[ something is wrong.

he notices it in the way everything looks so foreign to him, from the architecture to the technology to the wings on his back. he notices it in the way he was ... alone. he shouldn't be. he had no proof about this otherwise, but he's not contesting it. he's a new guy in a new town, after all. making friends and learning some names wouldn't be a bad idea.

he walks around for a while in an attempt to stave off the utterly frustrating feeling of not being able to remember what things were, until he makes the decision to leave that off for a while. his memory doesn't seem to be planning on returning anytime soon. whatever he had lost, it doesn't seem like he'd be able to regain it in a day or so; he's not counting on that either. the worst part of it all is that he doesn't know anyone at all, and ... he's not meant to be alone.

he doesn't feel like he should be worried about the town at all. everyone had seemed so friendly, despite the fact that he was a stranger in their midst with no recollection of how he was there in the first place.

he'll be walking up to someone to just ask them a few questions: ]

You look frustrated about everything, if you don't mind me saying. That makes two of us.

Do you like the town so far?

[ a bird's wings are more than twice the length of its body so it can support itself during flight. the ones that he has are too small, and are probably for decorative uses only. he looks comical with them.

you can see him trying to reach over to try and ... pull the wings ... but all it does is make him wince. ]

This would be a lot cooler if they expanded, or were a lot bigger. As it stands, they're quite useless ....

[ you can hear him muttering "useless, so useless ..." while he tries to walk without having the wings tug him one way or another or bump into someone. ]