paixaorpg | Paixao: The World Beyond The Rift [Complete (finally!)]

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Paixao: The World Beyond The Rift [Complete (finally!)]

Characters: Karst, Alphonse Elric, and anyone else who wants anything to do with us.
Content: Karst talks for a while and they go in search of a way to go home... and the means to stay alive until they find said way home.
Setting: Starting out around Niflheim in G10, heading slowly towards Auntie Unde's in H7
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warnings: Rambling. Karst suddenly wanted to talk a lot.

Karst was grateful for her new companion's optomism and gentle demeanor, despite the fact that she couldn't see him for all that bulky armor. And he spoke like a learned scholar, but was apparently still a child. How... interesting. It almost made her giggle.

"Then I suppose if we are to find a way to go home, it would be further into the city, yes?" She glanced about, determined that the gate was the south-west corner of the city and that logically, more of the city was north-east, and started walking. "Then let's start searching."

A goal. Just what she needed. Take her mind off of Isaac and her ceaseless vengeance quest, take her mind off of the loss of her sister, help this boy look for his brother and find a way home, but start by traveling into the city in search of clues, this was a distraction and a much-needed one at that. Her new companion's bulk and spiked armor reminded her vaguely of Agatio (only bigger, spikier, and smarter), but she didn't let that bother her.

"Well... nobody knows what's beyond the Rift," she explained as they traveled. "Prox and Mars Lighthouse are on the northern edge of the world where I'm from, so far north it isn't on any Southern map. It's a common pastime to make up stories about what's on the other side of the Rift, and most of the time it's another world like Weyard. When we realized there were edges along the Southern portions of the world, too, Agatio and I made up stories about the kinds of worlds beyond them. I guess I should have expected that another world would be very different from what I was familiar with."

She considered for a moment. "The Southern edges were submerged in the ocean and were waterfalls. The Southerners call them Gaia Falls. It's probably the most beautiful aspect of water I have ever seen, a waterfall, I'd never seen them before."

Karst hadn't realized how much she'd wanted to just talk to somebody who didn't know, didn't care who she was, to just talk and talk forever, until she'd opened her mouth and started rambling about waterfalls, about water! But the armored boy was considerate enough to let her talk and walk, which she appreciated just as much as, if not more than, his optomism and cheerfulness.

A white shape curled and uncurled at the corner of her eye, but was gone when she actually looked at it. She didn't mention it in case it upset the boy. No reason to go arousing trouble, usually trouble came for one soon enough anyway.

A stiff wind curled her double-cape around her, and it occurred to her that most of the blonde and blue-eyed (Isaac) Southerners were wearing heavier clothing than she was used to seeing, a sign they thought it was cold (it seemed rather warm to her, but then... Prox never got warm weather). She slowed, glanced over to her new companion. "... Are you okay? It seems to be somewhat cold by local standards."

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"Cold?" Al chirps, perking up again. "No, I'm fine. The cold doesn't bother me." His smile can be heard in his voice despite the blank look of his armored face. He has decided that he likes Karst, her conversation a welcome difference from talk of war and death and lies.

He walks with a steady, clanking rhythm, taking in his surroundings with as much childlike wonder cold metal can express. Everything looks normal enough, but he stops for a stunned moment to look at the beautiful, shimmering crystalline plants. "Woah.."

The workmanship is simply stunning, and he wonders if it was handmade or created with some form of alchemy. He looks down at Karst and scrunches his shoulders, an almost sheepish gesture. "Sorry, I've never seen anything like this before. Home is... a lot different."

He speaks a bit of his home in Risenbool. It is a place of mostly farmland, rolling hills and open fields of grass with a smattering of houses here and there. He can understand her need for such talk. It's been a long time since he's had the time to even sit and think about home, let alone speak of it. His voice carries the hint of regret and a quiet longing for things to be normal again.

"So..uh, Karst," He starts, shifting conversation as he starts to miss home a little too much. "Is it true that you fought a three-headed chimera? I've never seen one that complex before."

