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( Lioriley just barely catches her bearings upon arrival, meandering aimlessly into the city with no real destination. A vague recollection of the strange metal buildings around her sparks somewhere in the back of her mind, but vanishes just as quickly. She feels as if she might have been here before, but there is no possible way she could have.

She would linger on that thought longer, were it not for a sudden yelp (or shriek, or thump, or whatever) of pain coming from nearby. Someone, somehow, has hurt themselves - either by accident, or through some violent act of another - and Lioriley quickly jumps into action. )

Are you alright? What happened? ( Slender fingers, dark with twisting bright blue lines reach out instinctively toward wherever their injury may be, wisps of color dancing off the tips as surges of healing energy suddenly pulse into them. )

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[Little of column A...She'll find a skeleton on all fours, decked out in flashy politicking pieces. Mostly a lot of buttons and a giant signboard taped to his back with the words VOTE FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS in big, red letters.]

OH, WELL, YOU SEE, I ASKED A LADY IF I COULD KISS HER BABY. OR AT LEAST GIVE IT A PAT ON THE HEAD. THEN SHE SHRIEKED AND DECKED ME WITH HER PURSE!! WHO KNEW THEY COULD BE SO DEADLY???

[Maybe skeletons were an unnerving site in Gen. City. Maybe he was too forward. Maybe she has an unyielding hatred for politicians. Whatever the case, his kind of monster can be fragile if he didn't mean to fight, and fighting was far from his balmy brain now.]

YET, MYSTERIOUSLY I SEEM TO BE FEELING MUCH BETTER!! IS THAT...GASP...MAGIC!? ARE YOU A MONSTER TOO??

[He's in the middle of trying to wrap up a long gash on his arm, clearly caused by the open and jagged fencing he's currently crouched next to. ...As a pro hero—no—as an adult he should have known better.

But there's also a small little clump of furry something or others on the other side of the fence. He might have been trying to help them out, or something.]

Hahaha, heeeey woah. Uh, it's not really as bad as it looks, I don't think. [He does, however, watch the color swirl about her fingers though.]

( His objections are mostly useless, if only because Lioriley is moving purely on instinct in those first few seconds. She's crouched in front of him now, those glowing fingertips tapping against the bandage covering his wound. A jolt of energy, warm and almost calming as it slips past the cloth and into his skin. Her cheeks glow bright, like she's embarrassed. )

Forgive me for being so forward. It looked rather painful from what I saw.

( Lioriley's movements do not slow, even as her brain registers the sight before her. A skeleton, talking, emoting in a way almost human. Well... she supposes he might have been human, but that's neither here nor there. )

Ah, no. Not a monster. A Lunari. ( A monster, perhaps, to some, but not something she would proudly identify as. ) Though it was magic. Can you stand?

OH, A LUNARI.

WHAT'S THAT?

[Of the two races he was familiar with, that's neither. He springs up with a "hup"]

HUP! YUP, I'M FEELING AS GOOD AS I LOOK!! ARE YOU NEW HERE?

[Injuries are a constant for Rosinante. He sets himself on fire at least three times a day, falls repeatedly, and has terrible luck in general. But this time, it's worse than usual. He's been able to put out the flames that tried overtaking him, his shirt is off and a myriad of scars are exposed. But the actual problem is a massive burn that goes from hand to above the elbow, cloth bits stuck into it, raw and painful. And the remains of his charred garment is on the ground near him.

It takes a lot to get him to actually cry out in pain, but this qualifies for it.] I'm-[What is she doing? He's actually stunned into silence, unable to properly process her question. And then he gets to be amazed.]

It is — ( She pauses, uncertain how to explain something she has never had to explain before. ) Akin to what some call an elf? Only more inclined toward magic.

( She hopes that will suffice for an answer. His next question is simply given a nod. Yes, she is new here. )

( Assuming Rosinante isn't pulling away, she'll wrap her slender fingers around his forearm, encompassing a good portion of the burn. Doing that to such a fresh wound should hurt; but instead of pain Rosinante should feel — unless he has some sort of allergy to healing magic — a soft, rhythmic pulse, almost like a heartbeat; and a tingling sensation that ebbs along his skin and through his muscles.

The burn that peeks through her fingers starts to fade, and after Lioriley is certain her magic is doing its job; she looks up at him and smiles faintly. ) I apologize if I startled you.

OH...WHAT'S AN ELF?

