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[Marta is trying to get some answers out of the towns...people? It's not going well. Turtlez, Kowz, Katz, whatever. Even her girlish charms aren't working. She can be found trying to negotiate with one of the NPCs at the equipment shop.]

I really like this bracelet, but... could you please tell me how to get back home? ♥

[Aaaand that doesn't work. Ugh, what kind of person leaves a girl high and dry? She has things to do! People to see! She sighs in exasperation and steps back into the street, a hand on her forehead.]

If only that barrier wasn't there...

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[Mithos happens to be in the equipment shop at the same time. He's actually looking for a small sewing kit so he can sew up a tear in his shirt. Sewing is actually a skill he picked up during his journey to save the Kharlan Tree, having to repair his own clothing because humans refused to sell anything to him or his friends. While it became easier to convince whichever world was declining at the time that he was a full-blooded elf, Mithos still preferred repairing his clothes unless he absolutely needed to buy more.]

Ah... [He notices Marta trying to negotiate with one of the NPCs and walks over to her. Was she new? She had to be, if she didn't know...] Excuse me, miss?

[He's a little tense. Even with the knowledge that not every person here is from his particular "world," there's always that chance...]

[Marta's already given up on the turtle club when Mithos gets over here. She doesn't recognize him, or have any idea that he might be a half-elf. Not that she would care.]

Hmm? Oh, hi there! Can I help you?

[She's worried, but trying to forge past it for now and be friendly and open to people who aren't animals wearing people suits or whatever the fuck a Katz is.]

Hi. [He gives her a weak smile.] I happened to overhear what you were saying.

[A slightly guilty shuffle of the feet.]

I regret to inform you of this, but right now there doesn't seem to be a way for us to go home. I've been here for a few months, and all of my efforts have failed. I'm really sorry...

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[He's so strangely formal, but she doesn't mind. It's the news that's worrying right now.]

You've been here for months? [She covers her mouth, evidently shocked.] No, I'm sorry. I didn't know...

[She frowns.]

Isn't there something we can do? The world has to be bigger than this... right?

[Emil's not sure if he should be the one out right now, but he doesn't want to give control back to his other self just yet either - not in this strange place, even if he's just looking around. It seems peaceful here, but given the fact that he's in a strange place with no recollection of how he got here, no way out, and no sign of anybody he knows...yeah, he's not feeling very safe.

Hearing Marta's voice is a greater relief than he'd like it to be, even though it must mean they're both stuck here. At least he knows she's all right.]

Marta! You're here.

[At least she knows he's safe. That's her attitude towards her friends who are still in Aselia. Surprisingly, it's the one she cares about most who catches her attention. She turns, expecting disappointment, like maybe she's imagining things.

But no. It's been months and-- and that is him, that is definitely her partner.]

Emil? -- Emil! [Oh Goddess, no, she can barely handle it. She takes a step toward him, suddenly forgets how to walk over cobblestones, and stumbles the rest of the way in a totally ungraceful manner. Whatever, she's totally going to hug him when she gets there.]

It's you, it's really you!

[Wait what why is she hugging him. He's glad to see her, but this was not as planned! Gotta be the cool one, though...and maybe quietly start trying to get out of that hug.]

Heh. What, you thought I was just going to disappear on you?

[Marta lets go when he isn't exactly forthcoming with cuddles. She doesn't seem to mind too much. She's too excited, though it makes her worry. That's a terrible choice of words too.]

No, I... I know you wouldn't disappear on me. [She knows that for a fact now. Her smile of relief is short-lived, however.]

But, what about the Ginnungagap? Do you think everything's going to be okay?

[He's about to tell her it'll be fine and move on, but her first question strikes him as odd.]

The Ginnungagap...you mean the door to the demonic realm? What does that have to do with anything?

What?

[No, seriously. What?]

It has to do with everything. Don't you remember? The door was shut, and then...

[And then she and everyone else went home, -1 Emiltosk.]

What are you talking about? I don't remember any door.

[Well, none that were really notable.]

[This doesn't match up at all. She looks at him for a long time, searching his eyes for anything. Aaaanything at all. But he's not lying-- not that she expects him to.]

You really... don't remember. [... Maybe-- maybe he doesn't remember the kiss-- no, that's not important.]

Okay, so what's the last thing you do remember?

[If she seems like she's dancing around something, it's because she is.]

We were in Mizuho, fighting off the Vanguard.

That was... before we went to Altamira. [When she was hesitating about talking to Brute.

That's a lot of stuff he's missing, but it's okay. She dealt with it before. She smiles. She's just happy to see him again. If he doesn't remember all that stuff, then it's possible that, for whatever reason, he isn't needed to guard the door right now.

It's weird-- there's no doubt about it-- but there's no use freaking out about the things she can't change.]

None of our friends came with us. [It's weird not having an entourage of monsters.]

[The "was" should tip him off, but...no, really it just passes over Emil's head because what is subtlety. He nods in agreement.]

I've looked all over, but you're the only one I've found so far. I don't know what could have happened to get us here, but we need to find a way out.

