revenance_rpg | Now What?

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Now What?

Characters: Etna and open!
Content: Etna hangs around the 1st District, pondering over various things.
Location (including world): 1st District, Traverse Town
Time of Day: Evening?ish?
Warnings: ...Etna? |Da

Tracking down a moogle wasn't too hard, nor was coaxing it to go through it's tutorial again of what to do with the items that she'd been told would make a creature. Following it's directions, sure enough, she soon found herself staring at a... dog? Cat? ...Catdog?

Etna wasn't really sure what to call it. This thing was going to help her fight? Really? Not that she really needed the help or anything, in her opinion. It did, however, bring back memories of when she'd been a child. She'd had a pet mystic beast for a pet, but not for very long. It was a time she remembered both fondly and sadly.

"Ah, you're making me all nostalgic," Etna said out loud, reaching over from where she sat on a staircase step, to pet it on the head. Apparently the dream eater liked the attention, as it rolled over happily. Amused, she continued to pet it's stomach looking down at it thoughtfully at it.

"Well... I guess I should at least give you a name, huh?" she said, continuing to speak aloud. Of course, nothing came to mind. "Ehhh, I'll just have to think about it, I guess."

Names were not exactly the foremost thing on her mind after all. So... she was in some dream... thing and she was asleep. Damn. They'd been going to head to Zenon's castle soon... Would the others find her and wake her up? Or would they just leave without her if she didn't show? Somehow she suspected the later was more than likely. Then came the question, would they ever wake her up? What if they didn't come find her? Or what if they didn't win against Zenon? She could be left sleeping for some time if that happened. That wasn't a particularly pleasant thought.

Well, maybe... the Prince and Flonne? He had come looking for her, so maybe-- Ugh, had she SERIOUSLY just thought of the Prince rescuing her from this? Great. Look what this place had made her do. No, no she wasn't going to assume the worst yet. Either way, it seemed she'd be stuck here, for now.

Sighing to herself, she looked back at the Dream Eater at her feet. "Well, now what?"

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York had been getting a better feel for the town; from what he'd seen and heard over the communicators, they had a bunch of people from pretty different and sometimes opposed backgrounds coming together here, so it would pay to keep an eye out. He noticed the girl - she'd called herself a demon, he was pretty sure, but she looked like a kid to him, just a kid with pointy ears. Still, there were the moogles, so there was no point in asking about it just now.

"Looking for something to do?" He'd done some dream eater hunting for cash earlier; Sparky was getting better at it every day, and Delta was a big help. As always.

She blinked at up at the armoured guy speaking to her, thoughts going back to the guy she's spoken to in the communicator. This guy's armour looked like the same kind, except... wasn't that other guy's armour a different colour though? Voice didn't seem the same either, not that Etna had paid that much attention. This could still be the same guy.

"You could say that," she finally answered.

"Don't think I've seen you around before." No, he would definitely have remembered this kid. Demon. "I'm York." He felt terrible for thinking it, but it would be nice to have a chat that wasn't going to end up being about how life had or would implode on you without warning.

Okay... it really wasn't the same guy, it seemed. Huh. How many of these armour guys were in this place then?

"Ah, yeah, I'm kind of new, I guess," she replied, leaning back against the higher steps. "Etna," she added.

"From what I can tell, most people are trying to find a way to get home or digging in for the long haul," York said, sitting down next to her on the steps. "I'm kind of looking at it as a vacation, myself." But his circumstances probably weren't too common. This place was probably better than being dead; he'd never been too religious, so maybe it was the time to start thinking about it.

"A vacation, huh?" Etna glanced around the area they were sitting in. "This place doesn't seem exactly like the ideal vacation spot, if you ask me."

Her idea of an ideal place had a lot more sun... and probably sand, along with some palm trees and a beach. Yeah, that sounded good. However, treating this as a vacation didn't sound like the worst of ideas to her, either. She wasn't sure really how she was going to deal with it yet. "I think I'm still trying to get past the whole, I'm asleep and stuck in a dream world thing."

