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RP Ayenee Crossover

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"Oh, come on, Haram. We're professionals," Candon declared casually, "Tsuguka was undoubtedly the best infantry Eucharis had. She's smart, follows orders, and best of all she can think for herself. Now she's going to be leading the next armor team we assemble. I, on the other hand, operate independently, violate basic rules, and take extreme risks trying to defy impossible odds. I would stress to insanity anyone who dared to love me. It wouldn't be fair to put someone through that."
 
When the chamber was opened, Anon took nearly a full minute to stand in silence, simply looking at the man in the stasis chamber. His actions were so subtle, in fact, that there would be no apparent sign that anything was happening, even if they had the ability to detect the use of mystical energy. Eventually, Anon took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Aside from the purely stubborn nature that Marcus has, very little is keeping him alive. Less damage has been the fatal blow of men with even more genetic modification done to them than he possesses."

The angel, still radiating a bright light from his body, moved over to the chamber, cautiously lifted the limp form of his friend from the machine and placed him on his back, in the middle of the air. Marcus' body didn't move. Rather, it held the position, much like he'd been placed on an operating table. Anon went to work right away. He place the open palm of his right hand onto Marcus' forehead. The palm of his left hand went through Marcus' clothing and touched his chest. Right away, the light faded ever-so slightly from Anon's body, while Marcus became encompassed in a light of his own.

For the benefit of Volodymyr, Anon explained his actions as he went. "The mental damage is the worst. Safeguards that were put in place have been repeatedly cracked until they eventually shattered. They must be rebuilt before the other damage can be repaired." To accompany his words, a shimmering image of a set of broken locks flickered in and out of visible space above Marcus and Anon. One at a time, the locks were pieced back together, and latched back to a secured position.

"Next comes repairing the mental damage itself." The vision of locks was replaced by several strands of glowing light in various colors. "I have to weave the energy strands together. His brain is different from a regular human's. His modifications add several layers of difficulty. I have to use energy patterns that don't exist in a normal human. Plus, there are some weaving patterns his mind won't accept, some he doesn't need and some that will do more harm."

Over a span of several minutes, Anon worked. The images of strands being gradually woven together would be replaced when one set of strands was completed, and another began. Eventually, no more images appeared. Anon removed his hands from Marcus' body. The place where his hand had connected with the man's chest left no sign that he'd gone through the material. The angel's bodily glow returned to its former brightness, and he looked at the four men gathered to observe. "He needs time to adjust to the mental change before I can move on to the physical work. So, to you visitors from other worlds, what do you make of what you've seen?"
 
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"Hot-shot aces who lone-wolf-it are plentiful, You two work together. I would have traded 20 marines for that kind of initiative and improvisation.

The Eucharis has plenty of new recruits, but they do not come with that kind of relationship on the battlefield. You have to tell a sprite what to do, Tugs would already be doing it."

Wazu would continue to watch the light show going on in front of them, splitting his attention that and Candon,

"I am sure she would appreciate having another friend outside of work."

what do you make of what you've seen?

"Looks like a restoration spell followed by a more conventional healing spell... maybe a cure or remove ailments but tweaked to affect the brain rather than the body? I think you made it clear that classic high level heal was not going to cut it here.

I also get the feeling you already read the manual on Marcus Prime's brain overclocking?"

Wazu had kept his eyes on the spells and casting, trying to work out generally what was going on during his conversation with Candon. Some of it looked familiar, but what he remembered didn't cause visions of locks to dance around. It was logical to think what Anon was using was similar, but perhaps from a different field entirely.
 
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"Maybe he's right," Candon thought. In his head he knew he needed people by his side but the blood of his comrades had stained his heart. He wished he could just stop feeling the guilt that plagued his thoughts but he still carried too much of his humanity to abandon his suffering.
"You're right, dick, but I'm not." he almost whispered almost inaudibly.

Candon had been watching as Anon worked and trying to pick apart his performance would be a good distraction from the current conversation. In a way Anon's medicine seemed to make sense.
"I'm no doctor but I think I got it," he began, replaying Anon's performance from his point of view with his holographic projection system, "Marcus Prime began floating, where I come from this is fairly common. I'm guessing you created a gravitic field of some type or possibly used that super-string science Ayenee created.

