And then he starts shaking it. Like he's trying to get the alien dude to just fall out.

"Wrong. He's scared of you and your I'm Too Cool To Help attitude!" Four Arms isn't eactly the easiest thing on the eyes but he's definitely good for getting things done. Like this.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
There is a surprised yelp from the bird man, the sound half a squawk, as the WHOLE CRAFT is just picked up and then upturned! But he does eventually tumble out. He's messed up more than a little, so Ben probably doesn't have much to worry about as for getting attacked. He does, however, scoot out from under the held-up pod.

Once he's out of the way, he looks between Nerina and Ben, frowning a little. It's not a displeased frown, more a curious one. But at least he's not flailing about anymore.

Nixe has posed:
"That's not how you get a bird out of an egg," Nerina notes before the alien comes tumbling out. The vagabond looks down at herself then back at the red-armed shape-shifter as she discretely moves further out of the way. "I'm hungry," is all she bothers to defend with.

Finally seeing the extraterrestrial in full view, her expression... doesn't shift much. The young woman cocks her head and looks down with quiet curiosity before she scoots forward again and crouches down to offer a single berry between her fingers.

"It almost looks human. Maybe this was someone's science project," she muses to herself, looking down with dull calm in her sea-blue eyes. "Puoi parlarne?" the Italian asks in her native tongue.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"A science project?" Four Arms looks confused as the Omnitrix times out and the flash of green light turns him back into Ben Tennyson and he comes wandering over as well. The pod crashes to the ground behind him but he's oblivious. "Do they even have science projects in space? Or high school even?" Of course, Ben would take the jokester route as he moves up to stand aside the Berry Wielder.

"Hey. Dude. You can speak. Don't worry, I'll understand you." Ben holds up his wrist and points at the Omnitrix. "Universal translator, baby." This is even said with a little glance to Nerina. Nyah!

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
A berry? The bird man blinks a little, but accepts the berry. Fortunately there's no weird 'E.T. phone home' crap when his hand invariably brushes against hers in the process. He says something. That is not English. Or Italian. But the universal translator can pick it up! "...Thank you."

Speaking of the translator, when it's mentioned, the bird man tilts his head curiously. "...I should have thought about that. There wasn't time to learn." His voice is high but not unpleasantly so. And he sounds tired.

Nixe has posed:
Nerina looks to her hand briefly when she takes it back, then goes back to eating berries. "<It speaks Italian too?>" she asks of Ben's watch, glancing back at him before the... sound from the bird man draws her attention.

The Italian stares down with a thoroughly-quirked eyebrow as she tries and fails to process the noise. "Gesundheit."

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"He said thank you. But you're a loser for totally not helping me help him!"

Ben rolls his eyes a bit at Nerina and just smiles. "Don't worry about it, dude. I'm Ben Tennyson. Totally awesome superhero of Earth. Savin' aliens with cool ships is what I do." Ben then looks over at Nerina and shrugs. "Apparently, all she does is eat and annoy."

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
If it helps, the bird man doesn't seem to be able to understand Nerina either, as he gives her a look that's just as confused when she speaks. he seems to realize that's going to be a problem, though. He also notes some tension between the now-introduced 'Ben' and the woman he doesn't know.

But an introduction has been offered, so he offers one in return. "Dion Archeval." He doesn't offer any titles or the like. He does, however, try to stand up. He needs to lean heavily on the tree, though.

Nixe has posed:
"He never asked for help," Nerina reasons simply as she gets to the last of her berries. "And he's fine, si?" Eyeing her empty tree branch for a moment, the vagabond sets it on top of Ben's head like a helmet then ducks forward underneath the bird man's arm and helps prop up his shoulder. She's not very big but the slight blonde might be just large enough to use as a crutch.

She gives the 'totally awesome superhero' a pointed look. See? Helping.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"If this messed up my hair..."

Ben snatches the tree off his head and throws it off to the side. "Hey listen. My cousin, she's cool with S.H.I.E.L.D., they kinda' got like a space cops division or something. I think." Ben's being vague on purpose. "Maybe we can hide you out somewhere until I can get in touch with her. Then we can get you to somewhere safe."

Ben grins. "Maybe you can bunk with this chick."

