[ action | by the bay ]

[ The Awoken hunter has already woken up, gathered her belongings and checked to see if her Ghost is with her. Out of anything she had to lose, she's fine with losing her guns, her knife if completely necessary, but not her Ghost. Her Ghost is completely vital to her continued existence, after all.

Not gonna lie, but waking up here just after they had managed to overthrow the Cabal Empire and retake their home? Yeah, that didn't sit well with her. But, maybe this world needed her help. And it wasn't like she could just turn a blind eye to a world in need of assistance.

She strolls through the streets of Genessia with her Ghost in tow, itself curiously scanning the buildings and the terrain around them. So far, Naxia didn't see anything remotely resembling this place being taken over by the Cabal, banners belonging to the different Fallen houses around, nor did she see the usual signs of Vex tech, or even things infected with the Hive's presence, or the dark puddles that were usually present with Taken activity. In fact, this place was so peaceful that it actually threw her off. She's so used to having to fight things left and right, so to not have to raise her gun or her knife to defend herself is...unsettling. ]

Are you picking up anything around here?

[ Her attention diverts to her Ghost, who shakes around in the air. That makes Naxia frown behind her helmet and she sighs, slinging her gun behind her. If there's no reason to have her weapon out, then there's no reason to carry it. ]

...Huh. Maybe I'm just... not used to this.

Mm, you're used to the City and the Tower, after all.

Yeah.

[ What she wants to understand is how she's able to feel the Light's blessing coursing through her veins like she would back home. In the cities she's explored so far, she hasn't seen the familiar sphere that normally hangs above the Last City. Although, don't get her wrong, she's very grateful to have her abilities to aid others in a moment's notice. She just finds it a little strange that she still has her abilities, but she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially after what Ghaul had done to them just a few months ago. ]

Let's keep moving.

[ Those around can see a fairly average sized female walking around with a couple of guns strapped to her, namely an auto rifle slung around her back, a hand cannon strapped to her thigh and a sniper rifle joining her auto rifle. One thing is pretty prominent, though, and that's a knife strapped securely in a holster on her side. Come run into one of the Guardians from the Last City from Earth? ]

[ video ]

[ On the video feed, there's a fair-skinned Awoken with the most striking bright blue eyes imaginable. Her skin has fairly noticeable wisps of light dancing along her skin, along with hints of pink markings near her eyes and forehead. Occasionally, her Ghost flies into the camera's view, as if inspecting the device she's using. It looks so...archaic, compared to her. ]

Why can't you use me to communicate with them like you normally do?

I...don't know. Can you link with the network yet?

No. For some reason, I'm unable to.

...Huh. Normally, you can. Wonder what kind of firewall's blocking you. Anyway--

Uh, hey there. My name's Naxia, and I'm used to being called 'Guardian' too sometimes, but I know that's gonna cause some confusion from what Weiss' hologram said since you guys have Guardians too in each city or somethin' like that. Anyway, I listened to what she said and read what the pamphlet said, so I don't have too many questions left beyond a couple.

First off, has anyone seen three people who go by the names of Commander Zavala, Ikora Rey or Cayde-6? Zavala has skin like I do, but he's bald, has striking red armor and looks like he can take a punch or three. He's, hm, how can I explain him...? He's serious, mission focused, but good-hearted and someone I trust. In fact, I trust everyone I'm about to ask about. He's the Titan Vanguard, people who normally shield us out on the field or there's another class who can fling hammers like nothing.

Ikora is a human with black skin, wears primarily purple robes and has black hair in a buzzcut and is the Warlock Vanguard. She's logical, calm, compassionate, but isn't a pushover by a long shot. What Warlocks are is that they utilize elemental spells in combat, so like... if you've seen electricity crackle from someone's fingertips, void grenades or a solar strike, that's some of their abilities.

And then, last but certainly not least there's Cayde-6. Well, beyond being the best mentor ever, he's an Exo...which are humanoid machines. So like, think robot parts, but much better than simple robot parts. He has a tattered black and red cape, wears primarily leather armor and...well, you'll know him when you see him. He's pretty loud, full of life, that sort of thing. He's my Vanguard, which we're both Hunters. Fancy, huh?

