Ch2 5b

Peter|GM: THE VALERRAN, AT ECAFA
Peter|GM: Gently drifting incense and tea or wine poured by the white-veiled white tailed server. Low pillows, low table.
Peter|GM: A secluded corner, for secluded conversation.
MiRA-[CLE]: "I gotta say, Ears… you guys sure got a lot of smells, down here."
Hayreddin sits, his face shadowed by his brow and headwrap, arms crossed within sleeves. He's appropriately obscured and mysterious. Seed.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Is this the guy that knows about the Exarchs?"
Hayreddin: "I do not know of any Exarchs," His head raises ever so slightly to show the shine of his eyes. "-but I feel that your question will tumble forth many answers."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hrrrrm."
Elbereth takes a sip of her drink. "Once we drop off those who are done with the expedition back at Leviathan I was hoping to charter a boat to the grand library to visit the next arcolith."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Acrolith?"
Elbereth: "Ancient ruins older than me that were ran by the patrons up until two centuries ago when they sounded an alarm and ceased all activity."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Patrons?"
Elbereth: "Those in charge of the facilities."
Hayreddin: "An even older race, which had tastes for creature experimentation and seeds."
Elbereth glances at the robot. "Did… you want to order something? Do you eat?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I eat!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I have no idea what you serve, and what's good, though."
MiRA-[CLE] leans back on her pillow, rocking her head back and forth.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Experimentation and seeds… did they harvest light, too?"
Hayreddin: "Madam Elbereth's cooking is hale and hearty. When at camp, I highly recommend it. But here-" He signals for a waitress or such, and will subtly order the local special.
Hayreddin: "Into the 'vessel,' I suppose one would say- of creature's bodies."
Elbereth: "They used humans as vessels to store light from the mana seed into and slaughtered them after to harvest it, if I recall."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Maybe these… patrons were the Exarchs, under a different local name."
Hayreddin: "You don't seem surprised, and also one step ahead."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Were they kind of like… all powerful, kind of vaguely cartoon-y evil, world domination sorts?"
Elbereth: "If that is the case, your Exarchs are not active at the moment. The patrons have been dormant for a few centuries now and we are not sure what happened to change that other than the fact that something went wrong and there was an alarm one day."
Hayreddin: "No 'were' about it- still are."
Hayreddin: "At least, as the ghost we spoke with gave us cause to believe. When the spirit inquired about the color of this empire, it gave two options- Red or Black."
Hayreddin: "The empire as she stands today, is the Red-and-Black."
Elbereth: "The only danger to this world at the moment, World Savior… is the Empire we referred to earlier."
Elbereth: "They are breaking into these 'Exarch facilities' and stealing their technology to take over the world at the moment."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well, I duno shit about no Empires other than the Exarch one."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Do we have a way to get back into this uh… Arcolith, you called it? Rootin' around'd be the easiest way to confirm if the Patrons equal Exarchs."
Elbereth: "If the Exarchs are still around somewhere, I am certain they will have pissed them off in the process. That is for certain."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Haha."
Elbereth: "I planned to investigate the rest of one later tonight."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well, there was definitely at least three of them here - oh, great!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "And there's more inbound."
Elbereth: "That said, I need you to understand that assisting the others in destroying the artifact in the treasury is equally as vital, as it was the condition to getting a ship which is required to reach a second facility."
Elbereth: "Out of the other three arcoliths, which interested you the most, Master Hayreddin?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well I mean, I'm designed to help the locals overthrow tyrannts, and stand up on their own two feet and protect what's rightfully theirs. So. I ain't got no bones against helping masked man from earlier."
Elbereth: "I know Lady Wintervine does not wish to venture to the one in the imperial capital."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Woooah, you're working with someone named WINTERvine?"
Elbereth: "Him wishing to murder a delegate is unrelated to the Alloci's request that we destroy an artifact to let us use his boat to smuggle us."
Hayreddin: "It matters little which teeth of the lion one is chewed by."
Elbereth: "We are. Is this a problem, World Savior?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I mean, proably not? It's just a really fuckin' damn ominous name."
