[A hand gently stroking Karen's leathery head, Jim sighed, already planning whatever course of action he could accomplish with his limited sources. He'd need a home, somewhere near water so it'd be easier for Karen, and hopefully the water would be drinkable - it'd save him a extra step. Food had to be found, either earned or what have you; stealing in a area full of knights didn't sound too appealing, and Jim would never be keen on killing an animal. His clothes would do just fine.
All this, that is, just in case he couldn't find an instant way back. The Queen had already said their wasn't any way back, which helped solidify his deduction on that this wasn't his earth. Besides, maybe he was here for a reason? Life always seemed to work that way for him, and back home, the only duties he had to attend to were self-planned fossil excavations - he hadn't signed up for any duel tourneys, so no one would be expecting him. His friends, however, might find out of his absence, but that was a worry for another day.
Patting Karen on the head, clicking his tongue to tell her it was time to go, Jim stood, arms stretched high as he groaned. It was only then that he blinked stupidly with his one eye, arms slack in the air when he heard someone call to him. Lowering his arms, Jim looked on at what appeared to be a young boy with a bird companion, the boy shoe-less and wearing a mailman-looking hat, and had bandages over his eye. Jim's hand came to brush against the bottom of his own, before he smiled to himself. It was almost as if he was looking into some strange mirror.
Walking a bit forward, he waved to the boy, eyeing the bird with a curious glance before he sent the kid a smile, one warm but not completely whole; he was a little tired, but that was to be expected.] Hey there.
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All this, that is, just in case he couldn't find an instant way back. The Queen had already said their wasn't any way back, which helped solidify his deduction on that this wasn't his earth. Besides, maybe he was here for a reason? Life always seemed to work that way for him, and back home, the only duties he had to attend to were self-planned fossil excavations - he hadn't signed up for any duel tourneys, so no one would be expecting him. His friends, however, might find out of his absence, but that was a worry for another day.
Patting Karen on the head, clicking his tongue to tell her it was time to go, Jim stood, arms stretched high as he groaned. It was only then that he blinked stupidly with his one eye, arms slack in the air when he heard someone call to him. Lowering his arms, Jim looked on at what appeared to be a young boy with a bird companion, the boy shoe-less and wearing a mailman-looking hat, and had bandages over his eye. Jim's hand came to brush against the bottom of his own, before he smiled to himself. It was almost as if he was looking into some strange mirror.
Walking a bit forward, he waved to the boy, eyeing the bird with a curious glance before he sent the kid a smile, one warm but not completely whole; he was a little tired, but that was to be expected.] Hey there.