...By the way, if any of you guys see or hear any creatures talk about the Darkness, mind letting me know? Thanks. Just in case there's like, multiple instances of the Darkness existing in this world here, I'm talking about creatures who like to reside in space.

Video
[For a very brief moment there was what looked like a severe scowl there, none too happy about... anything going on. No words, eyes not focusing on the camera, before within seconds it simply goes dead.

Not doing this today, thanks.]

Action
[The phone had been pocketed after Gabriel had given it a once over, familiarizing himself with what was very much a low-tech sort of phone to him. Wasn't even about to willingly mess with it until he had to, because at the moment there was something more important in mind. Gathering as much information about this predicament as he could.

The hologram had been helpful enough, but he wasn't just going to stop there, oh no.

The Black Ops commander was going to do one of the things he did best; observe and listen to those who were already here. Tuning out most every day conversation that didn't seem important, hood pulled up over his head and walking. Never staying in one area for too long, since he was also familiarizing himself with layouts. Mental mapping. Remaining on his guard all the while.]

As if I didn't have enough weirdness to deal with, had to throw in the strangest abduction I've ever heard of.

[Talking gorilla from the moon was one thing, so was the girl that had to wear a device strapped to her chest to keep firmly planted in their time and reality. Magic dragons.

Now this.]

[A scruffy faced older man looks flatly at the device, clearly annoyed.]

I swear to God if I just got kidnapped to some cryptid hell, I will burn the whole damn place down. It was a few drinks. A few. I best be laying face down in a ditch somewhere drowning on my own vomit.

That seems better than this.

This, whatever this is.

I’ve never seen technology like this. It’s like something out of a bad movie.

A bad B movie, as a matter of fact. [He frowns at the video, head tilting, then snorts.]

Someone point me to the nearest bar, otherwise to the nearest bus home, because Christ, this is not how I intended to spend my weekend.

[Action]
[There has been a phantom ninja running around different places. He has a PAINT GUN.]

[How ever he got hold of such a thing you don't want to know, but he's been busy using it. For those he knows, they might get pegged in the butt for the fun of it. The paint does not stain. It doesn't even stick! When hit, it rolls off slowly to a slopping mess on the ground.]

[Though sometimes it reacts badly to hair, and the green paint might change it a different color WHOOPS. It isn't always that way but, well, sorry for the rainbow if it is.]

[This mysterious ninja got bored in his nomadic wandering, and with no one to keep him in check, he's running about playing tag. Only so few actually notice him to tag back.]

[If you are one Hanzo Shimada however... there is Video.]

[Video]
[There is Video of a man with dark hair outside a shop somewhere. The video is shaky at first, then steady. It's Hanzo. You don't see the person filming, but the nose of the paint gun appears. The trigger is pulled and two paint balls go flying, right towards the man...]

[Just before it hits, you hear a soft.]

This was a very bad idea... [and a laugh, before the video footage cuts off again.]

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[[ooc: Feel free to say if you get hit and where. Or if you dodge. And if you want the paint to change your hair color for a bit, why the hell not. Let's have fun. Maybe to make it none stick it reacts badly to hair. Who knows. Enjoy!]]

[ action | various prompts ]

[ Even though it's been about a week since she saved Uai from himself, he still did quite a number on her since she hadn't anticipated using anywhere near that amount of energy just to heal herself. She definitely took her omnipotence for granted, that much is for certain, and to be separated from it was... humbling, to say the least. The angel believed she had gotten used to being without a large array of her abilities, but that day made her realize just how unused she is to not having the full scale of her abilities. And that was unsettling. What if Genessia needed her when she was at her all powerful and she couldn't deliver?

...The angel would cross that bridge when it presented itself, she supposes.