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
That's helpful, Nerina wedging herself under one of his arms to help him stand. The wings hang oddly at his back, as though he's not sure what to do with them. Can't be comfortable, either way. "Thank you," he says to Nerina again. She's heard it once, Ben translated. Perhaps she can recognize it.

He winces a bit at Ben's mention of 'space cops'. "Might have known a planet with this many people would have regulations on visitors from other places," he mutters quietly. A sigh. "A hiding place would be a good idea." Though he blinks at the latter statement. "That would be an imposition. Besides, I don't think she can understand me."

Nixe has posed:
'"<Only if he doesn't try to roost in my hair,>" Nerina replies to Ben more fluidly in Italian, grunting a bit beneath Dion's shoulder. There's not a lot of chick under the youth's baggy sweater to support his weight. "<I thought birds were supposed to be light!>"

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"She says you're fat and for you not to make a nest in her hair unless you buy her dinner first." Ben is having way too much fun being the only one that can understand both of them. This Omnitrix is really coming in handy. He's going to have to use this thing to prank people on a more regular basis.

"I dunno if there's regulations but some of my best friends are aliens. We'll do right by you. You can trust me. And Gwen, my cousin. We care about aliens as much as we care about Earth. Believe me."

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
To be fair, Dion's helping as much as he can. He might not be able to understand what Nerina's saying, but strained grunts are universal. So he pauses a moment. He's a soldier, discipline and the ability to keep going through whatever issues is important. He closes his eyes, takes a few deep breaths, and the tension seems to leave him slightly. Then he shifts, putting more weight on his own feet and less on Nerina's smaller frame.

And then he winces a bit at the 'fat' comment from Ben. "I'm sorry. It's these wings." He pauses, then turns to look at the appendages, the look one full of loathing. "Blasted useless things..." he mutters. Then a sigh. "If it helps, I'm not a vanguard of an invasion force. There will be no others of my people coming here."

Nixe has posed:
Nerina relaxes as some of the bird man's weight eases off of her and while the pair converse in foreign tongue, she takes a moment to look the shirtless alien over. The myriad claw marks are noted, as is the blood that might already be staining her hoodie. The vagabond turns her eyes back to Ben and awaits a translation.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"No worries, man. I've seen alien invasions before. They don't look like chickens. Well, okay, one time they did look like chickens. But with guns. Big guns. You're fine." Ben is trying to be funny and reassuring at the same time. He's probably failing at both. That's usually his forte. Failure.

"Don't be so quick to harsh your wings, man. I've been through plenty scrapes where a little wing action has saved my butt." And then he's turning to Nerina. "He thinks you're cute and wonders if you like younger guys. Alien guys?" What.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
It's true, Dion's kind of getting a little bit of blood on Nerina. There's not a lot he can do about that, though; he's kind of bleeding. Though at least he's managed to stand up more-or-less straight. His wings are hanging at a weird angle, some of the feathers are twisted, and they just look really uncomfortable. And he's shedding, partly from the abuse he'd put them through just a short time ago, and partly because he's upset.

Dion pauses... and sighs a bit. "There are... other considerations." Pause. "...Never mind. Where should we go to be safe?" To note, he hasn't reacted to Ben's 'translation', and he's not looking at Nerina all hopeful-like.

Nixe has posed:
Nerina blinks rapidly and takes an extra moment to make sure she's translated the English right, then the short blonde turns and squints up at Dion's face, trying to read his angular features. Being already under his arm, that might not leave much personal space.

"<Younger guys? He looks a lot older than me.>"

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"Uh, bird years?" Ben can't cover his tracks too well on that one but he figures he might as well quit while he's ahead. "He's wondering where you guys are gonna' hide out? I'd say somewhere the feathers won't be all obvious. Maybe the zoo?" Ben is already grabbing his phone and starting to get his text message on so that Gwen can come and fix all of this sooner rather than later.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Dion senses the shift of movement and turns his head down to look at Nerina, as she looks up at him. He can't communicate with her, but he does offer a universal sound -- a questioning 'hnn?'. Yeah, he does look a little older than Nerina does. Not by much, no. But it's enough to be noticeable. He doesn't know what Ben's telling her; he just hopes it's accurate. He seems to be able to understand, though.

Nixe has posed:
Nerina stares back at length, searching Dion's piercing eyes and expression for clues to his thoughts. It's an intense scrutiny but only for a few seconds. The vagabond quirks an eyebrow then turns back to Ben with a deadpanned expression.

