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[lyriumspecter]

[Disorientation was not unknown to Fenris. He’d experienced it several times in his past, but never quite in such a way. Uncertain what the pamphlet suggested aside from images of the device included in the box, he grumbled and shoved the pamphlet, the red papers included, along with the phone, into a pouch at his waist and strode through the water without hesitation. He’d faced demons and worse before, and while he was alone, he certainly wasn’t going to allow the weakness of fear show, and the spiked armor and large sword lashed to his back went a long way to help the image along.

When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.

Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]

You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.

[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]

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[swordprincess]

[Karla is in the middle of one of her usual patrols around Genessia City, not even noticing the person leaning against the wall when he calls out to her. She stops and turns to face him, studying him curiously. His thin figure and light armor suggested that he was a quick warrior of sorts. Karla tilts her head with a light smile as she responds with a single word.]

...Yes?

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[lyriumspecter]

[The elf with the strange markings, no taller than her really, stands from his position and walks over to her. She may notice his feet are bare, and if the markings there and on his arms, neck, and chin are any indication, the subtly glowing things cover him from head to toe.]

You are most mind.

[He inclines his head.]

This city, Genessia, are you a native?

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[swordprincess]

[As he approaches her, she could get a closer look at his markings. If she notices the subtle glow, she doesn't think much of them. She averts her gaze, shaking her head.]

No...I was drawn into this world over three years ago.

[She reaches up to her pendant.]

You can tell by these pendants. Everyone who was brought here from other worlds has one of these. The natives of this world don't. These pendants allow us to pass from one city to the next, and enter the subarchways, so I would strongly suggest hanging on to yours.

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[lyriumspecter]

[From the sneer that twists his lips at the prospect, he doesn't seem to like that suggestion.]

Yes, I suppose it's prudent to keep hold of our decadent chains. How else will they track us?

[This entire setup stinks to Fenris. It's too contrived, too convenient.]

And what is it they ask of you, these masters who've leashed us?

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[eeeksorcist]

[Though Eleanor had been here some time now, offering her thanks to the Empyreans that she even has some kind of roof to sleep under, she was still finding it difficult to believe all that she learned.

Her thoughts immediately turned to whoever stated they needed assistance. As an Exorcist, it was simply impossible to say any manner of "no."]

Oh, certainly! I'll do my best of be of assistance. What can I do for you?

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[lyriumspecter]

[He wasn't accustomed to people responding with a willingness to aid those who asked for it without a request for payment first. This place was going to take some getting used to. Of course, if he could help it, he wouldn't have to acclimate long.]

Answer some questions. [He moves from his position against the wall, approaching. His movements are smooth, and while he's short of stature and lithe, the large sword on his back doesn't seem to slow him down. He has strange markings that start at his chin and lead beneath his spiked armor. They're allow visible on his bare arms and feet. The fact that he's not wearing shoes also doesn't seem to phase him.]

Are you a native here?

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[eeeksorcist]

[Eleanor stood by and allowed him to approach. She wasn't one to be shy, especially when faced with such a battle-hardened looking man. In fact, the markings and spiked armour momentarily reminded her of daemons.

Her own small stature is made for by her two-pronged spear harnessed on her back. While she doesn't expect this encounter to go sour, she'll at least have some method of self-defence.]

A native...? I'm sorry, but I can't say that I am. I'm from the Holy Midgand Empire.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana's signature armor was a good deal less spiky, but the shield on her back made up for it with several six inch long points jutting off the face of it. No leather feather theme here, but plenty of fiery eyeballs with swords through them, like the big one emblazoned on her breastplate. What a lucky break that she'd just been on her way back from Attleton, and her route back to the house came this way. What another lucky break that Jethro wasn't with her, today. The Inquisitor paused when Fenris spoke up, and quirked a scarred eyebrow at him. "Let me guess... you're new."

[lyriumspecter]

The first few responses that sprung to Fenris' mind were sarcastic and he bit them back. After working with Hawke and her allies for three years, he'd learned at least a monochrome of civility, if not patience. The latter was wearing thin rather quickly, too, but it wasn't this woman's fault.

Judging from her appearance, as well as how well-equipped she was, she would make a formidable adversary as well, even if he didn't recognize the symbols on her armor. He stood from his spot on the wall, inclining his head in a nod.

"What gave me away?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Other than hanging out near the maps and asking for assistance? Not much at all." Look, the Inquisitor had a habit of pausing for people who wanted help with something, but that didn't mean she had to be slick about it. That had been Josephine's job; decidedly not Alleyana's.

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[sakuya_izayoi]

Sakuya would pause, basket under one arm, looking at Fenris with an eyebrow raised. She had not seen any like him before. And the tattoos were... different to say the least. She couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Though she, herself would probably look just as unusual. Dressed in a full maid's uniform, she did kind of stand out.

