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[falsezodiacknight]

[Vaan had been pacing quite a bit after arriving, just getting used to... standing like this. It was different then having claws, or hands, or anything like that. But, okay. He can do this. He's a clan leader, even if there's probably a large feathery leviathan out destroying Mt. Gulug.
He's sitting down now, trying to look as serious as he can, one hoof on his necklace. Please...]
My name is Vaan, of... of a clan. I'm guessing I'm not the only one who was turned into some sort of... pony-esque creature? [What sort of monsters are these? Vaans ears twitch, his wings pressed to his body. He does not want this, his whole body is trembling.] I'll keep this brief. I brought some weapons with me - but... how am I meant to use them with these hooves?
[He's quiet for a whole minute, before adding, a little sheepishly:] And where am I meant to live? Back home, I had the airship, but... [Though he's trying to keep his face straight, Vaan is taking this rather badly. He does not want to be here. He ends the transmission with a grumpy pout - and, he does jump a bit when the scroll vanishes in green flames.

He does not like this. He wants to be able to fight as soon as possible, so he can find a way home. If you wanna action it up? Vaan's gonna be pacing around the Town Square, thinking over what he needs to do. Maybe he should have asked if his clan mates had been around? He's still sort-of wanted for the murders he's done. Hopefully, these people don't know about that - why would they?]

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[tinkertytonk]

Hume...?

[Bertie ponders the new term. It sounds a bit like someone mashed a human together with a legume. Perhaps Vaan is some sort of sprouty fellow, though the mental pictures that thought brings to mind waver between comical and mildly horrific. Regardless, the lad should be perfectly at home on a farm, if that's the case.]

Well, you're very welcome. Nemo Vantas is the Johnnie in charge, more or less. He'll ask you to do this and that to help out, but apart from a general's bend on the chores list, he's a solidly good egg. I can show you round, if you'd like. Or there's the town to explore. You can see most of it from the air if you toodle along a solid 20 feet up or so. Ponyville's a touch on the quaint side for size.

[falsezodiacknight]

Yes, Hume.
[Ah, if only he knew what he were thinking. But now he's thinking you may be Moogle or even Nu Mou. You're certainly friendly enough to be one...]
A Mister Vantas, then - [the Johnnie in charge? What odd terms this man has been using. But, then, Vaan looks to the sky, then to his own wings.]
Does it come naturally with the body? [He then asks, suddenly sounding a little excited. Sure, he's flown in an airship before, but... what would it be like on his own two... wings?] I actually haven't tried yet.

[tinkertytonk]

Not exactly, but it's easy enough to get a handle on. The, er... basics, anyway. Ms. Rainbow Dash gave me a proper lesson when I first arrived. First rule: Avoid tall buildings and trees. Or, well, really any solid and immovable sort of structure that might pop up on the horizon. Dashed unpleasant banging into things.

[Bertie sits back on his hindquarters and springs up, hovering in front of Vaan for a moment.]

I'm not entirely sure of the physics of it all, but flapping the wings about for a bit seems to sort you for the start of most aerial acrobatics.

[falsezodiacknight]

[Yes - flapping his wings. His new limbs - it's so weird.]
I can imagine it'd be bad crashing into something. I mean, piloting an Airship into a building is bad enough...
[He spreads out his wings, as he talks - and, then, he does take to the air - suddenly flying! A smile fills his face, this is... okay, he's getting one of those headaches, those bad ones, but even hovering like this is amazing! He can't stop laughing, even though his head is almost splitting.]
Who's this Dash, though? Another [haha] winged pony?

[tinkertytonk]

The best flyer in Equestria, my dear fellow. She taught me how to hover and... well, Ms. Star was more the one who told me to mind the trees. Really, make sure you avoid them like the plague. They're awfully sticky. I've spent more than one night in the blasted things after they snagged hold.

[After he'd flown into them. But the salient point is the blighters wouldn't let go if you gave them a run-in.]

[falsezodiacknight]

Really.
[Vaan suddenly gives a grin.] Maybe I'll need to train and challenge this Miss, then. Back home, I was good with airships.
[Vaan. Two things. One: Flying is not the same as airships. Two: You crashed your airship.] But they're... sticky? Grabbing you...
[Pause, as Vaan is starting to relax, flapping to hover.]
Are there monsters in this land? You know, beasts, Others, the like?

[tinkertytonk]

[Bertie makes a not to ask after this airship business at a more opportune moment. It sounds like the cat's meow.]

Heaps of them, old boy. Stacks! They're living out in the Everfree Forest.

[He points a hoof to the ominous line of green outside Ponyville where the weather acted as it normally would from a human perspective, but everything else was decidedly off.]

I got chased by a four-headed chappie out in the swamps. And there are some sorts of bears and wolves out there. Frightful stuff. There's also the worst villain you're like to meet out there: Zetta. Fancies himself an Overlord and kidnapped some poor fillies just weeks ago. He's an awful blighter.

[falsezodiacknight]

[--Woah! Vaan almost leaps up out of his flight, seeing the forest. Now that looked different.
...Reminds him of... something, though. But, something there interests him.]
This Zetta... is some kind of villain, then? I suppose that settles it - I'll need to figure out how to fight, if there are villains here like that.

[tinkertytonk]

Well, if it's fighting lessons you're looking for, Ms. Flare Star's offering them. I'm happy to show you round to her place... with a cup of coffee in hoof. She gets a bit tetchy in the morning when she hasn't had a bracer or two of the stuff - coffee, that is. Mysterious sorts these American-ish fillies. A solid cup of tea's enough to rouse me come the day break.

Are you a coffee stallion or a tea stallion?

[Answer carefully, Vaan. Bertie might just be judging you.]