[He must get to the bottom of this intriguing blue person, who knows magic despite not being a monster. Wonders never cease.]

WELL MAGICAL ELF, AS A GREAT MAGICIAN MYSELF, I'M IMPRESSED!! NOT TOO MANY CAN DO HEALING MAGIC. MY MAGIC'S PRETTY BONY. WANT TO SEE??

[Rosinante doesn't pull away. He just stares in shocked silence as she heals him, and there's something pure and powerful about the magic that leaves him unsure of what he feels. It's so different than devil's fruit based powers, and he didn't think that such a horrible wound could be worked on so quickly.

It really is healing.] No, I'm fine. Thank you... [He stares at the wound, and back towards Lioriley.] You're amazing! I thought I was in trouble this time.

[He leans back a little, but doesn't jerk his arm back, try to wrench it away or anything else defensive. Instead his eyes focus on the energy that seems to come from her fingers to settle into the wound that he'd mostly poorly started to wrap up.]

... Heeey, it's no problem! [He may be curious about what he's just experienced, but it's no sense in making her uncomfortable.] If our positions were reversed I'm sure I would've done the same!!

[he's peeling the bandages off now, brows rising when the wound is basically gone.] Sooooo.... is that some kinda special ability or magic or something?

( Uh. ) Humanoid, with pointed ears and longer spans than humans. ( She's still not sure how she would explain it beyond that. )

Bony? ( She's only mildly hesitant. He is a skeleton after all, so it stands to reason that his magic would be... bony? Right? ) Certainly, if you are willing to share, I suppose.

( She raises her hand back, waves it slightly as if to dismiss his thanks - it's nothing; something almost second nature to her now. The lines across her cheeks brighten slightly, and Lioriley exhales a nervous sounding laugh. )

I am glad I arrived in time, then. However did you end up in such a situation?

That is good to know. ( She is always under the assumption that people would react appropriately in such situations; though it is rare that any often admit to it.

A nod follows as she pulls her hand back, hands resting on her thighs. )

Magic. ( Simple enough, right? ) Your wound should be gone entirely soon.

( A pause, her head tilts to the side and she looks toward the fence. ) Were you trying to get to the other side?

HUMAN!? SO THEN...YOU'RE RELATED??

[There it is, the other race he's so interested in. If only he wasn't woefully ignorant as to what they look like. Aesthetics escape him.]

VERY WELL, LUNARI! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL DAZZLE YOU WITH MY TECHNIQUE! BEHOLD!

[With nary a sound nor a movement, a queue of bones lazily scrolls between the two of them, rising but a foot off the ground.]

HMM, IT SEEMS MY MAGIC HAS A LOT TO SAY!

[Letters being to form from the pile.]

[Papyrus smiles expectantly]

[To Rosinante it's not nothing, it's a release from agony. And she gave him relief from something horrible and that he would have had a rough recovery from. So to him, this isn't anything to dismiss. It's kindness and mercy.]

My shirt caught fire. [Like that explains everything.

The coat that he's holding is well worn and covered with burn marks and smells of smoke. That might give a hint as to how often it happens.]

( It really doesn't, but Lioriley seems to accept the lacking explanation as she looks over the coat. Maybe he is some sort of magic user himself? Fire based, if she had to guess. Or perhaps he has been hit with a string of bad luck - happens to everyone, unfortunately.

Either way, he seems well enough now, and for that she offers another smile. )

Well, I should hope such a thing does not happen again. Such burns can be quite unpleasant. ( More than unpleasant, but whatever. ) Let us be more careful, hm? Where were you headed, anyway?

I'd rather not go through it again. I'll try to be careful after this. [Rosinante is relieved, but also a little embarrassed. The feather coat goes around him for some sense of decency, his scars will always be ugly to him. And he stands up, carefully after that.] I think I need to go somewhere to find a new shirt. That one isn't savable...

( She nods approvingly at that, hopeful that she won't have to do this again in the future - or near future. The small elven woman also stands, brushing some dirt off her knees as she glances up and down the street. )

I would offer to assist, but I fear I only just arrived and do not know my way around just yet. I can, however, accompany you if you like?

[It really didn't hit him how small she was until he saw her stand while he was up at his full height. She's not as small as Law was, of course. But Law was a child.

Rosinante is so wary. So worried about letting anyone close to him at all. But she's already done him a great favor without asking for a thing in return. So he nods.] I'd like that. And if you want, I can show you around as thanks for helping me. That wasn't going to heal nicely.

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