Hayreddin: "I admit interest in the library, but that is the wish that there is volumous more information to be gained."
Elbereth nods. "That was my preferred destination regardless, so we can head out there once we wrap up Filios."
Elbereth: "If I can be frank, I am surprised that you latched on to the first people you came across. What would you have done if we weren't there?" She gives the robot an appraising glance.
MiRA-[CLE] shrugs. "Same thing I'm gunna do anyway, because I am in fact not a total idiot and plan to go gather some information on my own after this. Providence seems in my favor though since you SEEM like your group'll make for a good starting point."
Hayreddin: "To those who tell fortune by the stars, would be so overjoyed to pick up a fallen one."
Hayreddin nods. "Providence."
Elbereth takes another sip of her drink before smiling. "Welcome aboard, then. Should you need anything from me during your stay with us please feel free to ask."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well. If we're running under the assumption that the Patrons are the Exarchs, and that they've been dormate for a while…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I guess the next question would be… where's your Mana Tree?"
Hayreddin glances at Elbereth.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Since that'd be the facility we'd want to make sure we had control over the most if they're a non-issue for now."
Elbereth: "Just to clarify, much history was lost over the course of time in this world. We do not know anything of Mana Trees nor Spirits."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Uuugh there goes my next question too."
MiRA-[CLE]: "You guys suck."
Elbereth: "Undine was found though at the Arcolith Filios."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm."
MiRA-[CLE]: "What was it doing?"
Elbereth: "I did not speak with it, so I cannot say."
MiRA-[CLE] throws her hands in the air.
Hayreddin: "Should it have been doign something?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well if it was just hanging out that doesn't tell us much, but if it was doing something in particular, that's knowledge to work with."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well, whatever. What can you tell me about your world in general, I guess? Don't really know anything about it."
Elbereth: "Compared to what you came in on, I can say that we are low-tech. Magic exists and mana flows, but few have asked why. Our world is full of political strife and factions and nations fight amongst each other instead of a foreign entity."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Elaborate on them! Knowing what we got to work with is gunna make raising an army to fight of aliens easier."
Elbereth: "I am afraid… very few are going to jump at the opportunity to fight off an entity they have never heard of, World Savior. Most are working their hardest just to feed their families. Trade routes are dangerous and the price of goods continues to rise."
Elbereth: "The empire is an everlooming threat to the common people out here."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well yeah, definitely wasn't expecting it to be easy. Came down here expecting active Exarchs!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Doesn't mean we aint gunna get it done though."
MiRA-[CLE]: "So c'mon, gemme the deets. Like, what's the deal with this Empire?"
Elbereth: "Even should you convince people here to help you, it will matter little if the Empire decides to expand and raze the nation that supports you."
Elbereth: "They are literally trying to take over the entire world and slaughtering anyone who opposes them. Although it is my understanding that being unified under one banner is how one properly would deal with threats from outside this world. So perhaps it is them you wish to speak to, World Savior."
Elbereth: "They also are using supposed Exarch technology, after all."
Elbereth: "Furthermore they have a firm control over the three remaining Arcoliths."
Elbereth takes a sip of her drink as she gauges the robot.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Eeeh. They kind of sound like assholes? I'm not pro-asshole, generally. Unless they're kind of funny, or assholes with a heart of gold. But those usually don't burn nations to the ground in conquest while ruling through fear."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Which… is what they do, right? Or do they have a good and valid reason for puttin' the heel to your collective throats?"
Elbereth: "I cannot speak for their current motivations, but they slaughtered my nation for their sorcery archives. There are few Dantali that roam the world now."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Do y'always answer questions with 'i don't know's or an non-committally as possible, or is that just for me?" She smiles.
Elbereth smiles back. "You have to understand that the Empire back then was a Black one. So to speak for the mindset of the Red-Black ruler would be presumptious."
MiRA-[CLE]: "What's the deal with the colors?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Like - you really gotta go all in on your answers and explinations, Ears. Pretend I am some dumb ass little tyke straight outta pre-school that don't know a goddamn thing about nothin'."
MiRA-[CLE]: "'Cause I don't!"