It's already established that Sertoria doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, however it seems like she's been doing a lot of that over the past few days with the only exception to the rule being sleeping. There's always a piece of food with her along with something to wash it down, which can definitely be seen as strange. She doesn't eat, though, when she's busy with a patient, though, or when she's helping someone with something in the hospital. When there's downtime, though? She's gratefully taking some bites of the granola bar in her pocket or the apple she's been saving.

When she's out of the hospital, she seems to be doing rather well, but still seems to be munching on whatever she can get her hands on. It seems like she has a few snacks in a bag at her side, honestly finding this eating thing to be quite tiresome once she's gotten accustomed to it. How do her beloved humans keep doing this multiple times each day?

The moment she's home is when she'll finally give herself time to relax. She's sitting down in the kitchen, allowing a small sigh to come forth from her lips. The angel knows she's tired, that much is for certain, but there's still work to be done. And, furthermore, she doesn't want to worry her friends here. Beyond her using a great portion of her energy, she's fine. She can still soldier on like the good angel that she's used to being. She can still work.

But, maybe it wouldn't be too out there to want to take some time for herself, right? Maybe if Genessia, too, was that utopia she sought... ]

[ anon | text ]

For those who require sustenance to survive, how do you do it every day? It's a new experience for me and admittedly, I'm having quite the difficult time of it.

[ The video feed kicks on to a man in an mask and visor. His attention focuses on the screen (as much as can be guessed by his attire) before raising his head to look at something off screen. It's probably obvious that he is is just pushing buttons on the phone to learn how it works. ]

Should of known someone somewhere would of picked up my trail... Genessia. That's new. [ Well, two people had picked up his trail, but he expected those ghosts.

Not being kidnapped. ]

Time to find some answers. Can't be that hard in a city that gives out jewelry to everyone they kidnap.

[ The device starts tilted when it turns on and the owner of it self-corrects, holding it as far as her arm will allow to fully present herself. There's a pause and she pulls it back in for a moment so she can take both her gloves off. This is a girl who is way overdressed for spring, that's for sure. There's a sheepish smile and a tiny wave of the free hand before she speaks. ]

Um! Hi. Hello, everyone! This is supposed to be an open network, right? It's been quite a while since I have been on one of those so forgive me if there's a protocol I am supposed to be following. Your posts were of a wide-variety of topics and methods so I figured it was okay to just wing it!

First, I would like to thank everyone who provided the welcoming information and the hologram. Waking up in a pod can be... quite daunting! Especially when you don't remember going in it this time. It is better to have such a warm greeting, even if what was being said seemed way crazy at first.

My name is Mei-Ling Zhou but just 'Mei' is good. In my world- [ A tiny laugh ] I get to say "my world." I have never crossed dimensions before, if that is what really happened! Gosh. Who knew? In my world, I am a climatologist. I specialize in abnormal climate phenomena and their effects on different ecosystems. I would love to know what kind of environment we are dealing with, if anyone could provide more information about the area. Perhaps I could be of use somehow?

[ She takes a glance around, trying to think of what else to add. ] I guess that's it for now! Unless anyone wants to provide food recommendations. I would love to try another world's cuisine. And I may need someone to help me go shopping for something lighter.

[ video ]

[ After the eggs' effect ran out, Sertoria was thankful that she returned to her normal self. However, she considers it to be a humbling experience to be reverted to her human self. It gave her a time to be happier and not so concerned about the way the universe in general was back home. There's a part of her that wishes she could return to that self readily here, but knows that she's better off by being her older self. She has the experience necessary, after all, and the development to deal with whatever may come her way.

Due to being older and therefore, more experienced, her tone isn't as cheerful as it was. There's still warmth in her gaze and a general kindness that she has for everyone here. Her hair's returned to its' blond color and her eyes are their normal blue ones when she addresses the camera. ]

I would like to thank those who offered me assistance when I was younger. It is times like those that make me happy for doing what I do for humanity in general.

[ A pause as she rubs at her chin in thought. ]

Surely there is something I can do for those who aided me...? I will not mind -- it is only right to repay your generosity for helping me.

