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[He'd woken up with a sudden start. His mind was immediately cluttered with questions as he quickly scanned the area around him from the pod. Most of his questions ranged from "What the hell is going on here?" to "Where the hell am I?" - but even if he had those answers, they still wouldn't explain the whole 'waking up in a pod like some cheesy science fiction novel' thing. He knew better - Belka had no form of technology that would explain this 'pod' nonsense. Giant laser towers, sure, but cocoons? Not quite. Especially not when he knew he was last in Waldreich after carrying himself there from the Avalon Dam.

Too many thoughts were clouding his mind at once. He shut his eyes, taking a moment to clear his head and try to piece together the events he could remember. He survived that last air battle, so there was no way he could be dead; even if he thought he should be. More importantly, he was found by civilians that still lived at ground zero. He was staying there ever since. Now this? This doesn't make sense. He would have known if he were transported anywhere. He sat up, catching the box on his chest with a swift, precise motion before it slid off of him and into the water. His eyes narrowed, instinct tellng him to investigate the contents of the box on the off chance it was a trap. When he found the contents were nothing to be concerned with, he closed the box before he slipped it into one of his flight suit's pockets, then patted a pocket on the other side- there's what he needed. His pistol.]

[Pixy carefully made his way out of the Bay, hands tightly gripped around his pistol as he carefully scanned the area. He hesitated at the entrance, narrowing his eyes at the sight. There definitely wasn't anywhere in Belka that even remotely resembled this. He took a few steps forward, but immediately whirled around with his gun pointed when the hologram started its message. When he realized just what it was, he slowly lowered his pistol and listened carefully. 'Weiss Schnee', huh? That's a Belkan name if he ever heard one-- even if it was kind of generic. Honestly, 'White Snow'? Still, he hadn't heard the name 'Schnee' since his dogfight with the Schnee Squadron at the Round Table.

Still, anything that hologram was spouting sounded like sheer nonsense. The idea of being in another world was ridiculous, but at the same time, he reminded himself that there was no place even remotely close to this in Belka, or any other country he visited. This seemed more like a coma or a bad fever dream than any form of reality. Perhaps he was more wounded from ejecting from the Morgan than he realized, although it was odd that he still felt those injuries.

There was no point in standing there any longer when the message had finished, and while he should investigate the box's contents more thoroughly, he'll save it for now. For the time being, he's going to stick to carefully exploring the city with gun in hand. On one hand, he hoped to find a familiar face somewhere, but on the other, he hoped that wouldn't be the case. He moved slowly and carefully as the snow quietly crunched beneath his boots; the man clad in a flight suit and heavy brown, fur collared flight jacket with an emblem on the left arm moved through Genessia City, clearly on edge to any bystander that'd see him. Approaching him with caution would be highly advised.]

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[With a hoodie sweater covering his horns, as uncomfortable as it is, Signless has found he doesn't attract nearly as many stares as he did when he was simply walking around in nothing but his leggings. Then again, after exploring some of the stranger cities attached to this central one, he believes that may have just been because of his ridiculous lack of proper clothing in this weather.

But after being out and about for a few hours, the snow is really starting to grow on him, and the chill doesn't bother him as much as it initially did. However, he's still curious regarding everything about this place, and that includes that strange bay he found himself and his friend in the night before. So of course he's wandering the area, wondering the little details of how and why, when he spots someone who seems... Well, tense would be putting it lightly.

His steps slow, hands removed from the safe confines of his jacket pockets to show there's no weapon in them. You don't start a revolution and not know how to work your way cautiously around someone clearly armed and prepared for battle.]

Now, there's no need for that, is there?

[Signless is smart enough to keep his distance, his body relaxed, nonthreatening as possible as he gestures to the gun, but still poised to dodge if necessary. But this man seems far too on edge for what appears to be peaceful surroundings as far as his explorations have told him. It would be a shame for someone unknowing to spark this man's paranoia and get themselves hurt.]

[As Pixy took another step, he briefly froze, and when he heard that voice he immediately turned on his heel and had his gun trained on the newcomer. His eyes narrowed, his finger on the trigger while he checked Signless over.]

I dunno, kid, you tell me.

[Whoever he is, he appeared unarmed- but just because someone looks unarmed, doesn't mean they are unarmed. And having just come out of a war, and a failed revolution of his own, Pixy wasn't willing to take any chances.

Despite this, Signless' posture did seem to make Pixy relax enough to move his finger away from the trigger. His gun was still aimed, but he was at least less likely to fire. He let out a long, quiet breath that clouded in the chill air.]

I didn't know the circus was in town. Who are you?

