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Make Way for the Lord of Spirits [Action]

[The pod could have picked a better week to open. As the strange metal contraption released its seals and the lid lifted, a cold wind swept in from the blizzard setting in during the night. Milla Maxwell was awoken. She's confused, she's hungry, and she's out of contact with The Four. How unfavourable.]

[Like the others, she finds the box, and reads over its contents carefully. How curious. Brought to a world she doesn't know for reasons undisclosed. There's no time to dwell however. Stepping out of the pod the young woman examines herself. No injuries. Strange, but that's good news. She can feel the presence of spirits, but The Four seem to be oddly vacant from whatever world she's found herself in. The presence of spirits assures her she's not on Elympios, but she's never heard of this "Genessia" in Rieze Maxia either...]

[Well, she has no choice. She must march forward and assess the situation. She trudges through the Bay's waters until she can find the shore, shielding her face from errant snow as it fell from the sky. It was cold without Efreet to warm her. Her stomach won't stop growling either, without Gnome providing her with the nutrients her body needs. How long had she been sleeping?]

[Is there an inn nearby? If she could get out of this cold and find something to eat... Then perhaps she can make sense of the device she had been given and the necklace around her neck.]

[Waking at night doesn't seem to work in her favour. One might catch her wandering the city as she attempts to find a public place where she could either eat or warm up. Preferably both.]

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[Marceline was out and about in town, taking a chance to explore without Ice King horning in. She figures he's probably distracted by dancing barefoot in it somewhere or something, so she's using now and the crappy weather to do it. Though, to be fair, it wasn't quite this bad when she started. She's soaked ~~again~~, so she's on her way back home, even if she hates having to stay in at night when she spends daytime sleeping a lot of the time.

And she'd been flying against the wind, which was hell and nigh impossible, having snow buffeting her face at high speed, which was more hell, before a strong gust of air slaps her down to land in a crumpled heap and send a pile of snow exploding, covering any who might be near her. Such as the new person she just landed ten feet to the side of. She pulls herself up with a pissed off growl, wiping herself off.] I hate this weather. stupid, lame- [Then she spots the person she covered. Oops.] Sorry.

[Careful steps through the city, and Milla was no closer to discovering any answers. Where was she? Why was she there? And just what had the power to pull Maxwell into its fold like that? She was only mildly distracted, even with such thoughts - when Marceline falls straight down, Milla looks up quickly and leaps aside to avoid the sudden snowing she would have received. If anything, Milla only had slightly less snow on her as a result of her tumbling out of the way.]

I'm alright. There's no need to apologize. [Standing, she brushes herself off.] I don't suppose you could tell me where I am. I just awoke here.

[She's inches off the floor again, just because she harldy ever walks. Flying's awesome, why would she? Not she has a lot more control when not flying into icy headwinds at high altitude.] It's called Genessia, and we're not in Ooo anymore. That's all I've got and it's in the box.

[She gestures down the street as she says] If you're going to ask more questions, can we at least get inside? It sucks out here.

[Marceline flies a little off the ground and Milla seems to either completely ignore this fact, or not be put off by it in the slightest. If anyone had met her 'sister,' they might understand why. In any case, it seems Milla's no closer to figuring out the nature of this place... marceline told her nothing she didn't already know. Though she has no idea where Ooo is. It sounds like a strange place.]

Certainly. It seems you know the lay of the land better than I, so lead the way.

This way. [She leads her back to her place, concentrating on flying.] Top floor, I'll open the door for you. [She goes up and through the window, and she's changed into a strapped top and jogging pants that serves as apartment and sleeping clothes when Milla gets in the apartment that has the door hanging open. There's enough candles around the room that have all burst into life that they will probably heating the room up a bit, too.

She pushes the door shut, before grabbing an apple from the bowl, all red ones, and sticking a fang in it. She drains the colour before dropping it to one side for now.] Help yourself to food. There's more things in the fridge.

[And she can answer questions now that she's dry and warming up.]