"Your hand went through his clothing, seems like phasing. Seeing as we couldn't just call a locksmith I'm guessing that you were repairing his mental blocks or limits for his mods and the 'intertwining of strands' sounds a lot like your rebuilding the synapse in his brain, which if I recall correctly he's essentially experiencing a sever synaptic burnout which, of course, Is a death sentence. However, by either having previous knowledge, or perhaps reading his DNA, you have the information needed to restore his synapse and nerves to the way they should be… am I close?,
 
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Anxiously watching the pod open, Volodya folded his arms over his chest. His gloved fingers tapped against the front if his sleeve while he attempted to ignore how uneasy Anon's glowing made him.

He appreciated Anon explaining his process. It helped him follow what was going on, but actually carrying out this kind of healing was probably beyond his own skill level. It was lucky for this Marcus fellow that the heir to the SevenStars appeared to help them. Through his veiled hat he watched Anon's every move. He didn't move at all letting Anon repair the injured man's mind.

Not only did these men look different' but they spoke and carried themselves in a funny way. Their explanations and perspectives on what just happened used terms that were entirely foreign to him.

He turned to Candon and shook his head making the fabric hanging from his hat swish from side to side. "I don't know what you mean. You say the strangest things."

"As far as I could tell Anon here has mended some sort of spiritual resistances and safeguards that were broken down and then he repaired the damage done to their life force or soul. perhaps weaving it back together and making it whole again. Repairing his very being, what makes him, him. I didn't think this sort of thing could be done. without using something else as 'glue'... "
The veiled man trailed off mumbling about the powerful magic he had just witnessed.

He was impressed. Not even five minutes after falling through this portal he had learned about something he had not even dreamed was possible. He looked down at Marcus and then over at the other Marcus. His confusion was hidden along with his face under layers of fabric. "Wait is he your brother or something?"
 
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Anon listened to each of their accounts of what they thought had gone on. He nodded to all of them, in turn. "I'm impressed by your responses. Particularly yours." He nodded to Wazu. "I take it you've a fair amount of experience in the manipulation of energy strands."

The angel began the process of explaining what he'd done. "The ability to place him afloat was simply a matter of elemental manipulation. I simply made the air beneath him more dense in order to create a sturdy platform on which to lay him." He patted the empty space beneath Marcus' prone form to illustrate. A distinct smacking sound could be heard as he connected with the barrier of air. "Gravitational manipulation is an option, but it takes more concentration to keep something like that steady so he isn't constantly moving during the healing process."

"As far as going through his clothing, in a way, yes, phasing was involved. However, in this case, the part of the clothing that was in the way was phased out while I was working."

"The healing itself is somewhat a combination of all of your answers. I did have prior knowledge of Marcus' genetic modifications, but I'd never gotten into a deep study of them. However, I've done minor heals on him in the past, so I knew what should be present. This was a matter of reading his current state and bringing it back to where it was previously. I decided to use restoration to put the safeguards back the way they should have been. Those are, actually, fairly basic functions of his brain, so they required very little effort. The weaving strands of light you saw was a visualization of the weaving of various forms of energy. Some of those forms of energy affect the soul, some the base mental functions, some the higher functions, and some the physical aspects of his brain. A good portion of that does include synaptic response."


The other Marcus simply stood back and listened. This wasn't news to him. True, he'd never actually heard Anon go into detail explaining what he did, but he knew the basic concept, and he was never disappointed in the result, so he never felt the need to question. When Volodya questioned him, he shrugged to begin his answer.

"Something along those lines, yes. I'm a clone, or rather, a copy of him with only slightly different mental information. I know a few things he doesn't. He has personal connections I don't. Aside from that, and a couple minor changes that happen in the process of creating a clone, we're identical."
 
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"Energy strands... no, not quite. I have a decent grasp of the 'make a pact' style of magics and I picked up a bit of the elemental stuff a while back... but on Ayenee you tend to pick up a few things.

It sounds like rather than pacts you are using some level of innate energy manipulation... Psionics maybe?" He asked, curious.

