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[getsthecredit]

[This place doesn't make any sense, as far as Arthur is concerned. And while interrogating what faculty he could taught him a little more about this whole school thing, it took a great deal of calm on his part not to draw his sword on them as his kidnappers. The fact that they were so congenial about the whole thing is the main reason he hasn't threatened anyone. Yet.

It wasn't until after a humbling talk with the headmaster that he calmed down and really began to look at his situation. After which he began wandering Balamb Garden, feeling unusually lost in more ways than one. A king without his kingdom, his people, was nothing more than a man. The only consolation he had was Excalibur, sheathed at his side. A small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

So that leaves one (1) King of Camelot, in full chainmail, a bright red cape, and a crown, wandering around exploring the place. And occasionally asking questions, because displacement aside, he's not exactly up to date on the modern technology.]

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[werepanther]

[Although Tom's used to most things by now, a guy in chainmail is not one of them. So he makes his way over, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and gives the other guy a slight nod.]

Hey... you alright? [He'd add "kid," but the guy actually seems to be his age. Huh.]

[getsthecredit]

[He turned to fully face the stranger who addressed him, a touch warily. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, but it had been there for a while now, a small comfort if nothing else.]

I was recently told that I've been magically transported to another world by a sorceress, and there is no known way to undo it. I've had better days.

[werepanther]

Unfortunately, you heard right. Scientists've been looking into it for years now... and no one's really sure how much progress they've made, if at all.

[The sword doesn't really phase him - he's seen worse - but if it makes the guy feel better, Tom can't blame him.]

[getsthecredit]

[That wasn't especially encouraging, to say the least.]

Years? What of the sorceress who cast the spell in the first place, where is she now?

[werepanther]

[Good question.]

I'm sorry, man... If I knew, I wouldn't be here. I know I don't look like it [and he doesn't, considering he's in SeeD uniform, complete with the military-grade knuckles on his hands] but I'm in your boat too.

[getsthecredit]

[Arthur's still not thinking much about the uniforms, aside from the fact that they look really unusual. But to him, so does everyone here, uniformed or not.]

Then maybe they should be focusing on looking for the sorceress. If she cast the spell, she would be the one can undo it.

[Easier said than done, he was sure, but to him it was the natural conclusion to come to rather than looking for some science-y way to undo it.]