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Midnight Maiden
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Well, at least he knew a name to add to the place. However, it did not help the warrior much, "I am sorry, but no. I have never heard of such a realm as these United States. I only learn the land's name if I happen to wander through it in my journey."
When Kirby shrugged, Zinnia's smile fell. Clearly, this little guy wasn't going to be the one to answer her questions. The draconid woman turned from Kirby, her tattered cloak smacking him in the face as she did. "Very well, pink one, thank you for your time. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if I can find some answers."
Zinnia would move away from Kirby, but she didn't move very fast. He could still follow after her if he chose.
"Who am I?" Zinnia, questioned, musing for a moment. "That's always been a difficult question. I'm simply a soul who failed to become what she was born to be, a soul searching for her purpose. Hahaha, but, whatever! It doesn't matter! Who might you be--"
Zinnia cut herself off, surprised when some girl kinda went cray-cray on Meteo. "Hahahaha! Now that's one heck of a greeting! I like you, Wiruko!"
"Jack, eh? Well, why not! I have nothing better to do! I will aide you with your quest to find your missing possessions. Call me Zinnia!" she told him, a wide grin spreading over her lips.
Aran looked at his fellow redhead, feeling a kinship with her over the fact that they had red hair (though he really considered his blood orange). However, seeing her burst of patriotism for the U Suck of Arse (the American boxers in the WVBA just loved it when he called it that) made the kinship vanish. America was a dumb country and the boxers there weren't much better. Some disco dancing pansy, an overbearing brute and champion of the Association, a Californian...bah!
"Well girlie, someone better be giving up my gloves soon!" He glared at everyone who had spoken up, from two fellows who were dressed up like Jehovah's Witnesses, to some Asian people (they all looked the same to him anyway), to a...what the hell was that pink thing?! "Ohhh, heh heh, I know what's going on!" Aran nodded, his confusion and dumb anger gone as he crossed his arms, nodding with a know-it-all grin. "This is just a dream, is all! I bet I drank one too many pints last night, and now I'm seeing pink blobs and Sascrotches!" Sascrotch, of all the things to wake up under. Aran reckoned he really was a dick, even to his own dreamself.
@Hospes
"gesundheit"
Slowly, a skeletal hand, clad in neon blue fingerless gloves, would extend to high five the redhead
@The Tactician @Hospes
"Riiiighhttt..." Wendy replied to Jack, adjusting her hat with one hand as casually as she could. "...I'm going to pretend you didn't call it a 'realm'," she mused with a point of her fingers. Noting that the others were introducing themselves, the female figured she should do the same... But stopped herself. Probably because she was weirded out by the bizarre speech patterns of these people. And then there was, of course, the weirdo holding a girl by the legs.
"..."
And then there was the boxer guy, assuming those were the gloves he'd been asking about before. She raised a hand as he spoke, dismissively. "It's 'Wendy', not 'girlie'," she corrected. "And sheesh. If you wanna have a bad attitude, take it somewhere else. I'm sure your gloves are around somewhere."
Meanwhile, she not-so-discreetly high-fived the offered hand.
@The Tactician @Yun Lee @Klutzy Ninja Kitty @DapperDogman @Everyone
"..."
And then there was the boxer guy, assuming those were the gloves he'd been asking about before. She raised a hand as he spoke, dismissively. "It's 'Wendy', not 'girlie'," she corrected. "And sheesh. If you wanna have a bad attitude, take it somewhere else. I'm sure your gloves are around somewhere."
Meanwhile, she not-so-discreetly high-fived the offered hand.
@The Tactician @Yun Lee @Klutzy Ninja Kitty @DapperDogman @Everyone