For those who I did not remember during that time, I would like to apologize. Normally, my memory is not affected in the slightest. [ She remembers everything, after all. ]

I am happy to see that we are all back to normal, though.

( [ video | private to chaos ] )

[ action | around genessia ]

[ After her video post on the network, Sertoria's immediately back to work. She can be found at the hospital doing her daily routine there by helping patients or catching up on neglected paperwork brought on by being reverted to her younger self. Other than that, she can also be found wandering around the city, again in just that tunic and sandals that she's normally found in. ]

wildcard!

[ Don't see something here that works if you want to get some interactions going with Sertoria? Set up something and I'll work with it! ]

Action
[That was one heck of a wake-up, and also a whole lot of information given about what happened and just where he was. It was helpful, really! No doubt about that, someone had worked hard to make sure those who found themselves here knew what was up.

Did not at all make a whole lot of sense, but there were weirder thing out there. Probably.

All the more reason Lucio was exploring, making sure his gear was secure and allowed him to skate along sidewalks—] Yo-whoa-hey!

[Along with the sides of buildings when there was something weirder going on in the streets, leaping along and clearing himself on out of the way. Possibly clear over a few heads before touching back down on the sidewalk.]

Sorry! Gotta try and be more careful. [Didn't knock the cheer out of his voice even a little bit.

Was easy to catch sight of him in Genessia City, getting a feel for the place and the people around. A steady beat emanating from the "backpack" he was wearing that fed into the odd headphones he seemed to be wearing. Not loud enough to be an annoyance, but it was clearly music.]


Video
Hello, hello! Lúcio calling in-

[That is one cheery greeting from this young man. He still had some of his music playing, but it was turned down lower so he could easily be heard and hear anyone in turn. Just some nice background music if you asked him.]

This is one crazy place, isn't it? Still, folks here have all seemed to pull together even with all the stuff happening and everything.

[But, maybe cutting a little to the chase after spending so much time skating around and exploring...]

Since I'm new and all, figure I could ask for a little extra help. Good places to grab a meal? Fast food or not, easy to work up an appetite after taking a lot of this stuff in. Since some of y'all have been here for a while, figured you'd be the best to ask.

[Okay, when Mercy woke up this morning, she did not expect to have eggs practically everywhere in her house. Okay well... That was fine and dandy, but now she found herself in a strange house with no recollection of being here. What on earth happened and where was she? Dressed in her strike uniform, she seemed really out of place. Thankfully she seemed to have her staff and pistol still with her, but now she needed to figure out what was going on. She happened to find a phone nearby, toying with it a bit before she seemed to turn it on.]

Oh! It appears it's on. I uh... Is this reaching anybody?

[You'll see her with shorter hair than she usually has and it's actually down for a change rather than in a pony tail.]

Uhmm Hello whomever is out there seeing this, but I seem to be lost. I don't remember falling asleep in a strangers' house. [Never mind that its her own.] My name is Angela Ziegler, but my friends refer to me as 'Mercy'. The last thing I remember is boarding an airship to get to King's Row.

If anyone can help me out, I'd really appreciate it. I really need to get back; I'm sort of in the middle of a crucial mission that requires my attendance. I can't afford to stick around for too long, but if there is anyone in need of medical assistance while I'm looking for a way back to my team, I'd be happy to help out.

Oh, and if there's a possibility that anyone might know them or if they're here, I'd like to know if some of my friends are here. I'm looking for Reinhardt Wilhelm, Jack Morrison, Gabriel Reyes, Torbjörn Lindholm.... Lena Oxton perhaps?

[She doubts that Blackwatch will be here past maybe Gabriel and Mccree according to when Jack questioned him about it but...]

I suppose other people of interest would be Jesse Mccree & Genji Shimada as well. I imagine if I'm here, they might be here as well, so I really need to find them if they are. Thanks, any help would be greatly appreciated!

[And with that she'll offer a polite smile before nodding off the comm.]

[OOC: Responses will be coming from battle_medic  later once i can upload icons.]

