[Vanille calls out from the coop; even though she's speaking louder than normal, her voice is still a little muffled. she's actually pretty hard at work with her half of the duties.]
Well, that's how a lot of animals are, right? People's food has to come from some kind of livestock, you know!
[Geez, talk about heavy. The Replica's brow furrows, and he rubs at his forehead. It's not something he's personally experienced, but one thing's for sure: it sounds like one serious misunderstanding.]
So what happened to Pulse after the war?
[Given the clashing ideals, he doubts it's anything pretty.]
Most consider the fog god to be a force of evil, but... beyond that, there isn't much they can do. A lot of them avoid outsiders, or offer us information or goods in hope that they'll be spared.
[You are making the right kind of assessment here, Vanille. Thought it is important, it's not exactly what he would think is important to mention. The fact that everyone has a lack of magic or abilities is something she can discover on her own.
Ah, so she was talking about his injury. Well, it's not really something she needs to worry about since it wasn't even a Rotan. Shrugging it off.] If it helps, it wasn't them. But... both are pretty safe. Bavan is bigger though, and probably your best bet. [He makes a sound. Half scoff, half laugh.] They like us there.
[she makes a small noise of affirmation; as long as it wasn't a result of him getting mobbed... she's still curious, but if he doesn't want to talk about it anymore, she'll acquiesce.]
What about the other city... Vandare? Are they not as tolerant?
[There's not much to talk about, and mentioning that he lost control and attacked someone might not go over all that well when they're new to this world. He hasn't even spilled any details over the matter to Kairi, and he's not going to do it to a stranger.]
They're not bad. As you are, you should be fine there. They don't completely fear anyone like they do here, but they aren't overly friendly there either.
[given what happens to Vanille a little later on thanks to a certain werewolf friend of hers... yeaaah, that wouldn't have gone over so well.]
Guess I should enjoy it while I can? [she smiles a little wryly, extending her arms and taking a closer look at them than she normally would... just what exactly is she going to turn into when the time comes, she wonders?]
[Sadly, Riku can't return the smile, even his ears go back a little. He can't help but wonder what a lot of them think of this place, what they know now is their fate. What would he do if he was in their shoes now? What is she thinking about?]
...Are you scared? [The words come out before he really has time to think about them, and his tails thrash about at his stupidity beside him, the barbed ends peeking out from under his cloak.]
[her expression is ambiguous, ambivalent. in the slightly awkward silence that follows, she reflects upon purposefully neglecting to mention the exact circumstances of how she and Fang survived the devastation. she of course has an answer (a lie) lined up if he asks, but...]
Can you really prepare yourself for something like... what this place does to you?
[she still can't say "turning into a monster." partly out of respect to those who have already turned, partly because there's still a small bit of her that doesn't want to think about the inevitable.]
[she breathes in sharply when he steps into the light. from how they'd been described, she'd expected the other monsters to be more...well, monstrous. if it wasn't for him revealing his form in the light, she wouldn't have been able to tell. after a moment of stunned, poignant silence, she slowly says:]
Is this... what you've changed into?
[she does not speak with fear of his eerie form, but rather with curiosity. she figures the other changed non-natives have experienced their unfair share of revulsion from the locals; she does not plan on contributing to that.]
...Not entirely. [He's met a few newbies who seem keen on trying to prepare themselves as best they can. And in their shoes, Riku would probably do the same.]
It helps to know things though. To gather as much information as you can. [A beat and he looks down, tails thumping against the ground. It's frustrating to even think about.]
I don't think you can ever be fully prepared, but it's better than nothing.
[The moment it is obvious she is not scared, not running away, it is almost like a heavy weight falls off his shoulders. He nods, slowly, not quite yet believing she isn't about to call him a monster (deserved, he thinks, what else are they to these new arrivals?).]
Yes. I... not entirely. [Best be out with it all at once. If this did not scare her, perhaps... no, he doesn't hold much hope that his actual form will not scare her away, but he promised her the truth, and the truth she shall get. And so he lets his focus over his form shift away, and slowly, his shape changes, shimmers, until there is nothing but a black shadow in a vague form of a person standing in his place.]
This is the form the gods here changed me into. [The words do not come from a mouth as there is none, but they echo around them, strangely disembodied and yet it is the same voice, same tone as before.]
It's a good start. [He gives a crooked smile and a shrug, making the mass of his broken wing shake awkwardly.] There is a library in Bavan you can look at, but it won't have a lot of information on this. [He wiggles a furred paw and a few of his fingers at her.]
...Be careful who you ask if you go to this world's inhabitants though. Not all of them can be trusted.
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