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"I don't recommend that." He hefts his sword to emphasize his point.

 

He leans over and inspects the gauntlet for a bit. "Interesting. I suppose I've heard of people making wyvern-scale armor, so this would be a natural extension."

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"I mean, why wouldn't people make dragon scale stuff? I mean there was some..."

Andre trails off and grabs his head. He looks slightly sick. With a shudder he shakes himself out and continues.

"There was some gold dragon scale armor we found in the mountain that protected against Fire, water, and lightning."

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"Fight monsters?" Artitha repeated this more to herself than to anyone else. She supposed it wouldn't be that unreasonable. "I'm not sure what good I am for fighting, but I don't think I can really say no, can I?" Artitha usually preferred to avoid conflict, it drew too much attention. However, it seemed like she had somehow come to a completely different world. This place was free of the usual consequences. Here she could actually put her sword to use. This was an opportunity to learn more about herself, something she desperately wished she could do more of.

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Andre cocks an eyebrow at that.

"Really? If it's not to much trouble perhaps we could have a little spar to see if there's any glaringly obvious flaws in your style? Or do you do danmaku rather than melee fighting? Either is cool with me, just want to know."

Andre is already undoing his gauntlet and hand wraps. 

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Masaru frowns and looks at Andre. "Are you ill, Andre? I wouldn't recommend a spar if you're dropping sentences to clutch your head." He isn't the only one that gets a frown, either; Artitha gets her own share of visual questioning. And verbal: "You can't be totally useless in a fight if you're as strong as you look." He wasn't sure if she knew he could feel the sensation of magic radiating from her, or if she felt anything in return; a sufficiently trained mage could pick out a soul with a significant portion of draconic ancestry much as they could detect other mages.

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Andre looks at Masaru blankly for a second. Then he makes a noise of comprehension.

"Ah sorry. Talking about the... the Battle Mountain isn't good for me since it technically didn't happen. Something about coming here forcibly merged the real and not real parts and it's really done a number on the old brain case. I can't ever think of- ulgh!"

Andre covers his mouth as he heaves. He stands there for a few moments before standing up straight.

"OTHER me, excuse me, without nearly vomiting. I should see if there's any books on this thing so I can stop that. It's really annoying."

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"Could you ever, just, you know. . ." The man makes a plaintive gesture as he trails off. "Speak in a way I can actually understand? Honestly, it's as if your using a completely different language. Which would make sense if you've got a brain injury, I suppose." 

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Andre sighs. He begins to gesticulate as he speaks.

"I have been in two universes. One of those universes I was unable to remember and in fact, technically did not happen in my home universe. When I got here, it seems the powers that be have forcibly made my original universe self acknowledge the technically nonexistent one. Remembering stuff that didn't happen is making my brain fucky and it sucks. Did you understand that?"

Andre finishes with an annoyed look.

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Artitha looked around the room with Andre's offer, it was large, but she still wouldn't want to risk it. "I don't think sparring would be a good idea anyways." She said, "Maybe some other time." She picked up that Masaru had taken interest in her, but she didn't really know why. "Strength isn't everything." She told him, her eyes refusing to meet with his as she did so. She pulled her cloak closer around her, it released some fog in response to her attempt to conceal herself.

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"Don't give me that look, you were speaking gibberish to me and expecting me to understand." Andre receives his own annoyed look. "Don't belittle me because you don't actually explain anything you say." He glances at Artitha again, taking note of the burst of fog. "Strength may not be everything, but you've got more to you than your outward appearance - as evidenced by your enchanted cloak, there. And if you do have hidden talents, and we're to work together, it's best to tell them to us now, rather than later." 

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Hidden talents. Artitha supposed she did have those. She glanced around the large room they occupied once more. "You'll forgive me for being cautious, but I don't actually know for certain that I will be fighting at all. I only have the word of two strangers, one of whom appears to be insane, to go by. I've put a lot of effort into hiding back home, including acquiring this cloak, I don't want to accidentally reveal myself now." She explained, "And besides, this room is too small for me to show off." Artitha really didn't have any reliable information on how she'd arrived at this place. She wanted to trust Masaru, a little less so shirtless guy, but if she were still a trusting person she'd have been found out long ago.

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"Too small?" He looked around. Sure, there were bigger ballrooms, but that didn't mean this qualified as a small space by any means. What could she possibly be doing if this wasn't enough space. ". . . Huh. This place has a roof, though, doesn't it? And if you're away from home, then surely you won't need to hide from whoever you feared previously." Though her hiding was something of potential concern. People didn't hide for no reason, and the reasons for that hiding were rarely ones that did not invite trouble at a later date. 

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Liliya encountered no difficulty in exiting the store. In fact, the streets were unnaturally empty, silent beyond the coo of a pidgeon of to the right. She had an expression on her face, which, from her experience, could convince law enforcement to prematurely judge her innocent. There were some few skeptics on the force who could see through it, but her crimes had all been of the petty variety, so she guessed that talk of her wouldn't have circulated. Liliya made a sharp left, glancing behind her to check for pursuers. Nothing. She turned back to face forward, and stopped dead. There was a stone wall directly in front of her, in a much older style. This was something that wouldn't have been out of place in some of the cathedrals and forts in the city. She wasn't near any of them though. She turned back around, and found herself cut off by another wall of the same type. "The fuck?" She was in a hallway of some sort, and could hear voices. Somewhat panicked, she moved towards the voices. She peered around the door frame for a moment, and, satisfied that they weren't cops, entered.