Who: Hanzo Shimada & [OPEN]
Where: Outside of Fayren and then Favnir Ruins in Fayren
When: Afternoon moving towards evening
What: Hanzo was approached by a citizen of Genessia to save their child who has gone missing near the Ruins in Fayren. Hanzo needs money so he's taking the request, intending to do it alone. This is not how things go
Rating: E. No warnings right now, will update if needed.

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[A]Preparation

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[Hanzo isn't one to take something lightly, and while he's also not exactly someone to go out and rescue a stranger's child, he's been offered enough money to do it and finds that he can't keep his conscience clear knowing there was a child that was in trouble and he did nothing. So here he is, currently at what amounts to an adventurer's outfitting store, gathering a few essentials he figures he might need.

Since he currently has his bow and a full quiver of arrows on his back, he cuts an imposing looking silhouette, especially considering the dour expression seemingly permanently affixed to his facial features. As it stands now, Hanzo is pouring over different sorts of health snacks, and a first aid kit. Already set aside are a couple of blankets and perhaps a coat that is decidedly child sized.]

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

...No. This will do. [Hanzo pulls out money to pay—thankfully he'd been prepaid by the man hiring him—and turns to leave in one fluid motion, supplies tucked under one arm. At least unless he bumps into someone. If no one stops him to ask questions, he leaves in a quick fashion.]


[B] At the Ruins

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[Damn. He should have thought of this when he'd taken up this request. Currently, Hanzo was in a bit of a pickle, ducked behind a large tree while several dire wolves approached. Beyond them was a very, very large stone golem, its eyes glowing in the dark that Hanzo had THOUGHT would offer him cover. It did not offer as much as he thought. Quickly pulling out a different arrow than before, Hanzo pulls the string back on his bow and lines up his shot. He fires, missing the wolves and golem entirely. Luckily, it seems that this is what he wanted to do, as the arrow begins to pulse rhythmically, offering a faint glow over any moving objects.

It makes the monsters a lot easier to see, even ones Hanzo had not noticed. What's more, is if anyone is paying attention is that in the far distance the shape of a small crumpled child can be made out through the darkness. Hanzo has a long way to go. Well, hanzo, and whomever happens to be with him. How they wound up with him isn't important now, but hopefully they can pull their weight.]

We must move. Try to keep up.


[C] WILDCARD

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[if you want to do a different scenario please pick this one!]

[ action ]

[ It was so bloody cold. Who gave this place the right to be as cold as it was? Whatever, she'd supposed. She'd just have to put up with it for now until she found somewhere warmer to be.

Those around Genessia will see a thin adult with long blue hair done in two braids, red eyes, along with her body practically covered in tattoos, especially on her back. She's wearing a bikini top, shorts, combat boots with thigh-high stockings and leather gloves with arm socks. On her back, she's got what seems to be a small arsenal of weapons -- a mini-missile launcher, a machine gun, a pack at her side with various things -- just to name a few of her weapons. ]

What I wouldn't give for somethin' warmer... Hopefully it ain't always like this.

[ While she could use the money she was given, she'd rather save it. Money talked, after all. As pretty as she was, she knows looks only go so far. ]

[ video ]

[ Once she's gotten into a much warmer place (look, she can't handle the cold all that well with her current attire), it's evident that there's some patrons in the cafe who are staring at what she's packing. It wasn't every day that someone waltzed on in with the firepower she has on her person and it might be the reason why the cafe has a quiet hush all around. ]

So, I'll take a bet. If I say anythin' 'bout Junkertown, is it gonna ring any bells to anyone here? Yeah? No? Don't keep a Sheila waitin' here! How 'bout Straya?

Anywaaaay, my name's Bombina. You might've heard of me, might've not. Hope we can all work together or somethin' lame like that.

[ She'll smile at the end before the feed shuts off. ]

A. [video] Blame Game.

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[The video is blurred as the phone is flipped from backwards to forwards facing and then there's the briefest visual of Junkrat's face. Aaand...then it's just one eye as he peers closely into exactly where the camera is on the phone. He's not quite registered that he's turned it on yet] Somebody wanna tell me how to get this bloomin thing to turn o- hAHA, lookit that there it goes.