Sitting huddled against a building wall, a young girl in clothing definetly not of this world still sat looking miserable and shivering. Too cold to even cry now, she had almost dozed off till she heard the sound of metal clanking and scraping steadily along the cobblestone.

Lifting her head, she rubbed her blurry eyes as she looked down the street. A large suit of armor and some teenage girl, who didn't look quite human, were coming in her direction and stood out like sore thumbs. Were they strangers here like her?

The armor was what had her stumped. Especially as they came closer, and she could make out the voice of a young boy.

Feeling extremely baffled to the point of wondering if she was seeing things, she watched them curiously for a moment before dipping her head back into her arms, her shiver returning full force.

She herself, stood out rather obviously, since the masses were all so the same, a little girl with bright green hair and teal eyes was very much the un-norm.

Karst was apt to respond to Alphonse's question (they had introduced themselves somewhere in the interim), when an unusual splash of green caught her eye. Light green she remembered as moss and lichens on rocks, dark, deep green as the color of the few trees that lived near Prox.

This was the brilliant green of southern foliage-- and it was on the head of a little Southern girl, who didn't look like all the (Isaac) locals. And while Karst came from a village where hair colors ranged from light yellow to pale violet to deep red and bright blue, green was a new one, particularly that shade of green. And then she noticed that the little Southern girl was not dressed against the "cold" the way Southerners were, in a light shift, and that she was curled up against a building and shivering weakly.

Karst'd had her natural defenses against the cold stripped away once. She hadn't exactly enjoyed it, the realization that she was slowly dying because of something her body should naturally resist. She vaguely wondered how it felt to a Southerner, who had never had such defenses against the cold.

At any rate, it was obvious the little Southern girl needed help, and that she was most likely unrelated to the one Karst wanted dead, so Karst made the necessary deviation in her path and picked up the shivering creature, returning a moment later to Alphonse with the girl in her arms (heavy! but not too much so) and a reply to his question.

"The grand chimeras of the Northern Reaches all have three heads-- and they're quite the menace. They're not very intelligent, but it doesn't take intelligence to be dangerous." For a moment, she recalled Agatio, abandoning brains for brawn and yet still capable of using murderously powerful Psynergy-- Meteor Crush, Rising Dragon-- against any percieved opponents. "Nothing needs to be clever, when they've got so much power..." And those who didn't have such power needed the cleverness to save their skins.

"Interesting," she said of the artificial plants. Actually, she recognized precious materials, gold and silver and gems, but she couldn't comprehend why such materials would be used to represent grass. Oh, well, since when did Southerners do anything sensible, anyway?

All thoughts about chimeras blinked out of his mind when Karst returns with the small girl. Green hair? Things are getting stranger and stranger. She must be as lost as they are. What is this place? Why is it drawing so many people here? As they've walked he's noticed random others that don't seem to match the discription of "native."

He watches the small girl in Karst's arms. "Shes freezing.." He looks around, then his eyes fall on the strangs grass that looks like it has been woven from silver fabric and gold. He shifts around in his "pocket" and pulls out his chalk again.

"I hope no one minds.." He crouches down and sketches out a quick and simple transmutation circle along the fabric of the 'grass.' When he's done, he puts away his chalk and rests his hands on the edge of the circle.

The circle lights up, and within moments there is a empty patch of ground and in place of the grass is a soft blanket of the same colors and patterns. He stands and lifts it up, then curls it around the green haired girl's shoulders. "Are you alright?"

She was rather surprised when she suddenly found herself being scooped from the cold ground, but she didn't have much choice in the matter as she found her limbs barely willing to cooperate, much less fight to escape. The thirteen year old was luckily quite petite and light, so she wasn't a huge bother to carry.

It surprised her more that it was one the strangers that she'd noticed coming down the street. Then again, none of the 'normal' people had paid her much attention at all, so perhaps it wasn't so strange she should be picked up by, well not normal people.