Elbereth bows her head slightly. "My apologies. The colors represent political backings and origin nations. The Empire has constantly expanded over the last millenia through this process. There is a nation that is traditionally Black and one that is Red. When one conquers the other the new empire grows and the people say 'Ah, they have a Red Empress'. Or a black Empress."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Huh."
MiRA-[CLE]: "So…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "We just gotta throw a third color into the mix, then?"
Elbereth: "When one has a Red-Black Empress it means that neither side conquered the other. The current Empress pulled coups in the Black and Red nations at the same time and absorbed both of them."
Elbereth: "But she had backings from neither Red nor Black."
Elbereth: "It is a bloody and dangerous way to gain power and when one emerges in history the people are immediately wary for their future."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Ahah."
MiRA-[CLE]: "So… basically what you're sayin', is that this Empire ain't actually all powerful, and has definitely had people outside of it's system take it over before."
Elbereth: "There is a difference between power and longevity, World Savior. They are dangerous and have the potential to absorb many countries through slaughter. But nothing is stopping them from being usurped one day. And until they are, the people will be living in fear."
MiRA-[CLE] rolls her shoulders around, before taking one of the glasses off of the table and sniffing at it curiously.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Someone's gotta usurp. Why not you?"
Elbereth pauses for a moment as she considers how to explain this. "World Savior, do you think yourself capable of fighting off the entire Exarch invasion by yourself?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Also talking makes you really thirsty. Is that normal?"
MiRA-[CLE] downs most of the contents of the glass in one go.
Elbereth: "If I was capable of doing so alone, I would have already. Although that could lead to its own problems as I do not wish to lead and the power vacuum that would result may be worse than what we had."
Elbereth: "If you ARE capable though, pay me no mind."
Elbereth: "I know little of your kind."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Revolutions gotta start somewhere, Ears." Mira licks at her lips, before peering down into the glass with a thoughtful expression.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I mean, a group of 'em? Hell naw that's suicide. Maybe one of them at a time if I was in peak condition and got one that wasn't really fully specced for combat…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "But that's not really my modus operandi anyway."
MiRA-[CLE]: "To protect and guide!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "It's up to ya'll to de fuck your world, I'm just here to make doin' that easier."
Elbereth: "I am not sure how you do things outside of our world, but here if you wish to protect you need be strong."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Checks out, yeah."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I mean I'm no Maribelle, but I'm plenty strong."
Elbereth: "How does our World Savior fight then, if I may ask?"
MiRA-[CLE] leans across the table, before plopping her shotgun/wand hybrid down on the table.
MiRA-[CLE]: "And one other thing but this don't seem like the kinda place to be showin' that off."
Elbereth eyes the weapon before briefly looking disappointed. She shakes her head. "It would seem you are no different than us, then. Unless this weapon shoots a stream of light you can arc at your enemies instead of bullets? Or perhaps you are far more durable and can take down foes outnumbered despite a constant barrage of attacks?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Uhhh."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Wrong model, Ears."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Protect and guide, not search and destroy or destory and annhilate."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I'm what you send down to keep humans from dying."
Lobelia step into the Valerran, briefly scans the crowd, picks out the seated mountain called Hayreddin with little difficulty, then walks over and claims a cushion for herself. Her armor's partially covered in a cloak- she was getting some odd looks in town. "Hm? New friend? Or…" She grins at the, uh, human? "Did one of you hire a 'companion'?"
MiRA-[CLE] blinks.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Do I look like a whore to you?"
Lobelia: "Your skirt doesn't even come close to covering your thighs. If you're not one, then I've met a few who'd be interested in meeting your tailor."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Why the fuck would a combat unit want a skirt that long? It'd get in the way."
Elbereth: "I thought we just clarified you were not a combat unit, World Savior?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Do you hillbillies not have support roles in your armies…?"
Elbereth glances to her side before smiling. "Evening, Lady Wintervine."
Elbereth: "I do admit that I am fascinated that they have harlots in space, however."
MiRA-[CLE]: "OH my fucking GOD you did not -"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Okay example time."