[Subtlety is something that Ratatosk sure as hell didn't spec into.]

We'll be okay as long as we stay together, right?

[She leans in a little, hands behind her back.]

I've done a little exploring. I wish we could leave, but it's not going to be easy.

There's got to be some way. We just have to look harder, that's all.

There's a barrier around the whole town. I tried touching it, but nothing can get through...

Did you try magic?

[He learned the hard way that physical attacks won't work, but maybe a spell?]

[She nods, frowning.]

I tried everything I know. Maybe the Katz know a way out.

[He hadn't thought about that possibility.]

The Katz? Come on, then, let's go.

[He's already moving to go find one.]

[Marta's not the only one looking to go home - in the front of a shop nearby, there's a clearly pissed off redhead.]

What do you mean I can't get back?

[Ember looks on the verge of grabbing the man in front of him and shaking the guy - there's some kind of wild panic in him that's beyond just wanting to go home.]

[Wow, he's pretty mad. Marta isn't about to let a fight break out, though, so she scoots up to the angry guy and kind of shoves herself between him and the merchant-helper.

As it is, she's... a great deal shorter than he is BUT SHE'S TRYING.]

Hey, he's already told you everything he knows. It's not his fault we're here, okay?

[It's okay, he's used to short people calming him down!

That's... sort of related to the current issue.]

But I need to get back! My best friend is there and he's hurt and -

[He tries to take a breath and calm down. He really does.]

I know. I need to get back, too, but there isn't anything we can do right now. [Her voice is gentle, not exactly motherly but soothing regardless.] Taking it out on these people isn't going to help.

Hey, is your best friend really strong?

[Marta, derailing him into talking about Sync was the best idea you could have had.]

He's strong, but sometimes he's so stupid. He doesn't value himself, he's always running off like he doesn't matter...

[Sounds like someone she knows. Her expression is mild.]

If you really believe that he's strong-- if you really believe that he matters-- then he'll get better. I think he knows that, too. You don't seem like you hide your feelings that well.

You might not be there right now, but you'd be surprised how hard someone can fight when they want to live. Even if it's... for someone else.

The whole reason he's injured in the first place is because he let Van talk him into a damn suicide mission -

[This kid really needs to breathe. And not take out his aggression towards Van on Marta, that also would help.

At least the shopkeeper has gotten away while he's distracted.]

...He thinks I abandoned him. And I haven't gotten to pound into his head yet that I would never do that.

[This guy is so honest, so concerned. It makes her heart hurt.]

You'll have time to do that later. And then you can hit him extra hard for not following you here!

In the meantime-- [She looks up at him, smiling.] -- it looks like we're stuck here just as much as the Katz and their friends. If either of us want to go home, we should try to deal with what's around us first. Don't you think?

[In a way, she reminds him of Sync a bit - like the other replica, this girl seems to know exactly what to say to bring him back down to normal, even if the things she's saying aren't anything like what Sync would say. He'd probably call Ember out for being an idiot.

Which he is. He sighs and draws a hand through his bangs, trying to push them out of his face. It's pretty futile.]

If he wasn't already injured, I'd beat him within an inch of his life.

[Because that's clearly how you show your love. Just ask Sheena.]

You're right, though. This place is weird.

[The truth is, she's had a lot of experience dealing with hotheaded guys. And shy ones, too.]

If you look around, the only ones who seem like they'd be okay in a fight are people like us. Katz are explorers, but they don't like to fight monsters. Maybe that's why they haven't left the town yet.

[Marta has received the title "Tsundere Wrangler."

Ember nods, though, taking another, better look around.]

Can't say I blame them. Most little guys end up being little meals.

[...Arietta was, unfortunately, a major influence on his upbringing.]

["Maybe you're so good at this because you're a little tsundere, too."]

Eheh... that's one way of putting it.

Oh, I'm Marta. It's nice to meet you!

Ember.

[After a slight hesitation, he manages to offer her the hand people usually shake with. He'll leave off the titles for now - they don't really fit quite right, anyway.]

You're new here too, then?

[Marta shakes his hand. Hers is soft and warm thanks to the gloves she's wearing. Whatever she is, it's probably not a front line fighter. There's no weapons on her but you never know.]

Yep! I got here a couple hours ago, and I've been scoping out the town ever since. There's a barrier that I can't seem to get past no matter how hard I try. It's not like any kind of magic I've seen before.

[He's rough, both the gloves and the fingers that poke through them, but his right hand is a bit less so than the left that can actually reach his sword.]

Damn... How big is the town?

It's big enough for a small village. There's only three major shops, so... what you see is what you get. Most of the houses are unlocked, furnished... everything. It's like someone built the town and abandoned it.

That's... really small.

[Don't mind him, there's only one actual village on his world map.]

Weird that the houses would be like that, though...

[He's not exactly wrong.] Hehe, yeah. I wonder where they all went? Doesn't it seem weird to make a safe place and then abandon it all of a sudden?

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it least i'm not taking forever with THIS. god i suck

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//slips in late

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