[With the man's finger away from the trigger, Signless allows himself to relax further as well. Still watchful in case things change, but not ready to dodge at any given moment. The word's have him snorting softly in amusement, the irony of a "circus" being closely related to his own recent death a morbid sense of humor he shouldn't have.

But his hands lift slowly to lower the hood of his jacket, better showing off his small horns and pointed ears, as if his fangs and eyes weren't telling enough he wasn't human.]

Not a kid, I assure you, and I mean you no harm. I don't think anyone in this place does, to be quite honest. I can't claim to know the intimate details as it's been perhaps just over twenty-four hours since my arrival, but for the hours I've been taking in this city and the surrounding ones, I've ran into no conflicts which would require a weapon to handle.

The name I commonly go by is the Signless, a title which is meaningless to humans and yet I see no reason to change it regardless of how long my stay here may be. And you are?

[Hikari rather liked being out in the snow when she could get out there and today she managed to get that little break from the centre and just so happened to be wondering around when she spotted the new arrivals...and the gun in his hand. As she moved to take a step back Azumarill, her pokemon partner got into stance, thinking that thier masters life could be in danger. However Hikari speak up, eve if she was scared.]

You know... You shouldn't just have a gun out like that.

[One can never be sure as to what might happen and Yugi was well aware of it. So when he came across the new arrival and wasn't sure so sure as to what to do really. He paused for a moment as he tried to think of what to say or do, but however he was trying his best to keep his calm.]

You must be new, giving her much on the defence you are?

[Pixy's brow furrowed as his eyes were attracted to the horns and ears. This encounter was just flooding his mind with even more questions, and he had enough of those as it was. He was having a hard time accepting this 'Genessia' thing to begin with, but now someone claiming they're not human?]

Can't say I'm a fan of the theatrics here. If you aren't human, then what are you?

[Although if what he's saying is true as far as the city is concerned, it would be somewhat of a relief. He doesn't exactly want to have to use that gun in his hand. Still, having it made him feel a little more secure. With further hesitation, Pixy began to lower the gun.]

'Signless', huh? [Weird. Well, then again, he's not exactly one to talk about weird names.] Name's Pixy.

A troll from the planet Alternia, so an alien would be the simplest answer.

[The lowering of the gun keeps his smile in place, glad to know that he helped relax Pixy to some degree at the very least. He could certainly understand the appeal of having a weapon, just in case. If he'd awoken alone in this place instead of with a friend, well. He doubts he'd be in the best of moods right now either.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Pixy. Have you read all the information you were given upon arrival?

[Hearing the girl's words startled him and caused him to quickly turn around. His arms were about to aim the gun at her, but in this case his eyes were faster than his hands, and seeing that it was a young girl let him catch himself in his actions and quickly lower the gun just as quickly as it was raised. Still, despite the gun being lowered, it was clear he was tense and ready to move on a moment's notice. His eyes briefly glanced to the Azumarill, narrowing his eyes at the strange creature before he looked back at Hikari.]

You got any better ideas on what I'm supposed to do with it then?

[His voice had a dry, sarcastic tone to it, but hey, at least he was able to manage some form of sarcasm in the first place.]

[He came to a stop when he saw Yugi and frowned. He could at least breathe a little easier since it was a kid, but he looks tense enough that he could have that gun trained on a target in an instant.]

Sure, 'new', if that's what you want to call it.

... Alien. Right.

[If the disbelief wasn't apparent in his tone alone, it sure was written all over his face.]

Wakin' up in a pod, claims of an alternate world, now aliens? What kinda cheap sci-fi setting is this?

[You know what, maybe it's best not to ask right now.]

Can't say I've had the chance to do any light reading. I've been a little preoccupied.

[Preoccupied making sure he doesn't have any unfortunate run-ins with his former flight lead or anyone from A World With No Boundaries.]

A foreign concept, I take it. Whether or not you believe me, I speak only the truth. I can't blame you for being so skeptical, all of this really does seem a little over the top, doesn't it?

[He makes a vague gesture to their surroundings, speaking of the city, this world as a whole, before one of his hands goes back into his pockets. It's brief, not long enough to draw suspicion, and he pulls out a small stack of pamphlets.

Someone raided the magazine rack when he first arrived.]

Whether or not you accept what this place is, you should at least be aware of your surroundings. Recon is helpful, but even moreso when you have maps and facts regarding the surrounding areas.

[And it's only then that Signless risks moving closer, showing he means no harm other than to hand over the spare maps of all the cities he's been carrying around with him. If he happens to get himself lost later, well. More time to explore.]

I wouldn't have believed most of it myself, but once you experience death only to wake up in a strange world, you tend to have a more open mind about the possibilities of reality.

Put it away.

[Hikari was scared but she at least had the balls to be somewhat pissed about it. However being sarcastic was not something she was awfully good at in the first place.]

