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[Here Luceti, have another New Feather. A young man with silver wings, wearing a strange mask and with only the thin pants of the newcomers to protect him from the world is currently just waking up in the forest not too far from the village. If you could see his face you'd see just how groggy and confused he is right now. He flinches a little as he realises there's a couple of new additions to his body upon coming to... wherever he is right now, and he reaches behind him to feel... feathers? Wings?

Thankfully it isn't long before he realises his clothes are piled up beside him, along with a book. Gin knows it's dangerous to be so exposed and doesn't hesitate to put on those clothes, strangely altered to accommodate those small wings on his back. Who did this to him? Where was he? He was certain by now this wasn't the forest of the Mountain God, unless he was trying to play some kind of trick on him.

Now for that book... Gin picks it up, taking a seat on the forest floor where he appeared and taking a moment to flick through the pages. The book was full of messages and pictures, presumably the ones who were trying to communicate. Some of the images moved as well and there were voices... the book was speaking to him.]

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[After taking some time to try to get to know this odd journal and how it might work, Gin ends up trying to speak to the book himself.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

(OOC: Just a reminder and for those who might have missed it - if your character intends to touch Gin at all like taking his hand or something, please give me a chance to react before they make contact! Thanks~)

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Just Gin.

[He interjects at the use of the title 'Mister'. As for the village... he is a little curious about it. While he'd seen glimpses of city life from his forest home he had never dared go too close to the heart of the place for fear he would end his life. Well, perhaps he could get a glimpse of it at least. He didn't necessarily have to enter it. Besides that he might be able to learn more about this Luceti and find a way out of here.

Still it seemed a little odd that he was the one feeling lost this time.]

I'd like to see it, if you can find me. This isn't the forest I grew up in. I don't know where the landmarks are.

Please lift your journal...and I will see where you are. [Spock was already making his way out of the door.]

[Lift it? Gin hesitated a little, unsure how a book could somehow project where he was but... well if this Spock says so. He raises the book, pointing it at the environment around him.]

Like this?

Indeed.... That is sufficient, I will be there momentarily. [Spock shuts off the connection and makes his way out the door.

It doesn't take the Vulcan long to make it to Gin's location... at the sight of the masked man, Spock bows his head.]

Greetings, if you will follow me? [Spock gestures towards the way he came.]

[Naturally Gin is wary of this stranger. He doesn't appear to be quite human... at least not like the humans he was used to. Of course even if he was, that alone would give him reason to be cautious. Despite his polite greeting, Gin seems to hesitate and stands his ground, almost as if analysing him, though the mask shows no emotion.

Well, he wanted to have a look... he'll be careful. Gin gives a nod and takes a couple of steps forward, but he's definitely keeping his distance.]

Go on.

[Spock regarded the New Feather curiously....]

May I inquire as to why you wear that mask?

[Gin tilts his head a little at the question. Oh... of course it might seem a bit strange to outsiders.]

No real reason. It's just that if I didn't... I wouldn't look like a spirit. Humans are afraid of spirits... it keeps them away.

You want others to stay away from you? For what purpose?

[Spock gave Gin a curious look.]

[He might as well tell him. He doesn't look human anyway but it's best for others to know.]

Because if a human touches me... I'll disappear forever.

[Spock looks at Gin sharply.]

Is this a...condition that you have had for a significant amount of time?

[Gin wasn't intending to talk about this right now, especially not with a total stranger. But well... he had asked. And if he was going to survive here he supposed someone ought to know about him.]

Since I was baby. [He answers simply.] It's always been with me. [Haunted him. However you wanted to put it.]

That must have been... very difficult for you. [Though it was a common fact that Vulcans did not like to be touched... He was half human, and his mother held him all the time.

He couldn't imagine not having that.]

Then how were you taken care of?

[It was difficult... even moreso now than it was before. But that was what he had to live with.

There's a long pause as Gin wonders how much to divulge. Finally he goes ahead.]

I was raised by spirits in the forest of the Mountain God. Without them... I would have died.

I see...

Though perhaps it will not be so difficult for you here, as there are many non-humans that reside in Luceti.

Myself for example.

[He gives a nod at that.]

I've only lived with spirits and I rarely meet humans. I'm not really sure what else is out there.

[It might be nice to be able to talk to others without fearing his own demise. He'd have to be careful though. Sometimes appearances could be deceiving.]

What exactly are you?

I am Vulcan.

[Spock hesitates...] However, I am a human hybrid... My mother was human. Do you know if that would effect you?

Vulcan...

[No, he hadn't heard of anything like that. At his next question he looks down.]

I'm not sure. I've never met anyone who claimed to be half human before. The Mountain God never mentioned it either. All I know is that if it's not okay, I won't have a second chance.

It is fortunate then that I 'go out of my way' to avoid touching and being touched by others.

[Spock quirked an eyebrow and gave Gin a wry smile.]

You do?

[Gin's curious now. He has a reason to avoid people, a valid one too... so what about Spock?]

Why do you avoid contact?

I am a touch telepath...

Being in close contact with another for an extended period of time can be... draining. Emotions can sometimes be rather... loud.

[Gin had never heard of a touch telepath before, but from the sound of it, it wasn't something he would enjoy. It sounded more of a burden than anything...]

Don't you find it difficult being so... apart from others?

[...yes... but the Vulcan would never admit it.]

It was how I was raised, and I am as they say...used to it. What of yourself?

...I guess I'm used to it too.

[Though he certainly doesn't sound all that happy about it. Still, no point on dwelling on things.]

Well, it can't be helped. I need to concentrate on getting home for now.

[Spock gave Gin a concerned look...]

You may find that to be a difficult task...

...we cannot go home until we are sent home.

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