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Heidrun looked about slightly nervously. She knew traveling through the slums of Edge could be hazardous, but she didn't think her route had taken her through any gang territory. Not to mention the unusual appearance of the one in front of her; pointed ears weren't exactly common, though it could be chalked up to the crumbling ruins and pollution of Midgar. "Walls?" She glanced behind herself, expecting to see more street. . . and instead found said glowing wall. "O-oh. Uh, I'm not sure where this is or how I walked through that wall; I was trying to get to a patient." Relying on the good nature of strange gang members was. . . questionable, but she would try her best to avoid an incident anyway. "I'm a healer, and I heard that there was an illness going around that wasn't responding to the medicines they had on hand." Even gangsters would avoid hurting healers, right?

"I mean, having your face melted is scary, but. . ." Lucine put her hand up to her chin thoughtfully. "How do I explain? It's like, too on the nose? It just sounds really funny when you're like 'oooh, I am the face melting guy, fear my melting of faces!'" She exaggerated her voice for effect, a mock baritone accompanying waving her arms about as if she was some Saturday-morning cartoon villain. She supposed she was a little scared, but mostly because she had no idea where she was. "Plus, I dunno, it doesn't sound like you can actually melt my face."

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"You don't really seem that scary. I can't even see you, if you're supposed to be a dragon." If it was a dragon, she might be more inclined to be afraid, but given the lack of hill-sized lizards in her field of vision, she was inclined to believe otherwise. Unless it was simply a very small dragon. "Facemelter of Faces just sounds funny, not scary. Plus, if you were really a scary dragon, you wouldn't be asking me why I wasn't running, you'd be breathing fire or roaring or eating me or something." She frowned. "Are dragons still like that here?" The dragons she'd heard of didn't even necessarily know how to talk; as far as she had heard, they were just big, scary, incredibly powerful animals, though there were legends to the contrary.

So it was trying to threaten her, it just wasn't doing a particularly good job. "You don't really sound like you can actually melt my bones." She peered into the foliage, not getting closer but not exactly fleeing in terror either. It didn't sound like it was a person up there, unless it was a snakeperson or something. Did this world have snakepeople? "What are you, anyway?"

Lucine spluttered a bit at the utterance, for a few reasons. One being that she was out of breath, which tended to not mix well with noxious scents and smells like the one emanating from whatever creature was in the branches above her. The second was an involuntary laugh; Facemelter of Faces? If it was supposed to be scary, it had quite the opposite effect. Lucine gasped and coughed for a few moments (wow, that was an unpleasant smell) before getting enough air in her lungs to formulate a response. Which was actually just giggling a bit more, before realizing that the strange swamp creature probably wasn't actually trying to cheer her up. "Wait, are you serious?"

Law's response once again had the opposite of the intended effect - the ottsel had somehow managed to simultaneously know too much and too little. She was afraid of what would happen if he tried to do anything, afraid of having her secret revealed to the group (as irrational as that probably was), and entirely too distressed to think straight. When he reached for more tools for who knows what end and started babbling on about what else he could use to mess with her body, what was left of her composure broke entirely. The Yggdmillenia girl turned and bolted, running off blubbering blindly into the woods.

Law's advice didn't seem to be particularly helpful to Lucine, who immediately made a high-pitched noise of startlement and distress. "T-Termination? But why would they do that!?" She was supposed to be the leading edge of decades of research, the synthesis of closely-guarded Einzbern techniques and those that the various Yggdmilennias could contribute; why would there be some kind of key to "terminate" her? "I d-don't want to be the Grail, either, those are supposed to be over with!" She was actually starting to blubber a bit; she knew what it did, of course, and it distressed her even more than not knowing would. Lucine started to take steps backward, away from Law and his measuring devices and staff of death.

"Uhhhhh. . ." Lucine repeated, at this point completely unable to hide her discomfort. "Not really?" she said, rather unconvincingly. She had, in fact; running low on prana did make her feel lethargic until she could replenish it, since all of her bodily functions were centered on it. Even her digestion was less for nutrition (though she did need a certain amount of it to maintain and grow her body, or so she'd been told) and more an engine for pressing magical energy out of food and drink. Needless to say, this was treading very close to something she was still trying to keep close to her chest.

"Uhh. . ." Her expression drifted back towards "confused" from where it had been at "afraid." Nanomachines in her blood? She didn't really actually know that much about how homunculi were made - unlike the Einzberns, the intention had not been for her to continue to create successive generations of homunculi from the start. "I never paid anyone to put nanomachines in my blood." It was probably some function of her magical biology, but she barely knew anything about normal biology. Should she be pretending to be alarmed at this discovery? Nanomachines in your blood wasn't normal, she knew that much.

"Mods?" Lucine tilted her head at the furry rodent-man, visibly confused. "What do you mean by mods? I mean, Opal is pretty heavily modded, do you want to know about what I did with her?" It would be weird to bring that up in the context of a blood test, wouldn't it? It was a strange way to phrase it, if Opal was contaminating her blood somehow. Unless, of course, he was talking about something else. Her expression abruptly shifted to a rather more fearful one for a moment, before she attempted to smooth it back out (to a . . . questionable degree of success.) The blood testing she'd gone through previously had all been about whether she was developing properly; a concern, because of the unusual techniques used in her creation.

"Oh, that sounds fine." The idea of having her blood drawn didn't seem to faze Lucine at all as she moved closer to Law. She rolled up one sleeve of her hoodie slightly before stopping. "Do you just do the pinprick thing or do you need a vein?"