He would sit out on the talk of clones and replacing brain functions. He knew Marcus had a probem with the ship of Theseus... one that Wazu certainly didn't share. There was certainly very little of the original Wazu standing before them.
 
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He turned to Candon and shook his head making the fabric hanging from his hat swish from side to side. "I don't know what you mean. You say the strangest things."


"As far as I could tell Anon here has mended some sort of spiritual resistances and safeguards that were broken down and then he repaired the damage done to their life force or soul. perhaps weaving it back together and making it whole again. Repairing his very being, what makes him, him. I didn't think this sort of thing could be done. without using something else as 'glue'... " The veiled man trailed off mumbling about the powerful magic he had just witnessed.

"Well, I guess that makes two of us," Candon made his delayed comeback as the man in the odd hat's observation gave way to incoherent mumbling.
Anon's explanation of what he'd done gave a sliver of hope that this bass ackward plane of existance may actually make some sense but the reality was that his attention was interrupted as his gut dropped.

Something was wrong. Candon discreetly disengaged the safety on his SMG and primed the capacitors as he scanned his surroundings.
"We need to get out of the street," he asserted himself into the magic talk like a block of iron, "Marcus, if there is anyone who would want you dead you need to tell me now. It may already be too late."
 
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Anon nooded to Wazu. "You're not far off. I use something similar to psionic commands in order to manipulate the energy strands. Very good, stranger."

"Now, gentlemen, I will continue the healing process with his body." Anon turned and placed both his left hand on Marcus' abdomen, the other on his chest. Again, both hands sank through the fabric of his clothing and the glow about his body was partially transferred to his patient.

In the mean time, the clone of the man being healed turned and listened to Candon and chuckled. "I'm an executive at one of the largest corporations in the technology-centered are of the realm, Candon. Beyond that, my family has made a history of disrupting some of the big name gang lords over the years. There are numerous people who would want me dead. That being said, none that I can think of would be willing to make an attempt at my life with Anon around."

"I'm willing to give it a shot!" A fierce voice could be heard screaming from a full block away. A man clothed in red came riding up to the group on a wave of immensely hot flame. The pavement partially warped at the extreme temperature. He stopped in front of them, his eyes ferocious as he pointed to the clone. "You ran out on me, Rodia!"

Marcus sighed as he saw the man approach, but maintained his friendly demeanor. When the fire-rider stopped before them, he gestured toward the new arrival. "Gentlemen, I give you Inferno, king of The Bursters."

The introduction seemed to anger Inferno even further. "You leave my family heritage out of this!" Both of the man's arms were then engulfed in flames that started green around his flesh, then faded to blue, yellow and orange. "Now you've got about one minute to answer for running out on me before I boil your marrow while it's still in your body!"
 
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In the mean time, the clone of the man being healed turned and listened to Candon and chuckled. "I'm an executive at one of the largest corporations in the technology-centered are of the realm, Candon. Beyond that, my family has made a history of disrupting some of the big name gang lords over the years. There are numerous people who would want me dead. That being said, none that I can think of would be willing to make an attempt at my life with Anon around."


"I'm willing to give it a shot!" A fierce voice could be heard screaming from a full block away.

Candon reacted without hesitation, he had already decided what he needed to do. The soldier took aim with his SMG, just tracking the aggresive newcomer. Though he held his fire Candon had already decided on the 'line' Inferno wouldn't be passing. All weapon systems were online, despite the need to keep environmental damage at a minimum, and his gravity drive began spooling.

A man clothed in red came riding up to the group on a wave of immensely hot flame. The pavement partially warped at the extreme temperature. He stopped in front of them, his eyes ferocious as he pointed to the clone. "You ran out on me, Rodia!"


Marcus sighed as he saw the man approach, but maintained his friendly demeanor. When the fire-rider stopped before them, he gestured toward the new arrival. "Gentlemen, I give you Inferno, king of The Bursters."


The introduction seemed to anger Inferno even further. "You leave my family heritage out of this!" Both of the man's arms were then engulfed in flames that started green around his flesh, then faded to blue, yellow and orange. "Now you've got about one minute to answer for running out on me before I boil your marrow while it's still in your body!"

