A startled shout snapped Adam awake as he snapped up and immediately took in his surroundings. Any trace of sleepiness was banished by the utterly alien environment around him. Though the other individual  didn’t go unnoticed amidst the grassy plains, Adam was content to ignore him for the moment and gather his bearings instead. It was easy enough to remember the events that had happened before he fell asleep last night, and his fingers dug into the soft soil beneath them at the disparity in his current situation and what was remembered. 

The sensations were real enough and Adam knew for a fact that he must have been drugged for someone to have ferried him away from home without him awakening. With numerous thoughts on his mind, Adam naturally made to stand as he found it more relaxing on his feet rather than seated. Despite no problems with the body, a frown nonetheless formed as he noticed that he was a bit taller than he was supposed to be… 

It was the first real time he’d taken a look at himself since he awoke, and he didn’t quite manage to suppress his surprise. [color=f7941d]“Holy shit…”[/color] The old clothing style was noted, but more concerning were the red tattoos that swirled over his skin. Tracing them with a finger, their texture was somewhat rough, and he quickly discovered that they spread up and beyond his arms. His fingers fumbled with the clasps on the leather jerkin before it was discarded onto the grass behind him and quickly followed by the baggy cotton shirt. As expected, the red tattoos sprawled over his chest and, though he couldn’t see, Adam could feel some on his back as well. His hands shot up to his face afterwards and a small sigh of relief was had as he didn’t feel anything too exotic. 

With the changes his body had apparently gone through, he figured a bit of stretches would help focus his thoughts while discovering any other differences. Flexibility came first, and as he put his new body through several movements of yoga Adam wondered exactly how he’d ended up here. That train of thought quickly came to a halt at the realization that he didn’t really care about the how or why. As far as he could tell, this was either his new reality or the most realistic dream he’d ever experienced, there wasn’t any real way for him to tell the difference. So naturally his mind switched to the what. What was and what should he do now in this bizarre and inexplicable situation? 

As he switched to testing the body’s limits, dropping to the ground and going at it with push-ups, he figured the best idea would be to try and find civilization. If the clothes he’d awoken with were any indication then the time period wasn’t exactly modern, and his thoughts couldn’t help but wander to some more fantastical ideas. Heroes summoned to another world and all that jazz. With a grimace, he pushed those thoughts aside and put his clothes back on as he finished determining just what his new body was capable of; which was apparently much the same as his “old”. Figuring now would be as good as a time as ever, he called out to the other individual a couple hundred meters away. [color=f7941d]“Hey, you know anything about this?”[/color]