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[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[Have a little girl, Astral Plane! She's just delighted to be here, really.]

Hey, what's the big idea?! I'm not supposed to be here! Whoever brought me here, you better show yourself right now! How could you do this to someone like me?! I'm not gonna let you get away with this, you bas--

[And this. This is the face of someone realizing that there just miiight be other people around. Nervous little laugh and... time to turn on the charm!]

O-oh, um. Hi there! Is there anyone here? Maybe someone who'd like to help out a cute girl like me? I'm really really lost and I don't know why I'm here. And I've gotta get back to Ion!



Huh, what's with all the stars here?

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[pactum.livejournal.com]

Yeah, elves. But elves hide from everyone else, so chances are if you meet someone who uses magic, they're a half-elf.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

Elves and half-elves? Where are you from?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Sylvarant. [Or maybe Tethe'alla. He's not sure anymore.]

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[Sylvarant, huh...?] ...Never heard of it! I'm from Auldrant.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Right. It's a little strange at first with everyone saying they come from different worlds, but you'll get used to it.

[A pause, and then against his better judgment, he offers his hand. She doesn't seem so bad.]

I'm Emil.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure I will!

[Get used to it? Please, too busy thinking about all the new money-making opportunities.]

[She takes his hand.] I'm Anise! Nice to meet you, Emil.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[She's so /spunky/. Like a younger Marta. Emil tries not to get too distracted by that thought, however.]

I-it's nice to meet you, too.

Um, there's a brochure thing here now if you wanna take a look at it.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

What's in it?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

A lot of stuff. It's a good introduction to the Plane.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

Great! I'd love one!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Okay! Follow me. [He starts off in the direction of the talking kiosk. The black kitten places its paws on Emil's shoulder and stares curiously at Anise with big green eyes.

"TONIGHT... YOU."

Nah, not really.]

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[She's got her eye on you, kitten.]

Okay! Thank you!

[Follows Emil now, making sure to take in as much as she can of the scenery around them as she does.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Ah, to the right is the kitchen. All the food restocks itself... somehow... and if you get really good at looking, you can find pretty much anything. There's a bar, too. It's the same way.

[They reach the kiosk in a short amount of time.]

Here's the machine. It can give you the brochure on paper if you want. Um... one of the versions isn't that helpful, though. The first one is better.

[He steps out of the way, both kittens cuddling in his scarf now.]

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[Magically restocking and a bar?! Awesoome.] Great! Sounds good.

[She steps up to the machine and takes a closer look at it.] What's in the second version?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He blushes a little.]

It's kind of rude... T-there's a lot of swearing in it.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[She smiles a little, trying not to laugh. Then promptly turns back to the machine to see how she can get both versions!]

Ahahaha, really? How'd that version get here?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Someone wrote it and put it right next to the original one. Maybe someone else thought it was funny and kept it.

[It's not hard. It's even got audio for the reading impaired! (http://community.livejournal.com/shifted_ooc/260777.html) Emil is surprisingly good with the machine, managing to get it to spit out one version of each brochure in the matter of two strokes.

That surprises him.]

... ah?

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't really pay much attention to the explanation, only nods. What has her much more interested is the two brochures coming out.]

Thank you so much, Emil! [Grabs them and begins to look through them. Yessss, information!] I'll read them both!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He blushes a little more.]

I-it's nothing.

[And glances back at the machine. Maybe he's used something like this before? But he doesn't remember.]

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

[She's still pretty interested in the brochures, but looks back at the machine.] It isn't exactly like fontech... Oh! Is it more like magitech?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I don't think it runs on anything at all. It's weird, isn't it...?

[... Why does he have the urge to take it apart? NO EMIL NO. He rubs at his temple.]

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

Oh. ...Oh, wow! [Idea idea idea idea!]

Something like this is probably worth a lot, huh?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Er... I don't think so. All it does is spit out brochures, and no one at home will believe those anyway.

[cuteliar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah... But don't you think that whoever made it could make a whole lot of other machines? That could do different things?

[ooc: I am so sorry for taking so long with this! D:]