( The feeling of being ripped from one world and thrust into another is disorientating enough on a good day. To someone who comes from a place of candlelight and frozen wastelands, however, it's even worse. What little he's learnt about swimming involved another, calmer sojourn across universes, and it took him too long to remember he had to kick up. Thankfully his fingers had caught on something - debris from an explosion, maybe - aiding him in his efforts surface wise.

Feel free to ignore the soaked and leather clad prince upon the shore. He's busy at the moment, coughing sea water inelegantly onto the sand.

It takes him a long time to orientate himself, his thoughts a churning mass. The time he spent in Eudio doesn't slot neatly into his memories so much as it assaults across his thoughts, questions crowding at the forefront even as his eyes burn and his lungs ache. William struggles to his feet - weighed down by his attire of fur and metal armour - but his keen blue eyes don't waste time in searching for the person nearest. He has to do something. ) Are you alright? ( His hands reach for them, to help them perhaps, or to comfort. ) Are you hurt?

( The Ponyta finds him a little way away. William doesn't see the horse like creature at first, too lost in his thoughts where he sits with his back against a tree. Upon hearing the hooves though, he looks up.

And smiles. )

I remember you.

( But his daemon wastes no time in explaining everything. That is has taken this form for a reason, that it isn't the pokemon he had before. William would have figured that out himself, actually. It breathed fire, not electronics. With every bit of information though, the frown between his brows deepens. Eudio, gone. Hagan, gone. Everything he has been through, everything he has done, all for naught. And then he is told of an invasion. Warned of it. His gaze cuts to the horizon, fingertips resting at the sword strapped to his waist. This would have frightened him before, but when he stands there is very little of the timid boy he used to be in his frame. Instead there is stern dignity there. )

Then let me meet this destiny. I have a few things I would like to impart upon them.

( It does not take him long thereafter to reach the battle, the shape of his daemon helps - useful when you can ride it - and he launches himself into the fray within seconds knocking a spear from the sky with a flick of his own weapon. To the target, he is quick to pull them back upon their feet, voice cutting through the chaos. ) Stay behind me.

( He finds his way to the tavern before he attempts to find his home, bones aching but something like satisfaction uncoiling inside of his chest. It was a hard fight, but a good one, and William knows the best place to start gathering information is with the people. By now he at least looks less soaked through, his hair braided loosely to keep it out of his way and his armour strapped to the Ponyta's side. The only thing that suggests he isn't a stranger to a fight is the scar that runs with jagged edges from just below his ear to curve half way across his throat.

But when he leans against the bartop, there's something innocently friendly in his stance. His eyes are kind when they flicker around the small space, they invite conversation with anyone who passes. He wastes no time in initiating it either, deciphering a list of drinks all the while addressing who is nearest, indicating the menu. Help him out here. )

What would you suggest I choose?

daemon: dagrny
remind me how to work the rain box.

( Wildcard. Hit me up at athosing. )