Gotta say, for a bunch'a rotten kidnappers I appreciate the dough. [he flashes his money momentarily, before glancing away from the camera to stuff it back into his pockets, muttering to himself.]

Oi, Roadhog! If you can see this you better get in touch with me, this is totally your fault somehow ain't it?


B. [action] Those Explosives I mentioned.

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[some time after his glorious phone post Junkrat has wandered away from the bay, lugging his riptire rather securely strapped to his back as you do with his frag launcher looped in a comfortable spot at his hip. He certainly is a sight to those who pass by, being dressed like some sort of trash hobo and looking like he's seen more than his fair share of explosions.

Speaking of... Junkrat's currently tossing one of his orbs normally shoved into his frag launcher as he hobbles along, mostly out of boredom. It's unclear what happens next but as the ball fumbles out of his grip, Junrat gasps and shrinks away from the certain explosion about to happen once the ball hits the ground -- until it doesn't. Junkrat's face falls in agitation -- hey that's supposed to make a pretty big boom okay? -- and he limps over to pick it up.

Until it explodes basically in his face, but luckily it bursts forth into something more akin to fireworks rather than anything destructive. This time. Junkrat stares for a moment, dumbfounded as he glances to the other faces of people who look like they are now worried for their (and his) safety.]

Ahahaha [The laughter melts into a peel of giggles as he claps a hand over his mouth.] Guess I wasn't really expectin' that. What an explosion!


C. Wildcard!

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[nothing else fits? Shoot me something else. Running into him in the street? Butt dial his phone? I'm down, hit me.]

[Video]

[On the other side of the feed, a girl in a jumpsuit does a quick pose, like she's taking a video selfie.] Annyeong, everyone! It's your favorite gamer girl, D.Va, on the scene! [A few seconds later, her smile relaxes somewhat.] Well, if anyone actually watches me here! Can you watch streams in this place?

Anyway, I'd normally show off my MEKA, but I guess it didn't come with me when I got kidnapped here! [And she really sounds upset about that.] I guess I'll have to find a way to get it here. Or see if it can be rebuilt. Either way~! I suppose I'm happy to be here, at least happy that I wasn't teleported off to an insta-kill death trap! I promise I will be back to my normal streams as soon as I can - so long as I'm able to do them here! Thanks to all my fans for watching!

[And the feed clicks off. It's entirely okay to be confused at what just happened there.]

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[Action]

Maybe it seems strange for a jumpsuited girl with a holstered firearm to be walking around town. Maybe not. Either way, she's definitely looking for the closest clothes shop - the starting money she got should be more than enough to get her some cute everyday clothing! She'll just have to shelve her jumpsuit until she has a way to use her mech again.

If anyone notices her, she'll just give a quick smile and wave, or a heart sign as she goes on her merry way. She's trying oh so hard not to let her annoyance and frustration show about the situation she's now found herself in.

[Look! Look at this little silver and green nerd! Playing with his phone, some pamphlets tucked into a crese of his metal armor, and holding his phone out so he can be seen. He's totally grinning behind that mask. TOO BAD YOU CAN'T SEE IT.]

[That's right, there is a cyborg on the network, and .. okay maybe he could be a omnic, or robot or whatever, but it's really a guy. I promise. And he sounds... amused? Thick Japanese accent coming through his mask clearly.]

This is not at all the location I had intended to end up in. One minute you are leaving Japan, the next you are awake in a pod. Very curious. I think I understand what is going on now, thanks to this information station, but I am still curious to how.

However, they called us "Kidnapped". Cute. Someone thought it funny to kidnap Genji! Wait until they realize what a bad idea that is!

[He might have winked, but you sure as heck can't see that, can you? Still, he waves, and gives a peace sign, before turning the phone away, about to turn it off, before pausing to look back into view.]