MiRA-[CLE] leans back over the table, scopping up a knife from a plate, then slashes at Elbereth's arm. "So first we need a wound. Bam! Wound."
Lobelia: "Good evening." She tilts her head to Elbereth. "Pardon, she's from… Space? Oh. Wait… Is that related to the commotion regarding the fallen star?"
Elbereth pauses for a moment before she stares at the robot that literally just stabbed her.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Yeah pretty much! Okay so now we got ourselves a wound, right, and you're thinking 'oh god this wound sure does hurt and i don't like pain because flesh isn't designed to be cut', right?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Right."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Then *I* go like this -"
MiRA-[CLE] thrusts her other hand forward, and a dull green light flows from it and into the cut, before closing and repairing the wound in seconds.
MiRA-[CLE]: "And hey! No more wound! Ears is all better."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Support. It's handy."
MiRA-[CLE] returns the knife to the plate she took it from, then leans back again.
Lobelia grabs the strange stabbing lady's shoulder and squeezes it, narrowing her eyes. "I'd advise you not to do that to show off again." She smiles. "It's for you own good, you see."
MiRA-[CLE] tilts her head towards Lobelia.
Elbereth takes a deep breath for a moment before shaking her head. "I apologize for the commotion this may cause, Lady Wintervine." She snaps her fingers before pointing at Mira. A firm and bold incantation is spoken. "Alla Lod." And the robots coat lights on fire.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Well, I mean, if ya'll don't know the difference between a whore and a support unit, you CLEARLY needed a hands on demonstration."
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Hmm…'
MiRA-[CLE]: "I don't like this very much."
MiRA-[CLE] frowns as she begins rolling around to put the fire out.
MiRA-[CLE]: "What was THAT all about???"
Elbereth: "How did that saying go…? An eye for an eye perhaps?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "What."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I didn't set you on fire. OR call you a whore and question your ability to light things on fire!"
Elbereth smiles coldly at the robot as she gets up to leave. "Attack me again for your demonstrations and it'll be your hair which I doubt is as replaceable, World Savior."
Elbereth bows slightly before she starts to leave the pub.
MiRA-[CLE] scrunches up her face, before turning her head back to Lobelia.
MiRA-[CLE]: "What's her problem?"
Lobelia lets go of the jacket, after it becomes enkindled. "I'm… not sure I understand the question. You attacked her with a knife. If you did that to me, I would fracture your arm in three places."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I mean, she seems really mad for some reason! I fixed it almost instantly."
Lobelia raises an irritated eyebrow, then grabs one of the knives at the table. "Oh? Then, I'd like to ask your permission to give you a demonstration. Should be a simple enough trick to repeat."
MiRA-[CLE] tilts her head to the other side. "Are you a support unit too?"
Lobelia: "What? No. You can fix yourself up, can't you?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "What would you be demonstrating then…?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Or did you want to see another one?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Was it too fast the first time?"
Lobelia: "I'm going to explain why Elbereth was upset about what you did with this knife…" She rolls her wrist, limply pointing the blade to the human(?)'s arm. "By applying the same cut to you. Get it?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "I sincerely doubt that'll make anymore sense at all… but if you think it will, then go fo it!"
MiRA-[CLE] rolls up her sleeve with a shrug, then holds her arm out towards Lobelia.
Lobelia grins, nods, then- holding the elbow steady with one hand, makes a shallow cut across the bicep with the knife before releasing her and placing the presumably-reddened knife on the table. "See?"
fuckcomcast glances between her wrist, the blade, then back to Lobelia as a small trickle of black blood pours forth from the cut. "Mmm… nope, I don't get it."
Lobelia grins, picking the knife back up. "Another?"
MiRA-[CLE] shrugs. "I guess we can go for one more, but I think your logic is somewhat flawed."
Lobelia looks at the arm. "Huh. I've cut devils that bleed black. Now that would explain some things." She gives the knife another chop.
Still black blood, even from the second cut. Actually, it smells a lot like oil, now that you think about it.
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Yeah I still don't get it. It's just a cut." Mira waves her hand towards her arm, generating another bit of dull light which then closes and repairs the wound. "And now it's not anything at all."
