genessia | 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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[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.

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