[center][color=seagreen][h2]Duncan MacTyr[/h2][h3]??? — Dirt Road[/h3][/color][/center]

Blue skies seen through a narrow slit. A gentle breeze he could feel softly caressing his face through and below his visor, the snug, but not uncomfortable weight of his armour—

[color=seagreen]"Wait, what?"[/color]

Rapidly blinking away the mental fog of staring at what honestly looked like a [i]pretty nice day,[/i] Duncan sat up with an ease he almost didn't register and let that last thought marinate as he cast a glance down at himself through the slit of... [i]helmet?[/i] Yes, a [i]helmet.[/i] Under a cloth hood he gently peeled back with an armoured hand, to get a better look at himself. 

[color=seagreen][i]'...Why am I wearing [b]armour?'[/b][/i][/color] The question echoed unanswered in his own head as he found an old shield laying in the grass beside him to his left and a sword sheathed at his waist all while rapping his curious knuckles against his cuirass; finding it [i]rather worn[/i] but... still quite [i]sturdy.[/i] [b][i]Comfortable,[/i][/b] even. As if he'd been wearing it and [i]the rest of his get-up[/i] his entire life. 

Which by itself was a bit confusing because— at least, as far as the old man could recall— Duncan was pretty certain [b]he'd very recently died in a big damned [u]plane crash.[/u][/b] The memories of which all came flooding back to him in that moment; a bang, the screaming, the feeling of broken glass slamming into the back of his nec—

[b]"Hey, wake up!"[/b] A voice called out from behind him. [b]"Nothing good's going to come from lying about... Or something like that."[/b]

There was someone else here.

[b]"Ah, I apologise, I was distracted by how much my body has changed."[/b]

What.

That got Duncan's attention, as he calmly picked up his shield and stood to his feet— albeit, not without nearly stumbling over himself with just how little effort the act took— and turned to face where those voices were coming from, where found a tall young man.

With a big bushy fox tail.

And a little blonde girl bowing to said fox man. [b]With even [i]more[/i] tails, and a pair of big fuzzy fox ears to boot.[/b]

Duncan felt no shame at pausing a few seconds to let the hamster wheel in his brain catch up to what he was seeing— it was kind of a [i]new one[/i] for the old man after all. Still, that line about [i]bodies changing[/i] stuck out in his mind— if... [i]they[/i] weren't like this before and [i]he[/i] certainly didn't remember dressing up like a knight, then maybe...

[color=seagreen]"I, uh..."[/color] He had to pause for a second to check his throat, the sound of his own voice sounding alien but... strangely [i]nostalgic[/i] all at once. [color=seagreen]"I don't suppose either of you remember being on a [i]plane[/i] recently, do you?"[/color]  


[@Raineh Daze][@PKMNB0Y]