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[Let's be honest. Ganelon isn't a stupid man, and he's no stranger to waking up suddenly to a world very unlike the one he'd gone to sleep in, but this had to be a new record. The cavern he'd found himself in originally was immaculate, clearly crafted by human hands, not a natural place, and that was confirmed pretty quickly when the burly warrior pulled himself from the coffin and found the supplies he'd been left. Whoever'd kidnapped him...in the middle of the Heartwyld, from under the noses of Slowhand and Golden Gabe...had been pretty thorough.

Of course, they were old now, his friends. Maybe they'd fallen asleep before it was his turn to keep watch. If that was the case, why weren't they all here? The pretty lady in the magic hologram didn't have any special answers, either. So...it was like the Catacombs in the south, then. You got thrown in, the door was locked behind you, and someone tossed the key. Fend for yourselves. Live and let live...or let die.

That seemed like the more likely endgame, considering they'd let him keep his armor and his ax. The massive, black-metal, double-bladed ax was strapped to the dark-skinned man's back, blades glinting the light of the streetlamps. Syrinx, the ax was called, and it was a comfortable weight on the southern warriors shoulders.

He cast an imposing figure, standing at the newsstand with an unfolded map, dark hair in dreads tumbling down his shoulders, grizzly beard in need of a trim. His shoulders were broad, his gauntleted hands massive, his emerald eyes firm. He'd turn if someone approached, thick brows lowering to regard them with wary suspicion. Yeah, the magic picture'd said he wasn't alone, but that didn't mean he was going to be friendly to the people he ran into...or who ran into him.]

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[Did this make Mercy unfortunate for walking around The Bay as she was returning home from work or not? She's been checking out The Bay more often, especially after the spirit ordeal, for the sake of helping any new people who may pop in. She didn't know too much about this place just yet, but maybe she can try to assist him?]

My, you look like you came from a rough world. [In terms of required to fight she means. She sees that ax.] Are you new?

[She doesn't appear to be wearing her Valkyrie suit right now. Let's be real here; wearing that in the hospital would make it difficult to get around... and for others as well. Though she can compact the wings to some degree, they really... weren't suited inside as much as they were for the battlefield so to speak. So instead she was wearing a plain white lab coat with an ID clipped to the pocket. She hadn't gotten to putting her name on it just yet.]

[The large, brutish man looks over as she approaches and grunts his non-committal response. At least that's the only response he gives at first, until he realizes Slowhand or Gabe aren't around to actually answer for him and he makes another grunt to indicate how annoying that is before setting down the map he'd been perusing and turning to face her with a nod.

He's never seen anyone dressed like her before, but there are much more important things to worry about than someone's weird choice of coat. He nods once, resting his hands on the wide belt around his waist.]

Yeah. That easy to spot, huh?

[Slightly sarcastic, sure, but he never said he was nice.]

[She's used to sarcasm, sir. Hell, she started her career out optimistic to help people in need and ended up more sarcastic and unamused than before; at least she still holds her stance on helping those in need, even if she wants to shoot them in the head sometimes for spamming that they need healing. She's going to disregard that for now though.]

I've just arrived here about a week ago myself, so I understand. At least its not chaotic right now. You're in a world called Genessia, where there's no known way out or purpose.

[He grunted in response at first.]

Sounds like fun.

[There wasn't any specific designator in his voice to indicate how he might actually feel about that.]

Nobody's in charge?

It seems like nobody has taken responsibility in that regard at least. There are City Guardians, but they were brought here just like we were, so I doubt they'll have anything to do with our arrivals.

How can we be taken somewhere and there not be anyone to step up? It seems like that would be a grand way to assert your power here. [Not that she's too keen on the idea, just that people were generally greedy by nature when it came to power; Something didn't add up.]

Guardians, huh? What do they do? [A beat.] Besides guard, that is.

[By way of illustrating that he isn't a moron.]

