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[demisemidemon]

Clare spends a lot of time walking through mostly uninhabited wilderness. It's what happens when you travel between towns in a sparsely populated pre-industrial land. Especially when you're faster and more tireless than any horse.

So that's what she was doing a minute ago.

Except she walked under an arch of tree branches, and...

Clare stops, staring out at the bustle of the bar. (She's right in front of the door. Let's hope no one comes through right behind her.) This is -- unexpected.

She's probably a reasonably conspicuous sight, even within Milliways: a young woman with pale blond hair, bleached-looking skin, and inhumanly silver eyes. She's wearing a white outfit of a leotard-like shirt and leggings and short cape, and armor that seems to be designed more for a distinctive impression than real protection. (Consisting as it does solely of shoulder spaulders, gauntlets, and shinguards and boots.) Sheathed on her back is a huge sword, large enough that it looks as if Clare would have trouble lifting it for long. The entire effect is to make her look even more bleached. (And possibly familiar.)

[OOC: If your character can sense demon auras or similar, check out her profile or ping Zebosity for further details! Clare has one.]

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[takiena_called]

Finn is tanned from working on a flying ship for the past few months, but otherwise still perfectly himself: a notebook at the bar, drinking a milkshake out of a straw as he watches people with open curiousity.

His eyes shift to Clare when she walks in. He's not wearing a sword, as it's a bit impractical while flying, but he has an all-purpose knife at his belt of the sort that is good for handy work and for self-defense. (He's not at all tense, or warrior-like.)

He sets down the milkshake and, after a moment, says "Hi," hopefully loud enough to grab her attention.

[demisemidemon]

Clare's tense, but not panicky; more coiled, and ready for action.

Her eyes cut sharply to the kid with the strong y--

okay, he's got a strong aura, which means he has to be a yoma wearing a boy's shape, but it's just weird.

Her hand doesn't go to her sword yet, but she's ready for it.

[takiena_called]

Finn tends to not take people going on-guard in stride, but she seemed on edge, so he chalks it up to being new more than finding him in particular dangerous.

He still grins a bit, as he picks up his milkshake again.

"You're not allowed to hurt people. Um, in here," he says, helpfully. "They get angry and put you in the cells."

[demisemidemon]

Clare files that under 'rules of the town, which I can ignore but might make my life easier by paying lip service to until I run into a yoma,' and focuses on a more immediate issue.

"What is this place?"

Because it sure looked like forest a minute ago.

[takiena_called]

"It's a restaurant, with rooms on top for living in," Finn says, and gestures towards the window. "The universe ends here pretty regularly. Um. But we're okay? It only explodes on the outside."

...

Okay, it's been awhile since he's had to introduce someone. He'll remember the rest soon.

[demisemidemon]

...



The first half made perfect sense -- it's an inn! -- except for how he hasn't explained its sudden appearance. The second part, alas, has totally lost Clare.

So she's just going to keep staring at him.

[takiena_called]

Finn stares back.







And drinks some milkshake.

[demisemidemon]

These social skills are kind of familiar! Under other circumstances, Clare might find them comfortable.

However.




At length: "How did it appear?"

Universe is a word she doesn't know. She'll ignore it for now as irrelevant.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me," a smooth, calm voice came from about the level of Clare's hip. "But could you step to your left just a bit?"

[demisemidemon]

Clare is not used to being snuck up on. Even by humans, who have no auras she can sense.

She springs back and away -- a small jump for one of her kind, but it still puts her a safe couple of yards away, facing Babs.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." Which was true. Babs only startles people who she actively dislikes. And she doesn't even know Clare yet.

[demisemidemon]

Clare spends a moment being bemused, and a little intrigued, by the chair. She's never seen anything constructed like that before. (Her world's technology tends towards leather, wood, and wrought iron.)

Only a moment, though, because she has other priorities.



...For the time being, they apparently include staring at Babs (and everywhere else) rather than asking a question in words, though.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Lost?" Barbara suggests, raising an eyebrow a bit sympathetically.

[demisemidemon]

"I was alone in the forest."

So... that's a yes!

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"And then you were here?" Barbara supplies.

Helpfully.

[demisemidemon]

Clare nods.

Slightly.

And probably unnecessarily; she's kind of exuding newbie right now.

[cantdiequiteyet]

In the woods, out back, a head lifts and glances towards the bar.

So there's finally another warrior here, is there.

Teresa blinks her silver eyes, and goes back to sitting against her sword.

An aura that weak (though familiar) is hardly something she would care about.

[demisemidemon]

There's another of her kind, some distance away.

(And one that's somehow, strangely, familiar.)

But Clare wasn't told to meet up with any other warriors, and she has no reason to seek this one out.

Their paths will cross, or they won't. It doesn't really matter. Right now, Clare has other priorities.

[slayer_fray]

Mel glances up from the bar, and grins around a mouthful of burrito.

"Might wanna move away from the door, there."

She probably seems strange to the Organization's warrior. For a start, there's the weapon that while big for Mel's size and heavy-looking, is definitely no sword. For another, there's hair of colors not seen on the whole of Clare's continent.

Then, there's the fact that she's carrying power that's not even as strong as Clare's own.

[demisemidemon]

Yyyeah. 'Strange' definitely applies.

It's strange in a way Clare has vocabulary to express, though, which is not true of some of the auras around here. Nor of this place's sudden appearance, come to that.

She takes a few deliberate steps forward, towards the strange warrior. (A brand-new trainee? In... weird clothing?)

"What is this place?"

[slayer_fray]

"Milliways," Mel says cheerfully. "Bar at the end of the universe. First drink's free, want one?"

[demisemidemon]

"I don't need one."

She had a sip of water yesterday. She's good for a while!

Meanwhile: "What do you mean?"

Milliways, bar, and universe are all words that do not compute.

[slayer_fray]

"I mean," Mel says, with a helpful gesture around the room. "It's a bar, and it's set at the ultimate apocalypse time. 'Course then you get the questions like 'how did I get here?' and 'Are we safe from exploding galaxies?' and 'what is with all the freaks around here?' And all I can tell you is It's magic, so don't skitz out too much. S'easier to roll with it."

[demisemidemon]

Clare absorbs that.

It doesn't make a lot of sense. But just go with it, I can't explain and don't want to try is a sentiment she can parse, at least. (Especially since she has Mel half-categorized as a trainee, on some subconscious level.)

"What's a bar?"

This place looks like an inn. Sort of. Ish.

(She knows the word 'bar,' of course, but not in this context.)

[slayer_fray]

"S'a tav," Mel says, switching to the colloquialism from her own time. "Pub. Inn. Tavern. I'm not buying for a second that wherever you come from, it doesn't have places where people gather and booze up and get social."