MiRA-[CLE]: "…Well okay I guess it still kind of stings a bit - hurts? But whatever nothing to cry about."
Lobelia: "If you feel no pain, bleed black, and are dressed rather inappropriately, by process of elimination… If I'm remembering my Classification of Fell Creatures correctly… No, imps can't use healing magic. You'd have to be a succubus. How close am I?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "See,"
MiRA-[CLE]: "This is what I really don't get."
MiRA-[CLE]: "You're both sittin' here, making some super offensive and slanderous comments about my person and occupation like it's not rude as shit. And I make one little cut - which I then fixed! - to set the record straight."
MiRA-[CLE]: "And somehow *I'm* the bad guy?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "The fuck is wrong with this planet."
Lobelia props her elbow on the table and her chin on her knuckles. "If you've got enough wits about you to think my comments offensive, you ought to have enough wits to know people seem to be far more sensitive to wounds and pain than you give them credit for."
Pica-Y-Mata: "I have a list I could go over at some point."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Pesky things such as pain receptors."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I mean I thought I had a pain module installed too so I'd be able to tell what was happening from your perspectives but it didn't seem THAT bad and isn't being a bit rough with people to correct them normal, and also, who's this, uh, guy?"
Pica-Y-Mata hasn't changed forms. Still the same gelatinous, chitinous humanoid with a scorpion tail. Still, he seems less wary. "A long-dormant soul who still struggles with fits of lethargy. Pica-Y-Mata."
MiRA-[CLE]: " - it occures to me yours is the first name I've heard since I got here."
MiRA-[CLE] extends a hand, open palm, for shaking. "I'm MiRA-[CLE].ex//soldier for the world LIBER."
Lobelia: "On that, we agree. I intended to correct your erroneous viewpoint by being rough- Elbereth was quicker, and you will have little more than a small shoulder bruise from me." She gestures, "You truly do not wish to cut him, if you think Elbereth was overreacting."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Wait, you mean she was mad because I cut her arm, even though it was fixed in less than a minute?"
Lobelia blinks, then reluctantly shakes. "You may call me Lobelia Wintervine. I'm going to need a shorter name to call you, our common language doesn't have all of those… utterances." She smiles. "You're starting to get it. Keep going- why would she be mad?"
Pica-Y-Mata responds without lifting a hand, at least for now. "It is easy to see why, if you … apparently stab people by way of greeting. Even if no permanent harm was done, there's the boundary of personal bodily autonomy."
MiRA-[CLE] scrunches up her face in thought.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh uh, you can use Mira, I guess? Maribelle called me that."
Lobelia nods. "I made perfectly sure to ask you for your permission. I did not cut you until you consented. I would say, 'that's the custom in this land', but I fear you'll have a one hundred percent rejection rate, even with knowledge of your abilities, so that would be a bit…" Handwobble. "Disingenuous to say."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Huh…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "That's weird, all my reference material involves a lot of bonding through mutual displays of violence."
MiRA-[CLE]: "The lack of malice and desire for understanding is supposed to help with that, I thought?"
Pica-Y-Mata: "Poor sampling error, perhaps. Different cultures have their different contexts. We are far from uniform."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Sort of like I thought hand shaking was ALSO a normal thing but apparently not?" She tilts her head back towards Pica.
Pica-Y-Mata: "I was making sure you actually understood social mores and being cautious in case it was a pretext for…"
Pica-Y-Mata: "You know."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Stabbing."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh."
Lobelia slowly shakes her head. "I believe I'm starting to get the picture. Alright. So, I still planned on going to a bookstore- I have yet to finish my shopping. I am going to purchase you two things that will get you back on the right track…"
MiRA-[CLE]: "No, that was mostly 'cause she called me a Harlot after I said I was a support unit."
Lobelia holds up a finger. "One. I am taking you to a bookstore. I will get you a reference book for this region's etiquette regarding both how to get consent before applying bodily harm, and how to forge a comradery without needing to cause wounds."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Okay."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Still seems disproportionate. Though I harbor designs of grandiose ill intent against the parties that kept me imprisoned for an age and a half, so my sense of perspective may be skewed."
