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[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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[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?

[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?

[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?

[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.

[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?

[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?

[She actually gives an unamused frown herself, a rather rare look for her. Perhaps he'd misunderstood what she'd just told him?]

...Lose that pendant, and you will be chained. Without these, we'd be trapped...more so than we already are.

[She sighs at the last question.]

...That is one of many answers we're still searching for.

[His large elven eyes pan to her necklace and he narrows them slightly.]

Losing the necklace shrinks the cage, but it's still a cage. Even you admit it.

[He smirks, but there's no amusement in it. It's rather rueful.]

They house us and accommodate us, but they ask nothing of us? [He scoffs.] A collection, then.

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."

[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.

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?"

"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.

He rolls his shoulder in a shrug and steps away from the wall, closer to her.

"I made no effort to hide it. I see no point in doing so."

He crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side curiously as he regards her.

"Are you offering?"

Not to worry; Alleyana was just as un-phased by being approached as one might expect of someone in such fancy -- and well-used -- armor. Lots of dents and dings and scrapes, even if the dragonhide was well oiled and the dragonbone all had a faintly polished sheen.

"Maybe, though if it's answers you're looking for, I have to say I don't have too many of those myself."

[She gives a light shrug.]

Regardless, we must do what we can to get as comfortable as we can. We...might be here for a while. Some of us already have.

[She sighs again, pausing to collect her words. How to explain the big picture to a newcomer when she doesn't even fully understand it herself is a daunting task.]

They...do ask things of us. There is a barrier that surrounds all of Genessia that keeps us inside...but it also keeps out the empty spirits. There have been several breaches in the past, in which the empty spirits slipped through and tried to feed emotions from everyone and everything. It's a chaotic situation to deal with, so it's best to keep that barrier functional. Were it to break, we would end up with a fate worse than this "captivity." The spirits that brought us to this world have needed our help to repair the barriers. They've had to give up part of themselves to do so. If there's an ultimate purpose beyond this, I wouldn't know what it is. You could talk to David Haller or Weiss Schnee. They have more knowledge of this world than I do, but there are still many things that none of us know.

Answers? Certainly, but he could find his own. He needed more...rudimentary aid at the moment.

His expression shifts to one of subtle annoyance as he reaches into his belt pouch for the pamphlet, holding it out to her.

"I cannot read. If you would be so kind."

Alleyana can't help the flash of surprise that goes across her scarred features. But it lasts for only a second, and then she reaches to take the pamphlet.

Neither hand is great at handling something as small as a little paper pamphlet, of course, but the Inquisitor makes do as she always has. When it's time to open it up, she just does so into her artificial palm, and reads the contents aloud.

By the end of the pamphlet, her damaged voice is really showing itself; not quite as rough as it had been back at the start of the Inquisition, but not for a lack of trying.

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?"

[ 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?

[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?

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.]

[His large elven eyes pan over her form, taking stock of her weaponry as well as her stance. A warrior, if only out of necessity. He could relate.]

What makes this empire of yours holy?

So you said.

[That doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

And at the description of the 'empty spirits', he frowns even more so.]

Demons. Of course. And who 'keeps up' these barriers? These 'other' spirits? Are we trapped in some sort of...war, then? [He really doesn't like the sound of any of this.]

Perhaps I shall.

[What makes it a holy empire? The events of the Scarlet Night three years ago flash before her eyes. She steadily raises a closed hand over her heart.]

It began with the establishment of the Abbey, a righteous organisation built upon a crusade to wipe out the daemonblight, and all the daemons with it in the name of the five Empyreans. I am a Praetor Exorcist with the Abbey who dutifully follows our Shepard, Lord Artorius, into battle against the daemons.

I believe it is the spirits...I believe there is one for each city, keeping up the barriers that keep the empty spirits out.

[She does recall a discussion where it was claimed that Dracula had attacked Everglade's spirit during the first breach that she was involved in, though Dracula had denied it. It feels like an eternity ago, at any rate.]

All right. Is there anything else you need in the meantime, mister...?

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