Inferno stopped and inch behind Candon's line. The tension was building as he kept himself leashed, restraining his urge to attack without warning and pummel the man before he knew he was in a fight. But the threat could not be ignored.

The armor dashed forward on a wave of distorted space as his spooled up gravity drive released its built up potential energy and stopped, just centimeters from the hostile's face, letting the wave of gravity push the human blowtorch back.

Candon planted himself firmly as he took aim with his SMG and activated his conformal barrier. His helmet then spoke with the best translation possible for Yamatai technology.
"This man is under my protection," he claimed, "in the interest of peace I will permit you to leave without fear of retaliation. Please accept this offer."
His words were calm, clear, and concise. Though his heart longed for battle his head knew it would only hurt those around him. Regardless, his finger was on the trigger and his focus was completely on Inferno. One wrong move and he'd shoot.
 
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Wazu was ecstatic!

"This is awesome..." He said, watching as Candon went on the defensive. Wazu didn't have power armor... or weapons... or much in the way of magical enchantments, so he backed off a bit, letting the others posture. After all people Like Marcus and Anon didn't go out on the streets if they didn't think they could handle the weird.

... he'd snap a quick picture of the scene with his Datapad...

It started to dawn on him that he probably should try and remember how to tap into magical forces again. ~How'd that go?~ He thought to himself, holding his Datapad in his left hand while he balled up his right fist, trying to feel the magical energies as he worked on remembering the full process. He would start whispering to himself, trying to remember which combination of words it was that acted as the trigger.

"Klaatu, Barada, Nikto...." He would move his hand around a little bit, but he couldn't feel the magical energies doing anything.... it was obvious to him that wasn't correct, but he kept trying, mumbling the words quietly,

"Shemhamforash....."

"azarath, metrion, zinthos...."

"Mecca, lecca, hi, mecca, hiney, ho..."

He'd figure it out sooner or later...
 
Volodya focused on Anon as he continued with his description of the healing magic he had used. He stepped back and unlocked the trunk that was bumping harmlessly against his boots. He whispered something to the trunk to open it up. He was in the process of pulling out a research notebook when Candon pointed out that there was something wrong.

He set the book in his hand down, instead pulling a looped belt slotted with stoppered test tubes. the liquid inside was a vibrant blue that shifted in colour when he jostled its container. Volodya snapped the chest shut and held one of the vials in his hand defensively. He didn't want to use it, but if things went south he wouldn't hesitate to toss it at an assailant.

His attention was fixed on inferno, just waiting for the tension to snap.
He had no attachment of these people, but they hadn't done anything to harm him either. That was a good sign in a strange land.
 
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Inferno would be affected by the gravity drive, though not nearly as much as Candon likely expected. He was only moved a couple inches before a combination of altering the air temperature around his body and flame jets spouting from several spots on his body stabilized him, once again. The red-clad man sneered at Candon's challenge.

"He's under your protection?" Inferno leaned to the side in order to look around the armored man who stood before him at the target of his assault. "You're letting a techno warrior act as your body guard now? That's pretty pathetic for you, Marcus. How many of his kind have you taken out?"

Inferno glared back at Candon. "I'll tell ya what, hot shot, since you seem to be one of those people who makes the mistake of thinking I actually need to make contact with something to do damage to it..." Inferno thrust his hand to the side and a plastic sign in front of an electronics store immediately ignited. The Burster king smirked. "I'll go ahead and humor you. Care to guess at what temperature metal burns?"

"Okay, that's enough!" Marcus leaped over Candon and landed between the two men squaring off against one another. This wasn't a fight he was willing to allow to go forward. Normally, Anon would have forced a stop before anything got out of hand, but he was busy.

He faced Candon, first. The man clearly needed a crash course. "Candon, I realize your protective measures work wonders in your universe. But, magic there is nearly non-existent. Your engineers have never seen power the likes of which can be tapped into or generated here. There are hundreds of different types, with thousands of different sources. Even more complex than inter-dimensional travel is inter-planar travel. Creatures like Anon over there tap into energy from an entirely different plane of existence. In the case of Inferno, his power isn't even, really, magic. He's a Burster by family name, not a burster by decision. Heat and flame don't obey his command because he trained as a pyromancer. They obey him because of who he is."