It's not necessary and just plain rude.

Well unless you lived here and don't have a necklace you wouldn't be, but given your actions and movement make it rather obvious you are a new arrival and not someone whose use to being here.

[Which he was pretty sure it meant that the other might have questions of some kind.]

[Ib's eyebrow rose as the man stepped along the sidewalk. She's heading towards the bar, about to start her shift so there really isn't time to pause but she can't help but stare. Her own winter jacket is pulled tight around her shoulders obscuring the clothes she wears for work. Her long dark hair is falling freely over her shoulder and then curling just below the curve of her hips.

As he steps closer she moves to the side allowing him to pass without worry or fear of her.]

If you're lost you should just ask for help.

[Red eyes reflect the light of the snow as the sun light glints against the white fluff lining the sidewalks.]

[Levy just blinks, looking at the gun and then the guy holding it. Her arms are currently filled with three books she had found to complete orders including the one for Nagisa about dog training. She doesn't look scared but she doesn't glance around before looking back at him.]

Why do you have that out?

[She feels like there is something she's missing.]

No kiddin'. 'A little' over the top is putting it lightly.

[He scoffed. As far as he knows, Signless is just some weird kid in a Halloween costume spouting some kind of weird nonsense to blend in with the current scenery.

His eyes narrow and the grip on his gun tightens when he watches Signless reach into his pocket, but relaxes again when all he pulled out were pamphlets. Pixy knew of the ones by the hologram, and he was thinking about going back for them later, but hey, if he's offering. He carefully reaches over and takes them, glancing down at them briefly before tucking them in his flight jacket's pocket.]

You don't need to tell me what I already know, kid. This isn't my first time to the rodeo.

[He's just had to get off the defensive first, then he could work on the other details. He had the gun comfortably lowered to his side for now; at least he hasn't had to shoot anyone yet. That's always a plus. But now he's more perplexed at those words. He 'experienced death'?]

Now you're just makin' sound like Hell turned out to be a nicer place than it was made out to be.

[He stared at her out of dull surprise before he couldn't help but crack a smirk. That girl's got guts to say that to a man with a gun, especially for a girl her age. He can respect that. He lowered the gun to his side and carelessly waved his free hand as he shook his head.]

Can't do that, kid. Not until I know just what the hell's goin' on here.

[He'll be the one to determine if the gun is necessary or not. Still, at least she got him to lower it to his side in the first place.]

You know, I'm probably older than you.

[There's bemusement in his tone as he stuffs hands hands back into his hoodie pockets, more for warmth than anything, and shakes his head. He doesn't know much about humans, but he certainly hasn't been called a kid in a very long time.

He withholds pointing out that if Pixy was already aware of this, he should've taken the time to read all the information provided before surveying the area.]

But you know, that was one of my first thoughts when I awoke here. But the only thing hellish about this place is the boredom that sits in once you realize there's no need to watch your back every second and not much else to do as you get settled in.

[He could have made some kind of sarcastic remark about the kid not knowing for certain if he was just a tense local or not, but really, the flight suit and jacket made it obvious that wasn't the case. And right now, he wasn't in the mindset for sarcasm quite yet.]

And lemme guess. You're gonna tell me the same details that hologram did about not knowin' who's responsible for all this. Am I right, kid?

[When he saw her approaching, he naturally was more tense, but seeing how relatively young she was, he kept the gun lowered for now.

Although the way she carelessly passed him and left that remark made him frown. Instinct told him that there was more to this girl than it seemed. He stopped, watching her walk past him and scoffed.]

Alright then, kid. Care to enlighten me or am I just gonna hear the same nonsense that I got already?

['Why does he have that out'? What other reason would he have a gun out? By now he's likely less tense than he was before, but it still showed in his expression and posture. Now it's time for a little more dry sarcasm.]

I dunno, kid. Why would someone have a weapon out?

Kid?

[Her tone turns sour.]

Just because I'm not an old man doesn't mean I'm just a kid. [Technically being a nineteen year old makes her a kid but Ib's been through more than most people twice her age.]

I don't know what nonsense you have heard.

To use.

[Levy answers simply before adjusting her books.]

Unless you want to shot me I just have books as a target.

[She doesn't really think she's going to get shot though her shoulders are a little tense.]

If you're not going to use it put it away.

[New arrival. It clicked pretty quickly that perhap he'll put the gun away if she explained.]

Well what the 'hell' is going on is simple. We've been brought here for some reason that no one knows. There is no way back so we are all stuck here. Sure people disappear, but we have no way of knowing what happens to those people.

That is pretty much what everyone with a necklace and without are going to say. Whoever is behind this is very picky about what we can know and what we can't.

[He only knew what everyone else did after all.]

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