Closed (Kevin-Tran-Solo)
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Nicholas had fallen to the mortal realm and slammed into the ground. He stood up like he hadn’t just fallen at least 30,000 feet. He rolled his shoulders with a wince. One of them was dislocated. He was completely cut off from his pantheon, so the likelihood he could pop it back in was next to none. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a button down shirt- at least the other gods had thought to update him before throwing him down. He at least looked the part, even if he couldn’t figure out anything other than vague geography. He didn’t even have shoes. He walked toward what he thought was a loud thundering noise and recognized some sort of road. He stood in the middle, on two yellow lines. He didn’t understand what they were.
He ended up almost being hit multiple times, lucky not to have been knocked clear off the road. He decided to try to find help. His feet were bleeding and he was limping badly by the time he found anyone. “Excuse me- as much as I may dislike it, I must request your aid.” He was holding his arm close to his body. He sounded like something out of an old Shakespearean film.