 

"Who are you people, and what is this place?" The tone was accusatory, though there seemed to have been a conscious effort to decrease it.

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Artitha as mildly put off by Andre's insinuation. She'd been hiding successfully for centuries, there was no reason she should be any less successful now. Were she a less moderated personality she might have taken his statement as a challenge. As for Masaru, he did sort of have a point, but still. "I wasn't hiding from someone specific, I was hiding from people." She sighed. "Let me show you." She walked over towards one of the room's corners, shifting her sword around to the right side of her body as she did so. She stopped and put one foot back slightly. There was a flash of light followed instantly by an explosion of sound and a rush of winds as the air in the room was violently displaced. Artitha's sword had teleported to the position it would be in following a slash and there was now a large gash in the wall and everything between her and it had been smashed to bits. Artitha turned back to Masaru, returning her sword to its resting place on her left. "That's about as restrained as I could manage." She said, her quiet voice sounding somewhat shaky, "I don't know why I'm here now, but if it really is to fight, then someone got something wrong. I wouldn't be any good in a fight."

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Vora's vision blurred as she struggled to regain control of her fighter. It had lost its main thrusters and stabilizers, and was now accelerating toward the depths of the gas giant Dango; its green and purple storms attempting to shred her small spacecraft. Even with the Inertial Dampeners overclocked to 150%, she was struggling to keep from passing out. 
"What was that?! How can something like that happen?! it seemed like the entire moon exploded from the inside!"  Vora's mind still reeling from the horror she had just witnessed: the destruction of an entire moon by the Izerics.
She had been working as a security adviser for the top defense agency on the moon, known only as Dangoian Moon 7, before it was attacked. It had only been found out a few hours before that the Izerics had planned such an attack, and she had assumed there was more time to prepare. 
"I hope Ralich is okay... poor soul should have never gotten himself in involved in this... Hope Nexd escaped too... uh..."  Vora's mind was starting to become fuzzy as the Inertial Dampeners began to overheat and fail. several alarms blared as she started shutting off non-essential systems to re-rout power to the Dampeners.
"Uhhh! Must... Stay... Awake... "
Suddenly, the acceleration stopped and she hit the ground as she finally accepted the darkness and passed out on the hard ground.
From the standpoint of the others in the room, she just appears a few feet from the ground near the entrance of the ballroom, and falls; passing out when she hits the ground. she lands mostly on her side, but facing more downward. 
She growns from the pain of hitting the ground.

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Despite his Mild annoyance increasing, Andre and the others would hear a loud crashing outside, and those who actually bothered to check would see the flaming wreckage of a subway tram with a helicopter welded to it's caboose.  From the worthless wreckage, a teenager, who looks like he could be no older than 14 at best, craws from the rubble, a red robe cloaking him, and a golden crown askew on his spiky haired head.  His face is smudged with ash, but he looks to be unharmed.

 

A faint red line can be seen glowing in the air above the mangled wreck, but it flickers and disappears, gone from perceivable reality.

 

After looking around confused, the kid picks himself up, brushes himself off, and looking at the intimidating structure he has crashed before, walks up to and into it through the "front door".

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Masaru looks back and forth, from one loud crash to the other. "What the hell did I just fall into?" He walks toward the exit of the ballroom after hefting his sword, moving slowly through the white room and around the strange, glowing device in the center - he'd really have to investigate that later, it was probably important - and cautiously pushes the door open, blade held in one hand and pointed behind himself with the other ready to defend, grab his opponent, or grab hold of his weapon. 

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Liliya received no answer to her query. "I said can someone PLEASE TELL ME--" She cut herself off. She had had a vision, a small glimpse of what the future held. Someone was going to fall on her in just a moment An ambush?. She looked up, and saw nothing. However, the glimpses had never been wrong, so she stepped a few feet to the left. An instant later, she was only a little surprised to see a woman fall out of midair and hit her head on the ground. Some sort of invisibility or teleportation. She tiptoed over to the body, and poked it. Well, she ain't dead.

"Is this some kind of idiotic ambush?"

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"Yeah. I got the memo that I wasn't in Kansas anymore, as the saying goes. Could you be a little more helpful? Perhaps explain things, instead of just giving statements without detail or proof?" Who was this guy? For that matter, who was everyone around here? They all seemed to be in various states of armament, so perhaps the man wasn't lying...

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"I'm Andre. I was recently "recruited" like you. We're currently in a castle tank thing that can travel between worlds, apparently. The world we're on right now is full of monsters that are hunted. And you guys seem to just be coming out of the woodwork for no apparent reason and now I'm playing fucking greeter since all the other people who have some basic idea of what's going on are away."

Andre looks rather annoyed about being the greeter right now.

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Vora, mind still fuzzy, pulls herself from off the ground. 

"Where... Wait, What!? Where in Hyger is this?! Who and what are those?!" her mind is suddenly filled with fear as she looks around the room, not recognizing any of the speicies present. She draws her sidearm and points it at the nearest being.

"Where am I?!" she demands, but then realizes she should be dead. she slowly lower her pistol, her face going from anger to confusion. "So... there is an afterlife... looks like I was wrong then..." 

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