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Messages - IamanElfCollaborator

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"Oh. So one of those guys from that city out south, Witzen. Must've got lost on the Marahi Trail up here."

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Marie immediately searches for a hotel or some form of accommodation. She greets the receptionist with an energetic wave.
"Hi~! What's the currency here?"
Hah! What an interesting illusion this is. The void things must be incredibly desperate, crafting up so obvious a distraction. I will humour them all the same, however. If this is the best they can come up with, clearly they are running out of ways to do anything to me.

Still, I do not recognize any of these buildings, not really. I don't believe the void-things have had anything even slightly similar... Odd, that they would craft an image that does not match up to any reality either myself or they have seen. This is all far too obviously fake.

I continue to explore the town, absentmindedly switching out Digestive Assimilation and Technomagic as I continue to walk. Wing Manifestation and... Telepathic Mimicry? Oh well. I grow a pair of wings to speed up the process of exploring, using them to fly around instead of walk. Fun times.
"I dunno exactly what, but neither the bar nor the clothing or medicine store sound real appealing to me. Let's just walk down the town and see what there is."
"Sounds good to me."

Ray tries to gently slip his hand into Lidia's, before they explore the town a little more thoroughly.
Lidia, evidently, is still rather mad about the whole thing earlier, because she lightly backhands his hand away, but she does at least put her hand on his shoulder as they walk deeper into the town.
The nearest hotel is about five minutes away. It's a small stone building that looks modern by the standards of the 2010s (assuming you come from Earth that had touchscreen phones and virtual reality by then, anyway). The receptionist is.....an anthropomorphic frog. Not even in the cute sense, in the sense that it appears like a frog with human limbs stuck on where it should have frog legs.

They just blankly stare at Marie with unblinking eyes.

The explorers see more of the town, finding a frontier church not far from the saloon, more ramshackle houses and futuristic-looking habitats side-by-side, various other shops and what seems like the town hall- an old-style wooden building- near the middle of the city.

The bartender looks up at the people talking to him. He raises an eyebrow.
"Ah. New to Fort Wit, are you? Where are you from? Fort Prosperity? Queenland? Up north from that abandoned Traction City or whatever they called it?"

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Gregorys eyebrows shot up at he watched Cecil charge forward, masterfully launching a pair of javelins into a shaman so hidden behind the hills that Gregory could barely see him. As the shaman collapsed into the ground Gregory cheered out towards Cecil.

"Wow! Good job Cecil! With spearwork like that, they don't stand a chance!"

"A mere trifle, in order to protect my comrades!"

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Alice sits in the common room, leisurely reading a book and drinking chamomile tea.

Medea is wearing a grey, rather drab looking dress. Her stare betrays no emotion.

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Medea stares at Isaac.

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"Are you sure? It'll be fun! Of course, the fun part will be the animals, not me."
Isaac chuckles.
"I am sure."

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Cecil trails behind the group.

The saloon seems out of a Western, with typical wooden tables, a poker table, various stools, what looks like a dartboard pinned to the wall and barrels of aging beer scattered around. That is, if your typical Western had Klingons, elves, Faunus and what seems to be a Hutt in the corner running a game of poker with bulldogs. The bartender, mercifully, seems to be a normal human, polishing a normal beer mug while talking to what appear to be a dwarf and an anthropomorphic cat about something.

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They finally walk to the source of smoke, the settlement in the distance. It takes almost an hour, maybe a bit longer, underneath a burning sun, but you get there in one piece.

The name of the town, as can be judged from the ramshackle sign within the outskirts, seems to be Fort Wit. It seems to be a medium-sized town; certainly big enough that it might take longer than a day to explore it all. The structures seem to be of various types and designs, from familiar brick-and-mortar, to olden hay and timber, to what seems to be shacks of corrugated iron bolted together with rusty bolts and hot glue. The inhabitants reflect this, with some being clearly human and from modern eras, and others being somewhat more fantastical, both in age and in appearance.

The first buildings in front of you seem to be a pair of shops that seem to be for medicine and clothing, along with what appears to be a Western-type saloon.

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"That is a question we are attempting to answer, friend!"
((So, is everyone ready for getting to the smoke thing then?))

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"I have no clue, friend!"

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"Is that supposed to be a separate species?"

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"Species? You mean you're not human?"

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"Kricketune? Is that your school?"

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"That explains nothing! Aside from your flamboyant clothing! And your rather sharp-looking swords!"

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