"Yeah, the only thing that's missing is the tropical islands," York said, echoing Etna's thoughts. "I wouldn't say no to a bar, either. Still, I've got some friends here and we haven't run into anything too dangerous yet, so it'll do for now. If you find part of this place that's beach and sand, though, you'd better share."

Okay, this guy was way more tolerable than that other armoured guy. "I'll think about it," she offered, with a smirk.

"So, hey, how many of you armoured guys are running around here, anyways?" she asked, a bit curious. Given the practically matching armour, they must know each other. "At first I thought you were this other jerk who talked to me on the communicator thing."

"There's four of us so far," York said. "Me, Wash, Church, and North." He wouldn't call Wash a jerk, either, but he wasn't up for an argument about anything at this point. "We're all from the same place, which is completely different from here. If we weren't from different times, I'd wonder if we'd gotten some weird contagious narcolepsy."

Delta winks into view, hovering next to York. "York, as you are aware, narcolepsy is not a contagious..."

"Yeah, I got it, D. Etna, this is Delta, my partner."

Four, huh? So, two down, two to go, it seemed.

Etna sat up at Delta's appearance. Well, well, what was this~?

"Uh, hi," she responded, while curious, not totally sure what she was dealing with here. It looked like some kind of... hologram?

Delta nodded to Etna. "Greetings."

"Delta's an AI," York contributed. He wasn't totally sure she'd know what that was; it seemed like it might be hit or miss here. Still, she had to be used to something like Delta appearing, or she'd have been more startled at seeing him. Though, when it came to that, no one seemed too surprised, since most of them had met Theta already.

Etna did seem to know what he was talking about, from the look on her face. Though how she knew was more a result of movies and the like. She'd never actually seen one or something.

"Oooh, an AI, huh?" Wow, these guys were pretty high tech. "Let me guess, you got spaceships and stuff too?"

York laughed. "Well, not on me right now. Used to live on one, though. What about you? Is this sort of thing normal where you come from?" She didn't seem like she came from somewhere high tech, but there was no reason that demons couldn't be. He just kind of associated them with fantasy magic stuff, more than everyday computers.

Boy, he better hope Flonne didn't end up here, or these guys would have a fangirl, pretty quick.

"Eh, stuff like that is more an Earth thing," Etna explained. The Earth was far more advanced than the Netherworld, but they'd messed that place up pretty good because of it. "The Netherworld gets plenty of movies and stuff though."

"I can't imagine a movie about guys like us." York paused. "Maybe a tv series. A short one." With lots of focus on the stupid stuff that happened to them, and none of the awful drama their lives went into. No one wanted to be depressed by stuff like that. "So are you like some of the other people here, more about magic than tech?"

"Do I look like a mage?" was Etna's response to that. While she did know a spell or two, magic wasn't really her thing. Though a lot of her abilities humans might consider to be magic.

"Eh, though I guess the Netherworld is more magic than tech, but who needs things like space ships when you have dimensional gates?" she said with shrug.

"I dunno, what do mages look like?" York countered. "I never ran into one before I came here." For the most part, they seemed to be normal people. Or ponies.

"Dimensional gates sound pretty convenient; I'd probably pick that over the long way of traveling if we had 'em at home."

"...Have you never played a video game before?" she asked him at that point, staring at him. With all that technology and stuff, she would have thought entertainment would exist too.

"Sure I have, but I don't know what mages from your home look like." York shrugged, anyway. It wasn't important. "It's been a while, too. I'm more of a hands on guy these days."

"Well, let's put it this way: the words "mage" and "badass" aren't usually used in the same sentence when describing a mage, whatever kind or clothes they happen to be wearing," she explained. To Etna, she was clearly bad-ass, you see.

"Oh, well my mistake then. You definitely don't look like a mage." York was grinning, though. She reminded him of...a few people from home, actually.

"Ah, good," Etna replied, grinning a bit herself. "Or I might have had to prove it~" she added, grin turning to an almost cat-like smile. Not that she knew what she would have done to prove it or that she would have actually done so... but he didn't have to know that.

"So, let me guess... Rifle? Shotgun? Gatling? ...All of the above, perhaps~?" Given he appeared to be a soldier, she was fairly certain he probably was proficient with guns.

