[Is that a living, breathing human? Hyacinth has seen a few during her investigation, sure, but it never ceases to amaze her. She was working on a theory that she was somehow transported to Sub-Pobola, but there are no humans on Dabaan (aside from her and the dead body of her rival [whoops!]).
Conclusion: She must be in Detroit.]
Hey!
[God, what Hyacinth wouldn't do for a smoke right now. But nooo, she had to go and quit.]
[Oh, great. Let's pit two angry people against one another and see what happens.]
Where am I, what's going on, why is it so disgusting, and who are you? If this is some weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit, I'm gonna be pissed. I am so tired of weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit.
[ Jilles is hanging around Gastros, trying to get some rest. If there are any better places to do that, he doesn't know them; besides, this is where he'd first woken up. That makes it kind of like home, and 'kind of' is enough for him to cling to.
He's sitting on the side of the street with his eyes closed when he hears someone coming by. He looks up; a blonde. Something about her is bugging him, and it's not just the glowing arms. Though that was pretty odd. ]
[How are you supposed to react when some guy stares at you from the side of the road? Probably not like Hyacinth does. She zeroes in on Jilles, poor guy, and strides over briskly.]
You. On your feet.
[Hyacinth can sense weakness. It really makes her life easier.]
I'm going to need a tour, a home, and a job, and you're going to help me.
*Xander may appear to be aimlessly wandering but he is actually not. Either way it does lead him to wandering about, so he comes across Hyacinth...and spots the glowing hands. He furrows his brow, making no attempt to hide the fact that he's staring at them.*
[So this little asshole has been here for years and he can tell a newcomer by the raging, bleeding asshole their face looks like upon arrival. He grins at her and waves.]
Yeah, you're ancient, how fascinating. I need information on this place. I've spoken to three people and they've all said the same fucking things. Something new would be appreciated.
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[ ANYWAY strolling along with her cigarette, hood pulled over her head. ignore her or something idk! but idk look she's
~*~alive~*~ ]
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Conclusion: She must be in Detroit.]
Hey!
[God, what Hyacinth wouldn't do for a smoke right now. But nooo, she had to go and quit.]
I got questions!
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What? [ she hisses, turning her head and drawing the cigarette away from her mouth. ]
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Where am I, what's going on, why is it so disgusting, and who are you? If this is some weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit, I'm gonna be pissed. I am so tired of weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit.
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He's sitting on the side of the street with his eyes closed when he hears someone coming by. He looks up; a blonde. Something about her is bugging him, and it's not just the glowing arms. Though that was pretty odd. ]
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You. On your feet.
[Hyacinth can sense weakness. It really makes her life easier.]
I'm going to need a tour, a home, and a job, and you're going to help me.
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He gets up slowly, and responds even moreso. ]
Uh, hello. What, are you new here?
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Hey, you!
[Yeah, you!]
What do you know about this place? Laceurs or whatever?
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Enough to go by. I have been here for quite a while, after while.
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[She has to compare and contrast information!]
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He furrows his brow, making no attempt to hide the fact that he's staring at them.*
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Hey, haven't you seen someone with glowing hands before? Rude.
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No one human, at least.
*That could easily sound like an insult, even if he doesn't entirely mean it as one.*
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Well, here I am. Human. With goddamn glowing hands. Now you've seen it all.
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So, you must be new here.
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I'd ask if that's easy to tell, but the answer's obvious.
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[Pokerface.]
And now I feel old. Fuck.
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