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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

All of Jughead's possessions fit inside a single backpack.

He didn't mind it. At least it was crammed as full as it could be crammed, that was good enough for him. And if he could keep people from figuring out that was the case, even better. This was supposed to be a break from –– everything. Riverdale and all associated drama.

Still, when he arrived in the lounge and checked his phone, he found himself wondering whether Archie even remembered he was moving today.

Whatever.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and leaned against the wall. Good. This seemed like a decent spot to stand in while eyeing everyone else warily.

[ooc: And we have moved! Welcome to a brand new DW edition of the traditional shuttle post. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD.~~ OCD up, have at! ~~EXCEPT YOU, WHO KNOWS WHO YOU ARE.~~]

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"It's Elvish for... 'Bear'." Because Magnus was sort of bear-like.

And there was that weird strumming again.

"Ah," Kanan replied, nodding a little. "Okay, that... makes sense."

Probably?

"So, why the bear? You some kind of fighter?"

The sword was probably a good clue, yeah.

"I am," Magnus said, perking up. He also had an ax and a shield on him. And a goldfish in a glass ball on his belt.

Because of course he did.

"With a little extra in there."

He was a ruff boi.

"Extra, huh? Dare I ask?"

Okay, no, he had to ask. So sue him, Kanan was curious.

"I did a little training with a Rogue. No big." Huge big. He got to pick locks now. It was sweet as hell.

"Sounds useful, though," Kanan pointed out. "I mean, hell, I did some training with a smuggler, way back when. Taught me some of the most important things I know."

Magnus looked like he really wanted to ask for some of that sweet, sweet smuggler knowledge and was having to restrain himself. "Maybe after I get thins settled back home I could learn about that."

"Couldn't hurt," Kanan laughed. "Never know when you'll have to cart three nexu cubs from one galaxy to the next to appease a crazy old witch, anyway."

Yzma was terrifying.

"...what's a nexu cub?" And could he have one?

Force save him, Kanan had just explained this to one person already this week, and it had led to a jaunt to the Outer Rim to call in a few favors with some smugglers he knew.

"Okay, take a cat," he said, "make it about five meters long and give it a mouth like a bear trap, four eyes, and a two-pronged tail like a whip."

"Oh my Pan, it's so cute," Magnus cooed in a manner completely unbecoming for a man of his size.

'Cute' was not exactly the first thing that came to mind when Kanan thought of nexu.

... But he had to admit, the cubs kind of had been.

"Yeah, they have their moments," he settled on. "You a big cat person, then?"

"I'm a big animal person," Magnus replied, proudly removing Stevphen from his belt to show off the goldfish in the glass bauble. "I'm not allowed to have a dog on the moon because apparently they run off it--oh my god, that's been another lie."

He wanted to think it was a lie, at least.

"Oh yeah?" Kanan was leaning forward to check out the goldfish. Because, at the end of the day, yeah, he was a big animal person, too. He was just bad at admitting it. "Why would they lie to you about the dog?"

Yeah, Kanan was waving hello to the fish.

Shut up.

That just made Magnus decide that Kanan was good people. You know. Officially.

"Because I'm too busy to take care of a dog," Magnus said like a sullen child who knew damn well why.

"Oh yeah? Didn't stop me from ending up with one," Kanan noted.

Okay, that was because the dog wouldn't go away, and by the time they'd left that weird rainbow world, Kanan had grown attached to him.

"I'm always on dangerous missions," Magnus said, scuffing his boot on the floor.

It was precious.

"Hey. Wait. What do you hear when I say B̶̢̛͙̞̠̱̗̫̓̉͌̾͌ư̡͓͍̜̯̲̎̒͋̾͟͞͡͠ͅr̸͚͍̖͎͓̰͇̎̌̄̽̿́͋ȩ̛̣̱̣͙̯̉̏̅͑̽̈͘͟a̢̛̞̺̩͉̘̹̺͇̿̒͊̆̈́̈̽̊͡ų̶̣̮̪̭͚̩̃̾͆͋̆̀͡ o̷̠͈̬̮̟͇͍̽̓́̌͠f̵̮̣̤͈͍̺̈͌̃̇͗͘͠ B̢̛̙̻̼̹̙͊́͗̓́̂̋͢ͅa̸͓̟̗̳̖̰͍̝̳͂̀͋̔̏̀̒͢l̟̞͕̦̯̳͉̳̥̪͑̌̏͐̓̎̃͛̕̕â̴̛̘͙͎̼̮̙̼̼̈͌̄͌̈̚̚ņ̠̻̤͓͔̙̓͛͐̽̚c̶̬̳̬͚̰̻̓̍͛̂̀͐̓́͟ę̵̖̞͈̜̹͔̽̀̓̊̋.?"

Now, when he said that last part it was almost like... static. Like words were indeed happening, but actually hearing them was not in the cards.

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Kanan's mouth kind of fell open, for what it was worth.

"I hear the sound I'm pretty sure a Wookiee would make if it was gargling sand," he decided. "What the hell was that?"

Magnus' mouth turning into a thin line as he considered that.

"I'm part of... I was part of," he started again because Pan only knew how that would turn out once he got back there. "An organization. That... edits information available to people?"

With literally redacting things in real time!

"Yeah, I know a few of those," Kanan replied. "Don't think I've ever heard it come out sounding like that before."

Unless it was actually being broadcast. Not when it was coming right out of some guy's mouth.

"Unless you're a cyborg," he added, squinting a little at Magnus thoughtfully. "Could be a cyborg sound."

He'd have to rip his own arms off if he was, Kanan.

"No! No, no, no. All human. I checked on that before I got the new body."

Slow blink.

Headtilt.

"You might have to back that one up and explain it to me," he said, finally.

"I died. Kind of," Magnus said. "I mean, technically I just had my body stolen by this real dickbag of a lich and had to be a mannequin for a little while."

He shrugged like 'what can you do?'

"Oh, is that all?"

Hey, don't knock it, Kanan. You'd have your body stolen by a dead witch for a few hours someday, and then you'd feel like an ass for giving Magnus the side-eye, wouldn't you?

"So, what, you got it back, then?"

Except that it was new. Who knew?

"Yeeeeeah. Turns out the guy at the Fantasy Costco... was growing one for some reason."

He didn't like to think about it.

"Oh my Pan, maybe Garfield's the reason why I'm here."

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