At the same time she had an air about her that would no doubt be recognized. She was dangerous. Confident. There was only a single moment to absorb this before she let out a soft sigh, turned, and walked over to him.

"Hello. Are you lost?"

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[lyriumspecter]

His eyes are large, larger than any human's at least, and he moves them in her direction as she stares, narrowing them slightly. He's accustomed to the looks, knowing how strange he appears. His former master used to use him as a means of intimidating his rivals, and with good reason. While lithe and small of stature, Fenris was a force to the reckoned with if he so chose.

"Aren't we all?" He moved a spiked gauntleted hand toward the dais on which Weiss' message replayed. "She would have us believe it to be so."

[sakuya_izayoi]

"I am certainly not lost. Displaced, perhaps. But lost is something more specific." She had not missed the double meaning of the word.

"You mean Weiss?" It wasn't really a question. "She is a bit of a fool to think that a welcoming message will ease the fears of newcomers. She is as trapped as any of us."

Sakuya seemed to relax a hair. Fenris wasn't as angry as most of the newly awakened people. And she didn't immediately hate him... which was a good start.

"My name is Sakuya Izayoi, by the by. The Devil's Maid." That was quite the title. She gave him a formal nod. Not quite a bow.

[pianola]

[ Dorothy is wandering the cities again that morning, and has popped in and out of the Bay more than once. The new face surprises her, a little. Not that it's noticable.

Fenris is more polite than some people, in Dorothy's opinion. ]

How can I help you?

[lyriumspecter]

[Fenris nods, moving toward her, and makes a motion toward the dais on which Weiss' hologram as begun speaking again.]

This...Weiss mentions addresses. I don't know where to find them.

[pianola]

[ Before the trips to Fayren, before talk of magic and seeing it in person, this man might have been strange to Dorothy.

Now, even after a few days, she's learned to just blame Genessia.

Looks up at him. Seems very calm. ]

It's in the pamphlet, too.

Where would you like to go?

[clevermind]

[Belle's head turns towards the strange man, if she could call him that, and offers him a warm smile.]

That depends what you are looking for.

[She steps closer, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She'd been on her way to the library, same as every day, and had a basket of books collected beneath the crook of her arm. Even so, her evening is free and she's in no rush to disregard someone who might be assistance.]

How can I help you?

[lyriumspecter]

[She was actually of a similar height to him, as elves were smaller than humans, and he moved closer to her slowly, so as to not seem menacing. He knew he could rather easily.]

Just information, the locations this...message refers to.

[clevermind]

I'd be happy to assist you.

[She smiles softly before looking down at the maps in his hand.]

To start, do you know where you are?

[kurobakeneko]

I do not mind at all.

[This cat-eared pedestrian answers with a faint smile. Nao had hoped to venture here to educate himself further regarding the plight of the citizens here. While he does remember speaking and listening to the hologram intently, he honestly forgotten a few things. That's why he ventured by the bay.]

Do you have any specific questions or in need of anything?

[While Nao certainly is indeed male, the Shinobi is quite aware of whis appearance. It doesn't help that the effeminate man purchased this lovely black and pink kimono ensemble with the long billowing sleeves. He should've saved the money given to him for housing but it seems Nao lucked out on that thanks to Ace.]

[lyriumspecter]

[All Nao serves to do is remind Fenris of the flamboyant and often decadent Magisters of his former homeland. It isn't a compliment, and it makes him more prickly than he usually is. His tone is gruff when he replies.]

Directions. Several addresses are mentioned by this...message and I don't know their reckoning on the map.

[Because he can't read.]

[kurobakeneko]

[Him? A magister? Oh, perish the thought. Nao would be somewhat offended if he even knew. Nevertheless, the rude most likely smelly elf gets a polite smile.]

I take that the script here is foreign to you. Very well, let's see-

[He pauses briefly as he reads over the message.]

For those who brandishes these pendants like my own, you will start within Genessia Proper, this city. There's four other cities surrounding Genessia. To the North is Nova City, to the East is Attleton, to the South is Fayren, and to the West is Everglade.

[He looks at the long-eared man again with some humor within his smile.]

Have I lost you?

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[youfool]

[A colorfully dressed man, grinning obnoxiously, halts in his stride, reveries pleasantly broken by one of his fondest pleasures: a request for help. His favorite!]

Lord slay me for a sinner if I don't! Certainly, whoever you are. Only, assist me with your name, first.

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[lyriumspecter]

[Fenris hasn't survived as long as he has by trusting people blindly and the elf narrows his eyes at him before standing from the wall.]

I will, if you offer the same courtesy.

[A jester, Fenris supposes. Oh, joy.]

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[youfool]

[Bringing joy is what jesters are all about.]

Ah, sorry, of course.

[He clears his throat, offering his hand for a shake. It would feel callous and a little rough; the hands of a fencer.]

"I'm Ted; pleasure to make your acquaintance."