Maybe...they don't think they need to. There's no way out, right? Who cares if we know who did it?

They're in charge of the respective cities, so you can think of them as an authority figure. They also come together to help protect innocent people during times of crisis when they arrive.

I suppose if you can't particularly care to find out, there's nothing wrong with that. As it stands, we have no way out so we need to make the best of a bad situation. I personally would like to find out more about the reason for coming here, but I suppose that would come in time.

Who put the Guardians in charge, anyway? Self-imposed or something?

[He crosses his arms. While Ganelon isn't opposed to learning about why they're here, he's always been the pragmatic one.]

They're nominated and then voted into office by the people that are staying here.

[Enis is tired of peoples shit and back to doing her own thing.

Her backpack is hanging from her shoulders and she’s dressed from head to toe in black. It’s a bit hot out to be wearing so much black but Enis doesn’t appeared bothered by it. Her top is a simple studded leather corset accompanied by a pair of basic black jeans.

Ganelon makes Enis pause and turn to look at him, her eyebrow rising in a curious arc. He looks like one of her father’s creations. Vibrant blue eyes flick down to the map and then back up to his features.]

Map’s only really work if you know where you’re going.

[It’s hard to tell if her words are meant to be helpful or not.]

[Ganelon's emerald gaze shifts in Enis' direction as her footfalls approach, but he doesn't reach for his ax. He's always ready to fight, but knowing what's going on around here, even a little bit, is probably a good idea. That's what Slowhand would say, anyway. Of course, Slowhand would also let him handle all the heavy lifting.

Oh, wait. They always did that, didn't they? Not that it mattered. Heavy lifting was his favorite part.]

They're pretty good for figuring out where you are, too.

Only if you have a point of reference.

[Enis counters him easily.

Her eyes look down at the map before raising up to meet his gaze. She wonders where he's from though she doesn't feel the need to ask right away. It's a lazy approach compared to what Enis usually did but she was stuck here and found that time was the one thing she had plenty of.]

Do you know where you are?

Or you can figure out where you are on it.

[Which, when he thinks about it, is the same thing. Still, she seemed to be implying he couldn't use it if he didn't know where to start. She was wrong.]

The middle.

[Enis nods to his statement because it answers her question. She hadn't meant to imply that he doesn't know or can't read a map but then she's never been particularly skilled at talking to people.]

That's true.

[She cheats and has the map in her head.]

So where are you headed?

The closest bar.

[Because when someone hands you cash, that's the first thing you do with it.]

Why?

I was going to offer to lend a hand.

[She looks sideways at him, her gaze scanning him up and down with a curious look.]

Perhaps recommend a place but I can not, if you'd rather hand it yourself.

[Enis doesn't really care but she is curious about him.]

There are men who need a hand finding a beer?

[He grunts a laugh, which seems like a strange sound for him to make.]

You wanna tag along? Fine.

You might be surprised.

[Enis replies with a slight lift of her shoulders.]

Thanks. [It's sort of like an invitation.] I'll let you lead the way.

The same kind who need slaves to wipe their asses, right?

[He scoffs, shrugging and starting off in a direction. Honestly, it's not even one in reference to any suggested by the map he'd recently tucked away. In his experience, no city worth its salt ever had a street too far from a bar. The smell should lead them there well enough.]

What else can you tell me about this place?

[This was like flying solo, before hooking up with Gabe and the others. He could handle this. It made the darkness easier to ignore, anyway. Either that or he'd never actually left the Quarry and this was one of his weirder dreams. It was better than immeasurable amounts of time passing either way.]

[Enis nods her head though she doesn't outwardly answer him. It doesn't feel like the sort of comment that needs an answer.]

A lot. It depends what you want to know.

[She doesn't want to simply start rambling and while she'd done that for Clay, he had been a special case.]

Ask something and I'll tell you what I can. Before you ask why we're here or how, those I do not have answers too.

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