Thread: Rat Tail Range. (first 4 people to respond)

Johanas is finally spat out onto the ground in a delayed fashion from the others. Landing belly down on the ground, he picks himself up and dusts off with his hat as he looks around. Seeing Tai and Ariadne is comforting as he takes in his surroundings but seeing the man in the distance shifts his mood to weary. Not just because of his looks but because if he just dropped in while he was looking at the rest of them this wasn't exactly good because he was probably seen just dropping in. Trying to not draw attention he waits to address the other two.

Ariadne rolls her neck a little and drops into a crouch, bringing her knife up and ready. She grins. "Well. If he'd like to mix it up, let him come to us...this should be interesting."

"You, there! What's happening?" Tai says, speaking to the fiddling man.

Ariadne notices that Johanas has fallen in with them. She jerks her head, indicating that he should stick with herself and Tai. Her gaze goes back to the strange man.

Rorik comes roaring into existence from nowhere, falling a few feet in the air in homid form.

Stumbling, the giant albino windmills his arms and ends up tumbling, quickly rolling to his feet and recovering his balance. Flannel shirt and jeans dustied, he glances around, a hateful glare in his eyes. He steadily curses in Greenlandic, eying the others with suspicion.

"It's raining ga...uh, men."

Johanas begins to walk up to them as Rorik falls behind him. He turns tipping his hat with a grin.

"Nice of you to drop in," Johanas says before turning back to the rest of them.

Rorik glances back and forth a bit more and relaxes slightly, switching back to a thickly accented English.

"Did the dark hole swallow you as well?" he glances to the closest being, still tense.

Johanas turns back to Rorik, "It would seem that way for all of us."