Edited (Dog pressed buttons XD) 2013-12-27 09:01 (UTC)

[Milla followed Marceline along rather cautiously. As friendly as she was, there was no reason to let her guard down just yet. Once she arrives at Marceline's apartment, it becomes all too obvious that the girl was some sort of super-natural... Especially when she seems to drink the red right out of an apple. That actually gets a look of surprise from her.]

...

Well... thank you for taking me in for the moment. [Milla's brushing her hair off - a big job, considering how much hair she has.] It's rather kind of you. I can only hope that others are as hospitable.

[Stepping into the apartment, Milla makes for the fridge since she was invited. Opening it up, she studies what's inside.] So... I suppose I should introduce myself. [Closing the fridge, she turns to the vampire.] I am Milla Maxwell. What is your name?

[Not everything in it is red.... but a lot of things are. There's a lot of tomatoes and tomato juice for one thing.

Marceline ignores the surprised look mostly, apart from giving it a slight grin and raised eyebrow. Go on, say something about it. But you're the only person apart from Ice King who's seen her do it - she'd like to keep the illusion there to people, because it means she can amuse herself if she needs to.] I'm Marceline. So I'm guessing you've just got here then?

I certainly did. I awoke in a pod device in what is apparently called "the Bay." I am Milla Maxwell, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Now... if you don't mind my asking, I simply must: did you just drink the pigment out of an apple?

The place with all the water, right? That's where me and Simon woke up, too. [A pause] I think a lot of them do, actually. [Either that, or it's a popular place to send first messages from.

There we go. She just knew it.] Yep. It's cool, right?

Cool? Well, I suppose it is cool. It certainly is interesting, I've never seen any creature able to do such a thing. [Milla noticed how Marceline drank with her fangs, which immediately reminds Milla of the vampire folklore she's read about. However, vampires don't drink pigment, they drink blood. It's so curious!]

What manner of human are you?

[She laughs. Quite hard, actually.] Wow doofus-brain, I'm not a human. Didn't you get that from the fact that I can fly?

[Did such a question really warrant such laughter? She certainly doesn't appreciate being laughed at or called a... a 'doofus-brain.' This girl doesn't even know who she's talking to!]

... Very well, you have a point. [The last person she could remember flying all the time was Muzét, so...] Then are you a spirit? Not human, of course, but humanoid.

Not a spirit. [she shakes her head, unconcerned about if you were offended. You gotta laugh when something's funny. A flying human - actually flying, not using a machine or had a spell cast on them or anything - is a pretty funny thought.]

I'm Marceline, the vampire queen. [...Ta da? It feels like a ta da moment. A little bit.]

A Vampire Queen? That certainly explains it. I've read of vampires in fiction novels - creatures of the night that feast on human blood.

[She subdues her surprise and goes back to get an apple of her own.] Though I suppose you don't follow the conventional image put forth by such literature. This world will never cease to amaze me. [She takes a bite of the apple and looks around Marceline's quaint little apartment.] And now you live here.

[She nods] It's actually the red we eat. But blood's sloshy enough that it tends to come with a lot of the time. [It's gross, and she doesn't care. You will start conversations about these things.]

Yep, now I live here. And you do too by the looks of things.

[There's something off-putting about referring to blood as 'sloshy,' but Milla keeps a straight face.]

Yes it appears I do. Hm... I suppose as long as I am here, I should get a handle on life in this place. [Things like how people live, what dangers the world poses, and just what she might be able to do to get home. But who could tell her what this place is all about? Marceline doesn't seem at all very useful in that regard.]

I thank you for your hospitality. I assure you I won't burden you very long.

It's fine. [She shrugs]

Life here is pretty much what it says in the leaflet. Home, lame job to pay for home, magic amulet so you can go places. It doesn't say anything about the totally sweet hunting you can get done, but I guess that puts off people who have no sense of fun.

[Smuggled to a strange land to... live a normal life? How strange that was.] Hmmm...