"I'm pretty handy with guns," York said lightly. "I'm trying not to use them too much here; Wash told me that the moogles charge you through the nose for ammo." And he wasn't really interested in spending a lot of his cash like that if he didn't have to. Still, it was nice to know it was available.

Etna raised an eyebrow. Wow, their guns needed ammo? "Wow, that sucks," she replied, finishing her thought out loud. "Needing ammo, that is."

"Well, that's why I've got a knife. And Sparky," York added. Though that was interesting too. Did guns not need ammunition where she came from?

...Sparky? This gun wielding, awesomely armoured guy called his pet Sparky? Etna couldn't quite hide her amusement, but she didn't say anything about it, as tempting as it was.

"Guns are pretty handy, but I'm more into spears, myself~"

Epsilon just stared at the strange person he'd found. This place really seemed to know how to pick people to bring in. His Pricklemane is following him, grumbling a little. It doesn't approve of its master refusing to rest.

"I don't know. Still trying to figure that out myself. Strange place."

Etna found herself being stared at--by another guy in armour. Or was it the same guy she'd spoken to earlier? Hadn't he been blue? She was caught a little off guard having her question after answered--well, sort of.

"Eh, it's not that strange," Etna replied, with a shrug. She found the situation stranger than the actual place.

Epsilon shrugs. "I guess strange depends on normal where you're from. Rainbow colored animals aren't exactly typically where I was before."

The pricklemane is now moving closer, looking at the strange dream eater.

"Ah. Yeah, they aren't that weird compared to what you'd find in the Netherworld." Not all creatures in the Netherworld were as colourful, but certainly it wasn't weird to her.

Etna's Meow Wow still was at her feet, rolled on it's back, apparently content.

"So... you aren't the guy who was talking to me on the communicator earlier, huh?"

That gets a long pause from Epsilon. "You come from where?"

He's ignoring his pricklemane, figuring it won't cause too many problems. Shouldn't be hard to call it off later, right?

"No. Definitely not. My name is Church."

Church? Wasn't that a place humans worshipped God in? It was a weird name, but whatever; it wasn't like Etna hadn't heard weirder names. "Ah. His armour looked a lot like yours," she said, explaining the question.

"And, yeah, the Netherworld. I'm a demon~... name's Etna. Beauty Queen Etna~" she said, proudly giving out her hacked title. Although, around this bunch, she was starting to wonder if 'Demon Lord Etna' would be more effective.

Epsilon paused at that, then nodded, sounding annoyed. "Washington. He's... An ass."

There's an even longer pause. That's a new one. "Uh... Beauty Queen? What the hell kind of demon title is that? I'd think a real demon would have a more... Impressive title."

That description of the guy sounded accurate to her, given her experience with him.

Well, she was right, it seemed. "My title was "Demon Lord Etna", I just had it hacked because I liked the sound of "Beauty Queen Etna" better, okay?" she responded.

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Epsilon paused to think that over. "Okay, if you're really a demon, I guess I probably shouldn't question you there." Pausing, then adding. "But seriously, anyone you want to impress? Stick to Demon Lord."

"You're right. You shouldn't~ ♥" Etna responded, though she was a little impressed he had the intelligence to at least consider questioning a demon might not be the smartest of ideas.

"But... Eh, I'll think about it," she responded, not wanting to outright say she was going to take the advice, especially given she was seriously considering it at this point herself. As much as she liked her current title, she didn't have this problem in Veldime... though maybe it helped that most of Veldime had known how dangerous she was, whatever her title.

Well, for a demon, Etna still isn't that impressive to Epsilon though... "If you're a demon, what can you do? What kind of powers do you have?"

"You people don't know much about demons, do you?" she said, as she tried to decide how to answer that.

"Well, I'm way stronger and faster than most humans," she replied, thinking a little of the humans she'd associated with over the years--certainly some could get pretty powerful. "And with my power, if I wanted to, it wouldn't take too much effort to level this place. Good thing I don't really feel like it, huh~?"

"We don't have demons where I came from. Not that I've seen."

Epsilon pauses to think that over. "Yea. I'll pass on demonstrations in that case."

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