Lobelia holds up a second finger. "Two. Should you wish to apologize to miss Elbereth for offending her- which is going to be necessary if you wish to travel with her- then I shall help you pick out a suitable gift with which to show your sincerity." She looks distracted for a moment… then grins, holding up a third finger. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow one of my fashion folios…?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hmm.'
MiRA-[CLE]: "Actually I'm not sure I do wish to travel with her? She doesn't really seem too on board with the whole over throwing oppressors thing! And if I'm apologizing, she should be too! And you! Though I might owe you and apology too…? Human relationships did not seem nearly this complicated in the videos."
Pica-Y-Mata: "I assure you, they're not so complicated."
Pica-Y-Mata: "You will learn in time."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I'll take your word for it."
Lobelia scratches her head. "I must have missed the 'overthrowing oppressors' part. She's really going to get a resistance going, isn't she…?" She sighs, but gets back on track. "I don't know what 'the videos' are, but I do know that I shouldn't let you out of my sight for the time being. Not until you get a grasp on what behavior will not get you thrown out of town by the authorities."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Oh, no!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Quite the opposite, actually."
MiRA-[CLE]: "I'm here to help over throw your oppressors, and keep the ones on the way here from taking over, too!"
MiRA-[CLE]: "And Ears did not seem down with that, at all. Was all 'oh no no one can fight the oppressors, i have to stay behind doing nothing instead and some else should make the world less shitty'."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Given your sociopathic tendencies, perhaps consider that a misinterpretation."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Granted I'm not being super generous in my paraphrasing,"
MiRA-[CLE]: "But that's more or less how the conversation went."
Lobelia: "She's got a home she loves. Something you'll find out very quickly is that love clouds people's judgment. Mind that I'm not saying I consider your plan to be the wiser, either. Do you know what you're up against?"
MiRA-[CLE]: "Very much 'no we can't do that' and 'no it's impossible' and 'i'd never fight back because i don't want to lead', and shit."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Uhh… currently? No. In the future? Mostly.'
MiRA-[CLE]: "Whatever wussy ass little Human Empire you got runnin' the show down here won't be shit compared to the Exarchs, though, so I'm not… THAT worried about it."
Pica-Y-Mata: "Take it from me. Underestimate the Empire at your own peril. It takes planning, cunning, and patience."
Pica-Y-Mata: "I lacked those in my first round of attempts and suffered for it."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Ah, well I got those."
MiRA-[CLE]: "Hell they're not even the first thing I want to investigate down here."
MiRA-[CLE] pauses, glances around. "…How do we get more drink? Still not used to this thirsty business."
Lobelia: {{weird kb malfunction brb))
Pica-Y-Mata shrugs at Mira. "I am the wrong person to ask," then glances over at Lobelia. "How long was I out, by the way? My sense of time is skewed."
[OOC] Pica-Y-Mata: probably was a bad time to ask that whoops
Lobelia: "First…" Lobelia wipes the wet blade of the knife on the inside of her cloak. "We clean this up to avoid causing undue alarm for any innocents. Then, we just wave to the nearest server, like so-" She holds a hand up and places an order.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Seems simple enough."
Lobelia: "After this round…" Lobelia glances to the door, to gauge how deep the sun has sunk. "We should still have enough time. The bookstores should still be open." She turns to Pica. "Do… you read? If you're feeling out of your element as well, I could get you something as well."
Pica-Y-Mata: "I do read. I am not feeling out of my element, at least socially. I am deeply curious about any new developments in the biological sciences."
Lobelia: "Hmm. I left my textbooks for that behind. Only the really weird parts of that interest me, but I should be able to get you something to suit you." Lobelia thanks the waitress after she places the drinks on the table, and she dives straight in to hers.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Works for me, all knowledge is good." And she picks up a drink, before quickly downing it herself.
Lobelia: "Alright then. I'm ready if you are." Lobelia leaves the empty cup on the table, maths out the cost of the drinks, leaves some coins on the table, then gets up.
MiRA-[CLE]: "Yup."
Pica-Y-Mata follows behind.

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