Hunting you say? So there are dangers about, not unlike my world... Monsters? [She's genuinely curious, but there is a glint in her eye. Battling monsters wasn't something she'd quickly get used to no longer being able to do, that's for sure.]

Some! you can even get paid for hunting them down - kinda is in the job description of being a guardian's assistant. Which is probably the least lame job here. Especially in everglade where the dead things are. [there's a real grin and an excited glint to her eye. Okay, so maybe she enjoys that part of her job - even if she has to avoid the ghost situations.]

Well that certainly seems to work in my favour. I have a fair bit of experience hunting monsters, so perhaps I could put those skills to use. That's good to know!

Hmm, but they way you talk you make it sound as if you are a guardian's assistant. Is that right? What is a guardian, exactly?

Yeah. It's not something I've been spreading about but I help out the wizard. They look after the cities or something. You know, keep people safe. [why she's not spreading it about. Vampire pranks are obviously less good if people think you've gone soft.]

[Hearing about the guardians, Milla sheds a smile.] Is that so? I think I rather like the sound of that position. I imagine it's difficult but rewarding work. Assisting a cause like that is nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm not ashamed of it. It's just boring when people know who you are and what you're doing all the time, don't you think?

Hm. While there is a call for discretion in many cases, I've never actually considered it a terrible hindrance in most situations that people know who I am. I believe you can avoid just as many bad situations by having a reputation as you can hiding from them.

Oh, no, I just don't want people getting the wrong idea. I'm just in it for the fun. Fun fun fun~ I like fun.

[The library, enormous as it is, is at least well-insulated against the cold. The power may have gone out, and few people would bother visiting this late and in this weather. But one woman seems to think it's a perfect time to get in some late-night reading. She carries a small oil lantern, holding it up to read the spines of books, occasionally slipping one loose to tuck under her arm.]

[This world's understanding of alchemy is quite different from her own, but to her surprise, there do seem to be a few volumes written that are familiar. It's best to know what resources are available to her, should she find someone with the talent to pursue the art and the potential to make a Philosopher's Stone.]

[She turns her head at the sound of the doors opening. Who would visit a library in such a storm?]

Are you a great reader? Or did you just arrive, I wonder?

[A library wasn't her preferred stopping point, but Milla decided it was best to step in for the moment before possibly heading elsewhere. It was quiet as she stepped inside, the door at the entrance creaking and shutting. This drew the attention of Lust, who had a clear view of the woman.]

[Milla regarded the woman with some curiosity before answering.] I am an avid reader, yes, but that is not why I came here. Your second question is more on the mark - I just awoke here.

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[Lust smiles.]

I see. "Any shelter in a storm."

[Finding the book she peruses through is garbage, she puts it back on the shelf and picks up her lantern.]

The weather is expected to clear tomorrow, though I can't say it will be any better.

[Hearing that the weather was to clear up was a relief for Milla. Maybe then she could find somewhere cozy to settle in... It was strange, but she was starting to long for a place like Nia Khera.]

That's good to know.

[A side-long glance towards the empty stacks lined with books, and Milla pondered.]

... I suppose then I'll need to find some way to get by.

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You'll find no shortage of jobs here. The requirements for taking on a job are lacking as well.

[She sits down at a desk, setting her lantern aside.]

What talents does one such as yourself possess?

I am no stranger to work. My particular talents... [She thinks for a moment on what she should say.] I have skills in spirit artes and swordsmanship. Back where I come from, I travelled in a party that would often take on mercenary work.

[Approaching the desk, Milla rested a hand on it, leaning. She's not one for idle chatter, but perhaps it would be beneficial to get to know at least some of Genessia's residents.] ... And what of you?

I suppose you could say I'm a mediator of sorts.

[She's certainly more personable than Gluttony, and her natural charms seem to inspire loyalty in men. She regards Milla with curiosity, then opens the book to one of the alchemical arrays and nudges it closer to the woman.]

Do you have any talent crafting something like this?

[Milla calmly accepts the book and looks down at it only to suffer a very brief moment where her face is stricken with uncertainty.