"There are beings here who can manifest solid objects out of nothing, control elements with a thought, channel the power of an entire council through a single incantation, manipulate the flow of time, or even affect the molecular structure of their surroundings. Technology from your universe trying to protect against the magic of this universe would be along the same lines as a farmer who's only ever seen the effect of a hunting rifle trying to protect himself against the Eucharis' main gun. You are far more vulnerable than you believe here."

Marcus didn't leave an opportunity for Candon to argue. He turned to face the other would-be combatant. "And you! Are you insane!? I leave you to deal with a fight you started and all of a sudden that gives you the right to seek me out and try and start a fight with an inter-dimensional visitor in the process? I assume you got someone to tell you I'd gone on an inter-dimensional trip. Did you even bother finding out which universe it was I visited when I left? These two are representatives of the Yamatai Empire. That's Yamatai, as in the home of Ketsurui Yui, who is still alive, and the head of the clan from which the current reigning Empress hails. Another member of that clan is this man's commanding officer. You start something with him, and it's entirely likely that you'll be dragging what remains of your family and allies into an interdimensional war with Yamatai...again! Only this time, they wouldn't be on your side."

With that, Marcus stepped aside. Whatever was going to happen now, would happen. He moved over to Volodya and pointed at the vial. "What's that?"
 
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Candon wouldn't protest Marcus' belief in Yamatai being unfamiliar with trans-planar energy for the favor of keeping cards up his sleeve. His Psionic Signal Controller remained at its smallest range to only cover himself, keeping it at an undetectable level.

"He is obviously too dependent on his magic and apparently needs to wave his hands in order to focus the magic, or rather, to focus his own mind," Candon strategized subconsciously, "His dependency on magic leaves him open to the PSC, oscillating its intensity ramdomly will make it harder for him to harness his magic. His focus is shaky, a telepathic attack would reduce his control further. Put him in a combined field and he'll be puking to hard to stand. I've got this."

Candon kept his posture rigid as ever. There was always one trait his armor had that no organic being could complete with. Speed, the ability to instantly move with neither warning nor hesitation was a trait only a digital construct could possess and Candon had mentally synchronized with his Mindy before the shuttle had even landed.

He didn't need political fallout, there was no need to instigate a fight. Despite the lack of support from the person he was there to protect the stoic sentinel said nothing, but he wouldn't be the one backing down.

Inferno had organs, he could still die.
 
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Within moments of Marcus stepping out of the way...Marcus would put himself in the exact same spot.

It was the original Marcus Rodia, glaring at Inferno...and he looked ticked.

Inferno took a step back from surprise more than anything. He looked over at the man who had just been there, then to the one who stood in front of him. He didn't know what to say.

"...how?" Was all he could get out before the Marcus in front of him interrupted.

Marcus didn't even bother answering his barely-spoken inquiry. "You have got to be the most arrogant, self-absorbed member of your family, Inferno. Beyond that, your extreme mood swings are worse than a Tearhound in heat. I've seen you be just, fair and wise when it was needed, and then you go and do something like this and ruin the entire illusion. You want to have a debate with me? Fine. Then debate. But you start threatening one of my friends, and the line has been crossed." Marcus used his enhanced speed and grabbed one of Inferno's burning arms. Inferno's body started glowing with a light very similar to what Anon had transferred to Marcus during the healing process. "Go home, Inferno."

The moment Marcus let go, the light flashed quickly, then disappeared, taking Inferno with it. Marcus turned to Candon and nodded. "My body was too weak to react until Anon healed me, but I heard everything. Thanks, Candon. Then, he turned his head to Anon. "Thanks to you, too. It's always a strange feeling to channel someone else's power. I wonder if you could do me one more favor?

Anon simply nodded.

"Can you get the current holder of SevenStars to take these guys on a tour while my clone and I go explain to the board at Equilibrium what's going on? They'll never let them in."

"Sure thing, Marcus. I can reach him, no problem."

Marcus turned to Candon and Wazu. "How 'bout it, boys? Want to see probably the best example of a merging of magic and technology that Ayenee has to offer?"
 
