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"Where the hell am I?" was his first spoken and internal thought upon arrival. At least, he thought he'd arrived. Perhaps he'd always been here on this dirt path, behind an astronaut and pirate person. He couldn't remember and didn't care to ask. Anyone that had been looking in his direction seconds before however would have seen him simply appear. Empty space filled in an instant by the smell of sulphur and ash, of blood, steel, a brief flash of light that spit out this man onto his rear.

As it was though, he was feeling a little hungover, and had the vague sensation that he'd had these thoughts moments before, or perhaps it was moments sideways... Did that make sense, somehow it clicked in his mind but made no sense out loud.

He noticed an old bridge feet from him, and a pair of people arguing in front of it. At least I didn't end up on that bridge. He thought, unsure how it would hold up to him landing on it. He didn't have a problem with heights, falling however, was another matter entirely.

He stood with a grunt, and a soft sound like metal grinding on metal as his joints took the load. Dusting the dust from his slacks he made his way lazily towards the only people in the area.

"How's it goin-?"