Oh. Right. Would anyone know who Zenyatta is? I hope he is not waiting for me somewhere back home. Hmm... [he thumbs off the video at that point, and it's time to go explore this place...]

(I) [Video]

( after a groggy arrival in what ren could really only describe as a luxury vampire pod and being greeted/lectured at by a hologram that was, decidedly, not princess lea telling him he was her only hope, ren wanders further out into the city before coming to a halt by a magazine stand. he shuffles through what he has in his arms to pull out the phone he was given. an upgrade from his own, for sure, but something he'd trade back for his own in a heartbeat, since that's where his friends are. at least this one seems to function similarly, so he doesn't have any trouble pulling video share up, even if his expression is still dubious. )

Hey. If Snow White back there was telling the truth, I guess I'm not the only one on this thing. Might be the only one to end up in some weird place a second time without realizing how he got there though...

( his attention drifts away a little, distracted, and then comes back. )

Anyway, to any other lottery-I-never-entered winners like me who are seeing this and wanna buddy-up to figure this mess out, I'm currently holding open auditions for a friend in...uh... ( where did that girl say he was again? whatever, he'll just turn the phone around and hope someone recognizes- ) this place.

( please enjoy this small virtual tour of central genessia as ren does a full 360 of his surroundings, then flips his phone back properly in his fingers. )

So yeah. Any takers? ( pause. ) I'm an asset, I swear.

(II) [Action]

( all right, he's...been in a similar sort of situation before, so first things first: know your surroundings. it's probably best to figure things out for himself rather than just blindly trusting what the weiss girl said, so he needs to explore the area. who's an enemy. what you can use. where you can hide. be cool about it though, or you'll draw suspicion, which is good because ren is actually pretty practiced at-

that's a cat cafe.

he stops dead in his tracks, attention laser-focused on the cat-head sign out front before he makes a sharp and unquestioned turn to head right inside.

if there is anyone there, he doesn't spot them immediately, or is simply too captivated by the cat tree in the corner to not make a beeline straight for that and the cat resting peacefully there until ren puts his big uninvited hand on it. )

This is absolutely the best, most trustworthy place there could possibly be in this city, but I guess I can't stick around here forever... ( uh, not that he wants to. he definitely wants to go home. but this is one aspect of this place he's not going to complain about. his thumb strokes delicately between the cat's ears and if he's smiling a little more than he has since he got here, he can't really help that. ) Do you know someone who can help me out?

( he's just being cute. or actually expects an answer because he's been living with a talking cat for the better half of a year before getting dumped here. either way, his attention isn't leaving until he's approached. )

Hallo wieder, Genessia! I see you have all met Bridgitte!

[Yeah, hell yes this post will be bragging about his awesome goddaughter.]

Is she not wonderful? Thank you all for giving her such a warm welcome, your kindness is always appreciated.

I wish for everyone in Fayren to know that we are looking for jobs in the area. Nothing long, you see. Traveling is important, but!

We are here to help in any way we can! If you are in need of assistance with anything, we will be in Fayren for the next few weeks. I hope to catch the beginning of spring here before we move on.

Vielen dank, once more, for listening, and for greeting my goddaughter. First impressions are the most important, after all.

Well, this is an interesting sort of mess, isn't it?

[That was definitely a young woman in armor that had some yellow to it, some weapon barely in view as it was hung near a hip. Shield still on her other arm, all as if she'd been in the middle of some battle- or perhaps it was something not quite so dire.

Sometimes practice while armored up was one of the better ways to train when there was meant t be a challenge to it.

Either way, she only sounded a little annoyed by it. Could be worse, but she still had someone that she needed to look after- had made a promise to herself. She'd paid attention to what information was provided, after getting out of that cave and all. It was nice to see plenty of proof of people pulling together to make the best out of a situation.]

Still, hello! I'm Brigitte.

Quite a few of my things aren't with me, but that isn't enough to stop me from offering my help while here. I'm a mechanical engineer and squire, and once settled you can bet I'll be looking for ways to put those skills to use.