"He'll just stay in the bird bath at my mansion," she dismisses flatly.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"Oooookay. Sarcasm noted." Ben rolls his eyes a bit and holds up his phone. "Okay, do you at least have a way I can reach you when I get ahold of my cousin? Unless, y'know, you want to take the responsibility of this new alien species landing on Earth onto your shoulders? Because I can be good with that. I've got homework. And I'm failing Biology."

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Dion looks between Nerina and Ben, not quite understanding. He is, however, paying attention. Not just to the words. Tone. Inflection. That kind of thing. He's picking up the sarcasm, yes. And he gets the feeling that... maybe these two don't like each other so much? He doesn't know either of them so he's not going to make any assumptions yet.

Nixe has posed:
"<What responsibility? You just turned into a four-armed monster the size of a shed. Who cares about a half-bird?>" Nerina replies flippantly, hefting Dion's arm a bit more to signal she's ready for his weight and giving a slight tug to turn him back towards his ship.

"<Ask him if there's anything in the ship, yes? Food, supplies, equipment...>"

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"Not a monster. An alien. And I'm a superhero. People love when I go Four Arms." Ben just explains this as obviously as the sky is sometimes blue. He actually doesn't realize that maybe some people get freaked ut at the sight of his crazy aliens. He's more about the heroing!

"She wants to know if there's anything left on your ship." Ben has no idea if this bird dude can understand him but he's definitely making the attempt. The Omnitrix probably will assist in some way.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Dion looks confused as Nerina turns him towards his ship again. "There's nothing there. It's just an escape pod," he says. Hopefully Ben will translate it properly. He hates that he has to rely on someone just to communicate with another. But it can't be helped.

He shakes his head to Ben's question. "There isn't," he says again. "It's an escape pod. It's not meant to sustain anyone for longer than it takes to get away from a destroyed ship."

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"It's a piece of crap escape pod, he says. Nothing there worth salvaging." Ben actually translates the information correctly for once. Which has a lot to do with the fact that he's tired of arguing with this person. Although, he still gets to make another dig at her. "So it looks like you're out of luck on stuff to pawn." Zing!

Nixe has posed:
"<You mean it's out,>" Nerina corrects with a glance towards Dion. "<More food for him to catch or steal... whatever he eats.>"

Crouching down, the vagabond slides out from under Dion and leaves him to stand (or fall) on his own as she takes a few steps away. Pausing, she looks back over her shoulder and brushes a loose bang out of her face. "<I wonder who he'd rather follow...>" she muses dryly. The incomprehensible vagabond or the friendly shapeshifter that speaks his language. Tough choice.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Fortunately Dion seems to have gotten his second wind, so when Nerina slides out from under his arm, he can stand properly. Though... now he wonders what to do now? Again he looks between the two of them, uncertainly this time.

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
"Oy." Ben rolls his eyes and motions for the bird dude to come with. "Fine. I'll do /everything/ and find him some place to hide. You go ahead and look out for yourself and your berries and hope you never need someone too!" Ben pockets his phone and gives a nod to Dion. "Come on, man. Let's get you a really big trenchcoat. And a fedora."

Nixe has posed:
"<Says the kid more worried about homework than lunch,>" Nerina laughs darkly as she turns and resumes walking off into the woods, not giving the winged alien so much as a second glance.

Dion Archeval (811) has posed:
Dion heads over to Ben's side as he's beckoned over. Isn't much else he can do. Though as Nerina turns, he frowns a bit. Concern? Disapproval? Hard to say. But he doesn't offer any parting words either. Instead he looks to Ben. He bows, placing a hand over his heart. His words are suddenly more formal. "...Please accept my humblest apologies, on behalf of the Ousparian Royal Family." Pause. "...I... may not be anymore, but I was once their Prince. Your kindness is appreciated, though I cannot repay it."

Ben Tennyson (233) has posed:
Ben watches the woman walk off and then huffs to himself before he spins all the way back around. "No worries, Colonel Sanders. Let's get you out of here before you end up on LexTube." Ben then leads the way off towards a particular direction. "I'll take you to my house. We have a huge tree in our backyard. Maybe you can build a nest or somethng..." Oh, this is going to be insane.