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[There's a short little reyvateil chilling on the beach, sitting up under a palm tree. There is a box of cookies sitting beside her, and a data pad (that any Freelancers may recognize) in her lap.

She looks... a very forced sort of blank, right now.

She scrolls through the info on the data pad, frowning thoughtfully through most of her time spent looking down, but every so often that frown turns a little dark - moments when she can no longer read something she could before, when data seems to be missing, when she spots an inconsistency that wasn't there before... She's pretty sure she knows what this means, as it relates to this place and its... machinations.

And she doesn't like it. At all. ... How dare they. ~~How dare he? No. Not him. Just... them.~~

That forced stoicism remains as she reaches for one of those cookies, unwraps it and gently nibbles at it, still flipping through the data pad. Some might call it obsessive, the way she's going through it over and over and over. She wouldn't care.]

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I think there are probably assholes everywhere. So not really. In some ways it's worse. Everything is too loud, nothing is real. The food is processed until it is barely food. People spend money they have not earned yet. The women have-

[Nope, stop that sentence right there. Because suddenly he's reminded that he can see hers.]

I like the cars I can find there. And having people to spend time with.

[Sheeee has a feeling she knows where that sentence was headed. She's not offended - amused, actually, and she even gives a quiet, airy scoff of a laugh. But she does let the conversation move on~]

Well, you're right about there being assholes everywhere. All worlds, all universes, all places. The processed food... you have my sympathies.

[She holds her box of funbuns out toward him. Go ahead, have one! Who doesn't like little shortbread-esque cookie-crackers in the shape of ducks?]

What exactly is a car?

[Well, he can see parts of hers that he normally doesn't see in lady clothes, even on the street corners of Liberty City (but sometimes in the strip clubs). Still, he's at least attempting to be... a portion of a gentleman?

He takes one of the cookies with a slightly curious look, examining it for the moment.]

It's a ground transportation vehicle. There are some on the road in that picture. [He holds up his phone again as he shoves the cookie in his mouth with all the elegance of a rough sailor, before pointing out one of the cars in the picture.]

[The rough demeanor is fitting for him, she notes. She looks at the picture again, nods once.]

I see. They look pretty fast. Must be convenient. Why are there so many different types, though? Is every car different?

Mffm [Wait, swallow Niko. Be classy.]

They are all designed to run in specific ways. Some of the larger ones are meant to take impacts and carry heavy loads. Some of these sleeker ones are meant to go fast and conserve fuel.

[Jacqli nods her understanding... as she grabs another Funbun for herself and starts nibbling all around its edges.]

Do you have one of your own?

[Alright, he gets the slightest edge of a smile at that.]

Sometimes. Here and there.

[She's... not quite sure what he means by that! But the small smile - the tone behind it - is amusing, at least.]

They look expensive to own. [Beat.] I think I'd want a red one.

[There's a small pocket of hell for men that say lines like his. He will be there when he manages to die one day.] Well, I do like to take pretty ladies for drives in cars they like.

[That could have been so much worse.

But moving on!]

What are uh... the shoulderpads for. [He motions to that peculiarity of her outfit.]

[Oh my god. djsfakl Deadpan:] How generous of you.

[She blinks at the topic shift, shrugs her shoulders.] I'm sure the design is meant to be intimidating, somehow. Maybe in the past, it was. But, there are also amplifiers for symphonic power built into them.

Symponic power? [This poor man's brain goes strait to "speakers". Which.... there could be stranger things that shoulderpads like that would be used for.]

[It wouldn't surprise Jacqli if someone, somewhere in her world, made armor with speakers in the shoulderpads.]

Song magic. It's apparently unique to my world.

I'll bite. [Rainbow Republican Space Rangers have him reconsidering things so far.] Show me what it is that you do, if you can do it here.

[He gestures out into the starry "night".

[Rainbow what now. ... That sounds borderline frightening.]

All right.

[She turns off the data pad, sets it aside for the moment while she stands. Casually, she clasps her hands together, gaze cast out over the sand (and away from him, so he can't possibly be caught in any sort of blast), and begins to sing.

And as a result, a claymore materializes in the air, sparking with pure energy as it plummets blade-forward into the sand. Before it vanishes, it leaves a charred mess of a hole in its wake, and maybe a few localized patches of sand melted to glass.

She looks over her shoulder at him, seeming pleased enough with the result.]

... That one is more powerful when I sing it with someone else, but... you get the idea.

[They are a little frightening except the rainbow colored ones here on the Plane aren't so bad.

Besides that, though, suddenly a giant fucking sword appears out of nowhere and stabs the sand. He immediately gets up to go investigate the charred spot and the heated glass, walking around it as he shoves a toothpick in his mouth to chomp on.

He's taking it very well for a man who has never seen anything like that before in his life.

He nudges it with his foot.] I would hate to hear war where you come from. [He nudges a solid chunk with his shoe.]

[She smirks, amused at how well he seems to be taking all of this.]

War in my world is very loud. It's also very powerful and devastating. Entire sections of land where people live have been completely destroyed before.

[Never mind that the surface is 100% uninhabitable anyway... that just makes the literal loss of terraformed land - as it's fallen to the poisoned and lava-covered surface - even worse.]

[That just sounds like war to him. Once it's cooled sufficiently he reaches down and picks up the chunk of glass.]

What happens after wars? Do you keep your music for other things?

Not all song magic is offensive. I know some support spells as well, and other songs that directly maintain systems in the Tower. [She shrugs a shoulder.] Not all songs are magic, either, of course.

[That's a heavy shoulder. He squints a little, brow furrowing.]

What kind of support spells?

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see now i just want to see jacqli tagging along for a car heist. what have you done. ♥

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