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When things deescalated slightly, and the pair of Marcuses handled Inferno, Volodya calmed down. "Its a preservative of sorts." He swirled the vial in his hands Its something I've worked on developing for a while now. Undiluted it is exceptionally useful for avoiding violent conflict, its mostly harmless." He flipped a coin up in the air, unstoppered the vial and flicked a few drops in the direction of the flipping object.

The air grew uncomfortably cold, and a blue mist that almost seemed solid. The coin slowed, then halted completely. He fanned away the mist with his gloved hand and caught the coin. "This place is Ayenee then? I can't say I've heard of it before. I wouldn't mind accompanying you fellows for a short while. I'm Volodya by the by. This meeting hasn't exactly been normal so far." Volodya smiled from under his veils. He wasn't sure how to get home, so he wanted to learn as much as he could out here.
 
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The clone nodded at Volodya's explanation of the contents of the vial. "Nice to meet you, Volodya."

Anon wasted no time in dealing with the original Marcus' request. He placed his hand across his body and on his opposite side and closed his grip until it looked like he was holding something. As he moved his partially closed fist forward, a ghostly image of a glowing white sword with three spikes protruding from either side of the blade appeared. Anon threw the sword into the middle of the street. At first, nothing happened. It looked to be nothing more than an optical illusion of a blade stuck in the ground.

Meanwhile, the two men that had made up the medical escort left, and in quite a bit of a hurry when they saw the intangible object penetrating the hard surface of the street. It was clear they wanted no part of what was about to happen. A dull hum started to resonate from the location of the blade. Soon, the weapon started to move slightly. All of a sudden, it lifted out of the ground and positioned itself in the air, about head level for an average human. The moment it stopped moving, there was a crackle of energy that could be felt by everyone around, and a man, standing at 6'7" wearing ancient medieval style plate armor without a helmet and only a gauntlet on the right hand, stood with a solid version of the peculiar sword attached with a shoulder strap. He looked around, his eyes glowing red, and his face completely lacking in any emotion. If this man had an opinion of the current gathering, or his surroundings, he wasn't giving off even the most remote of hints. He nodded when his gaze landed on the angel.

"Hello, Anon." The man's deep voice echoed on itself as he spoke. "It is rather unusual for you to call me in this manner. What assistance do you need?"
 
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Anon smiled and seemed to brighten slightly at the appearance of the tall armor-clad stranger. "Yes, Fang, I know. I didn't summon you on an emergency call because, for once, I don't have one. Nevertheless, I appreciate the quick response."

The angel pointed to the gathered men. "This is Marcus Rodia and some of his friends. They've come from..."

"The Yamatai Empire." The man called Fang interrupted. "They have the same essence about them that Yui brought with her when she and her allies were here before."

"This one, however..." His head turned to Volodya for a moment. "is from somewhere else. The signature is vaguely familiar, but I am unable to place it, exactly. From where do you hail, friend?"
 
"Hm.... well, I see the magic side of things... not so much the technology." Wazu stated, snapping a few more pictures form his datapad. It seemed that everyone else was quite busy with magic-stuff.... people doing summonings and sharing their secret magic-user handshakes.
 
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"Nice to meet you as well..." He returned the greeting . His teeth glinted in a smile under his veils.

Volodya watched the spectacle involving Anon's blade curiously. He felt like there was a lot to be learned from the Angel. He tucked his vial back into the leather loop it came from and waited. He didn't have to wait long for something to happen. In the place where the sword had impaled the street a armoured man ,who looked like he would be quite at home in his homeland, Materialized.

"I hail from the city of Wreesia in Wepkiir, but I haven't called that place home in a very long time. " Volodya said after a short moment of hesitation. " I've taken to the road I've found that I prefer the opportunities it brings. " Usually he didn't speak much about his home. What he did say was only half the truth. It wasn't worth telling the longer more convoluted version to a group of strangers. Besides, he had lived in that icy province for some time, after his parents sent him to live with his uncle. "I don't think that anyone from my world has been to this place for a very long time. We have lost the name of the continent where I found this portal." He mulled over that thought. "I'd ask you where you are from but I feel like it would be just as foreign as Ayenee and Yamatee.. er Yamatai?"
 
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