Hiroki was still trying to acclimate to the strangeness of the new world and her new body, so she'd stayed mostly quiet after her initial question. She did her best to pay attention to what the rest of the group was doing (save Dackly being evidently fooled into believing a mundane rock was an artifact of power, which was amusing but irrelevant) but was having a slight amount of trouble sorting things out. Still, after several moments of thought, she spoke up once more. "Maybe we, um, can use the air stone to get, um, the water stone? Making, um, air or something would help, I think."

"An explanation of that would be welcome." Mitsurugi didn't take motions to prepare for combat, partially for the benefit of the doubt and partially because any swordswoman worth her salt wouldn't need to. The idea of breaking angels down for parts concerned her as well; while she was fairly neutral on the matter of celestials (having no real issues with them, but disliking their frivolousness and detachment from worldly affairs,) dismembering them for parts was certainly well beyond what she deemed acceptable. She glanced to the side, spotting Mot - someone she couldn't say she had seen before - and turning slightly to face him. "Saigai Mitsurugi, goddess of natural disaster and guardian spirit." Her face shifted imperceptibly; it grated, every time she introduced herself, because the titles themselves reminded her of her failure. Still, now was not the time to dwell.

"That's not funny, and I'm not joking when I say I'm going to physically hurt you if I catch you watching me while I sleep." She wanted both of them to just shut the hell up; even if Argos was just trying to be nice, his insistence on this was grinding at her and she'd already made it crystal clear that this wasn't something she wanted.

"Yes, it would, now pay attention to the damned battlefield. Unless you think teasing this idiot is more important than saving the village." Rhian's spoke through half-gritted teeth; Kris tested her patience off the battlefield, and she didn't have the spare energy to restrain herself now.

Mitsurugi, for her part, managed to right herself, though she ended up rather closer to Lexiel than she'd initially intended to. She deftly stepped backward onto the air, letting herself gently float down to the earth as she assessed her surroundings. They felt. . . familiar. Not quite like home, but there was that feeling of magic and divinity in the air, like how the outside world had felt before humanity had drifted down the path of rationalism and faith in ideas over gods. She took a deep breath, feeling almost invigorated by it. Nobody here was her worshipper, of course. . . but perhaps that would change. "I'm not certain of what this place is, but it seems very similar to the way my home looked many, many years ago."

Hiroki was looking down at herself with a fair degree of alarm. She was used to being covered in armor, yes, but being in an insulated mech cockpit was a tad different from having your actual flesh replaced with mechanical parts. She took a step backwards or two, and gingerly touched a hand to her chest to confirm that what she was seeing was, in fact, the truth. The fighter had to suppress the urge to scream, instead just taking a deep breath. Different rules. Right. I'll probably be normal again when I leave. Right? At least the colors aren't too bad. She was tempted to call the Knight to at least conceal the issue of the transformation for the time being, but that would probably startle the people currently having an argument in front of them. Taking a step forward (which mostly just placed her right where she began,) she hesitantly spoke up toward the pair. "Who is um, the Makuta?" Best to get that out of the way first, since it sounded like an unfriendly figure at the very least. (Heartlight Stat: SYN)

"Would you prefer that I added extra holes to you now, or used you as ammunition in a few moments?"

"If you're positive it would not harm the sheath itself, then I see no harm in trying." She doubted, from what she knew of the snake woman's odd sort of magic, that it would do so, but she was rather protective of the sheath for obvious reasons. Mistakes and flukes happened every day, and it would weigh on her deeply if one of the souls within was harmed further by the process - nevermind the implications it had for her own survival.

Mitsurugi glanced between Dackly, the gun, and the pot dubiously. "You're positive this one won't come to life as well?" It was true that a powerful weapon would serve her well against similar foes, though with Gensokyo coming up in her thoughts in the way it had, she was reluctant to stop the usage of her current weapon. At the same time, further use would only continue to wear at the weapon. . . And dithering would serve no purpose. She didn't even know if a viable replacement was available yet.

"By not getting killed for not paying attention." She didn't exactly mind the praise, and her tone had a fair bit less bite to it than normal. . . but she was still hurting from magic that'd struck her earlier and simple exhaustion.

The laughter seemed to have summoned an actual god, as Mitsurugi came into view around a corner. "Dare I ask what, exactly, you've done over here?" Generally, a mortal claiming godly power in such a fashion was followed up with actions necessitating a good smiting by proper godly powers, or at the very least ones that would sorely tempt an individual with the ability. The person doing the claiming was one known for her rather. . . unorthodox magics, as well, which made the goddess doubly worried about what was going on.

"Defend?" Mitsurugi was about to continue a response when she heard a vaguely familiar voice shouting from somewhere else in the castle. Something about godly power? If they needed that, there were at least two people they could just ask. . . And, if she was placing the voice correctly, this was probably going to result in a mess that needed cleaning up sooner rather than later. She suppressed a sigh - at least it was a distraction from this continued talk of home. "That shouting bears investigation, if you'll excuse me for a moment." Mitsurugi heads to the Ballroom.

Tarja watched the bolt fly through the air with more fascination than anything else, stepping sideways lightly as it whizzed past. "Are these the monster things people mentioned earlier? I was expecting something bigger." As she finished turning to face them, light crackled in one hand. "Besides, if they really wanted to hit something, why not just do this?" She gestured at the skeletal creature with her glowing hand. Sacred Flame on Black Skull Soldier 1.