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Two things made Veer stand out in the crowd of bewildered Civilians trying to find their way to the right camp in the middle of Zodiac territory. The first was, naturally, his hair -- a dark, vibrant red, laced through with yellow, at the moment it was also greasy enough that it stood up off of his head instead of hanging limply into his eyes. One quick pass of fingers through the mess had it spiked up. Not a proper mohawk, no, but enough to make him look like a complete ******** idiot.

The other was the fact that, when he'd been grabbed, Veer'd been wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms -- and to be honest, people were lucky he'd been wearing that, even. If he hadn't been eating, he might have been in his skivvies, or worse. When playing WoW alone in your bachelor pad, there was very little reason for clothing. Clothing got in the way. It made peeing a more involved process, and breaks were really only so long in a raid.

As such, limping along and grumbling to himself as he considered the options as proposed, Veer was kind of easy to spot. To a familiar face, it was probably even easier.

At the moment, in all honesty, 'wet' might not be that bad; wet would mean one good shove could send Veer tumbling into a fountain for, if nothing else, his weekly bath. His eyes flicked over Raph as he approached, dismissive -- and then caught on, blinking into recognition. It shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but the cognitive dissonance made him twitch.

Here he'd been thinking he was special, he'd been chosen, somehow. One of the elite picked out to move into outer space, selected for god-only-knew what talent. A quick trigger finger? But if Raph was here, that hardly applied anymore, in his mind.

He took just a moment to reorient the world in his mind.

"...man, where the ******** did you come from?" It wasn't unaffectionate, though. No accusation, just surprise, his eyes following Raph's gesture along the proper route. It'd take centuries to walk the whole way, but they could follow directions to a senshi hopefully, get zapped to whichever camp they chose as their final destination.

"How long you been here? You see that crazy ******** whale thing?"

Veer turned in place to squint in the indicated direction -- much closer, yes, and he was always a fan of 'closer' and 'faster' and 'easier', not generally big on the whole doing-work thing. His mouth shifted as he considered, head cocking to the side. If he opted in, said yes for clothing, would that mean a little japanese school girl skirt for him, too? Not that he really objected to school girl skirts. He just preferred them on school girls.

"...I guess. What the hell. I think that's where all the hurt people are, too." With that he flicked another look onto Raph, briefly assessing, and with a sigh kicked into motion. "You're not a hurt person, man?"

Silence was not a friend to Veer. When he was on his computer, it was generally with music blasting and a headset on to talk to people. When he was at work, headphones blared metal into his head loud enough that it could be heard from a couple feet away. And when he was walking somewhere with someone, his mouth started going, mostly just to fill the air between them.

"Bumped my head, but I'm more pissed about missing my raid. They're going to give me such s**t for it, I don't know if there's a rogue who can replace at that short notice, and he sure as ******** can't do what I can do." A huffy breath at that, fingers going into his hair -- and it was, nearly vertical, when he pulled them away. "What were you doing, man, playing best man in a wedding or something?"

"Frustrated rooster's not bad, Raph, five points." He flashed a grin, brief, rolling his shoulders in a quick shrug and that easily shaking of the question. If Raph wasn't going to answer, why should Veer? They could both play the 'change the subject' game and dance around each other in circles and what else would be new?

He tugged on the laces of his pants to tighten them, drawing to a halt outside the main outpost to squint at the scenery. It had probably been impressive at one point; in a way, it reminded him of Darnassus, though, and that was definitely not a good thing. He halfway expected some prissy Night Elves to come prancing out to clean the leaves and twigs out of the pool in front of him, to light lanterns around them...

God help them all. He snorted.

He hit the water's surface with a loud slap and a sound like a furious wildcat. One of the twigs was digging into the small of his back, and the leaves stuck horribly against his sides, against his shoulders, one clinging to the side of his neck. Veer was rapidly soaked, but mostly just because he was flailing so wildly. Leaves felt remarkably like leeches, or big ******** water bugs, when they were shifting slimily against your throat and ribs. It was hard to tell the difference, and it freaked him out.

The curses that spilled from his lips were creative and improbable. By the time he got himself upright, shuddering, most of the worst leaves scraped away, he was breathless and damp, his pajama pants soaked through. He turned a baleful look on Raph and caught up a handful of leaves, balling them up behind his palms.

"You prissy son of a b***h." He tossed it at Raph -- not a gentle, friendly lob, but a full-out over-hand sling that was almost certain to hit.

Raph made a sputtering sound like "--augh" and flailed at the leaves, trying to brush them off without touching them. They had, of course, hit him right in the stomach, and the water was dripping down to make a particularly awkward wet spot.

"Damnit." Raph did not deserve to be hit by leaves for making sure that Veer wasn't a biohazard. He finally pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to pick them off.

He was totally going to have to go get a stack and then hunt down that Ian character to give them over. This one was beyond ruined.

Jasper jerked a thumb over his shoulder -- the bad shoulder, which made him wince involuntarily and then look somewhat relieved when the pain was almost nothing at all. "Back that way, I suppose. Virgo Outpost. They healed my shoulder, they should have some showers." He eyed the kid, and then Raph as well -- the two of them looked like idiots. It was obvious on Jasper's face what he thought, but he didn't say it. And he normally scowled anyway. "Both of you should go. Should I come supervise so you don't throw one another in fountains again?"