She'd never seen symbols or sciences that were anything like this back on Reize Maxia!]

Um... [She clears her throat.] While these symbols vaguely resemble the magic circles that appear when channelling spirits, I'm afraid I cannot make any sense of them.

[She takes a closer look at the book.] This sounds almost like a recipe... Though not for any food I think I'd be willing to eat.

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Not unless you have an appetite for tree bark as hard as steel, in any case.

[A pity, but she wasn't exactly banking on finding an alchemist so coincidentally. She closes the book.]

Channeling spirits, however, sounds interesting. How is such a thing done?

It's performed using a mana lobe... though I have reason to believe that humans in this place lack such a thing. That being said, it's difficult to explain. Humans in my world have a direct link to spirits and it's dependant on how well-defined their mana lobe in their brain is. I've been told that mine is very well-developed.

[Told by a talking doll.]

[She ponders her words.] It comes rather easy to me, so that must be true. [Also, she's kinda Maxwell, so spirits are a cake-walk.]

[Lust listens patiently. She's unsure just what this power can accomplish, so there's no way to know if the woman will be useful or not.]

What does a channeled spirit do?

Hmm... From what I could explain, and remember from Jude's particular information regarding the subject, it works like this: a human creates mana in their mana lobe, and when casting a spell, they 'channel' the spirits and offer that mana to them. The spirits then cast the arte, and recieve the mana necessary to maintain their life.

It's a give-and-take relationship between humans and spirits. The spells cast by channeling spirits can be used for many things, though I specialize in combat channeling.

[BOOOOOOOOOOOORING. Not that there's any indication of such on Lust's face. There's no mention of creation, or of altering the life force of another being, so it sounds like she's hit a dead end, albeit an expected one.]

I assume you are a warrior, then?

A warrior? I have been described as such, but I just do whatever it takes to fulfil my mission - to protect the balance of spirit and human-kind alike. Often times such a thing comes to blows.

I see.

[Lust rises to her feet, taking the book with her.]

Well, you may rest assured that such struggles are unlikely to take place within the city. I take it you don't seem to enjoy fighting, if the look on your face is any indication.

[That's an interesting thing to consider. Did she enjoy fighting? Battling monsters was an exhilarating experience unlike any other - but when it came to the disputes between humans... that was something different entirely.]

No. Who doesn't want a world where fighting would be unnecessary?

There are many who find glory in such things. Granted, they're primarily men.

[She shoots a coy little glance at Milla. Ho ho, men bashing is hilarious!]

But those with a tender heart would certainly be against such things.

Statistically speaking, that is true. Men are more prone to engage in "rough-housing" and other activity of the sort. I've read it has something to do with "testosterone" and possible pack mentality that has been said to be present in humans.

[Bashing men is so funny! Except when Milla goes and starts being boring about it. To Lust's last comment, Milla simply nods. She's not going to say she has a tender heart - that's a judgement for others to make.]

I've said so much about myself, I feel you have me at a disadvantage.

[Lust doesn't volunteer any information freely, but she has little to hide. Besides, now Milla has her curious again.]

I take it you are not human yourself?

[If Lust is going to be that way, then Milla is too.]

Technically.

Technically?

[She gives a small 'hm' of amusement.]

How interesting. Then just what are you?

I am Maxwell, Lord of Spirits. Though I suppose that name carries much less weight here in Genessia.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Only a fool would underestimate someone with such an illustrious title.

[Flattery, or mockery? With Lust, it could be either one, or both, or none.]

I believe I've finished with my research for the night. I expect the weather may be more to your liking come midnight, if you wish to wait here before traversing elsewhere.

[Whether or not it's flattery, or mockery, Milla just give Lust a smile. A knowing smile. Because she has a feeling it could be either.]

... Very well then. [She's going to have to concede here. This woman hasn't told her a thing about who she is. All Milla knows is that she's interested in alchemy - and her curiosity towards whether or not Milla herself knew anything about it was... worth noting.] I believe I will rest here until the weather clears.

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