She vaguely made out Karst's words, but she made no sense of them. Drifting for a moment, she jerked slightly as the large mask of the armor loomed over her. Marona quickly relaxed, however, as she felt something warm being tucked around her, and she snuggled into the welcoming warmth.

Ash always told her off for being too trusting, but in this case, she didn't have much choice. She was just relieved to have been lifted from the street and the voice from the armored person sounded very kind... "Just .. so cold. Ash vanished ... then I was here," she mumbled somewhat incoherantly. She whimpered softly, "Need to find Ash."

She normally didn't mention Ash to anyone, but it slipped from her lips before she'd realized what she'd said. Finding him was just the foremost thing on her mind. She wouldn't be truely okay till she did.

Karst was startled. Maybe there was something to the armored boy's claim that his brother was an alchemist. And maybe he'd failed to mention that he apparently was one, too. "Where I come from..." she mused, less interested now in the frightened girl, "Alchemy is a dead power. That's what I was doing when I di-- when I ended up here, I was trying to revive it. Some... something didn't want me to. I'm still not sure what it was."

Half-consciously, she gave the other girl a small squeeze. "You're not the only one looking for someone."

The girl reminded her of Felix when he'd first arrived in Prox, every other sentence about his sister Jenna. Karst had wished aloud for him that he would find his sister when he went south with hers... she hadn't been expecting the apparent trade of one sister for another. She blinked the tears away from her eyes furiously.

"Come on, then, let's go find your friend," she said brusquely. "But first, warmer clothes. I might not feel the cold, but you can't stay in that blanket forever."

(OOC: Oh. Yeah... Let's act like it never happened.)

Numbly she listened to the two talk. The sound of their chatter was somehow comforting to her. She wasn't completely alone now, which was a relief.

As she warmed up a bit she started to feel a little more aware of things, so she found herself looking a little more closely at her rescuer. Karst's ears caused her a fair bit of fastination, and her red eyes made Marona think of Ash. The Alphonse though ... the voice didn't match the body and still baffled her.

She then smiled a little bit at Karst's kind words, that sparked a bit of hope in her. "Thank you," she murmured softly.

(OOC: Sorry, guys, I was a little... weird last night. I don't think Karst knows how to react to Marona)

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Karst looked up-- and saw that someone'd had the AUDACITY to vandalize the sun! Southerners! Couldn't they do anything that made SENSE?

"I certainly hope there's a night here," she snarled, offended. Alex's voice in her mind, mocking her about Proxians being hot-headed, doused her firey rage into a steaming heat instead of a blistering burn, which probably prevented her accidentally burning the girl she'd picked up.

Karst saw a few more flickers of white as they walked, mentally assembling them into the image of tiny figures, not unlike her or the Southerners in the general shape being bipedal with two limbs, but the way they moved was bizarre-- almost as though they were incorporeal. She kept these thoughts to herself, though. No use in panicking the others, but she'd definitely be looking for a scythe as soon as she found a weapons shop or all-in-one store.

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(OOC: When I refer to someone vandalizing the sun, have either of you noticed that the Paixao "sun" has a smiley face on it? It came up in a few of the other RPs...)

Their existence was, however, lost on the girl. She wasn't exactly in a position to notice them. Probably not a bad thing though, she had enough worries on her mind.

Her teal eyes widened a bit at Alphonse's words, despite the lack of facial emotion, Marona could easily pick out his friendliness, "You're lost too? Really?" Worry crept into her eyes, "I really don't know how I got here at all."

"Oh my name is Marona," she then added softly, a small smile forming on her lips, before it melted away again to a worried line. "Mmm, do you have any idea how I can find my friend?" she then asked in a hesitant, small voice.

They probably couldn't really help, but she risked the chance. She wasn't about to try to explain that Ash was a phantom, however. They might think she was crazy like the people from her home, and ... she didn't want to think about being left to fend on her own. What she wouldn't give to be with Ash, safe and warm at home on her island.

Karst is definitely going to get a scythe. She hasn't seen any signs of a weapons store, however, which is bizarre in such a huge city. At least there will be an all-in-one store, right?

"I was dying," she said simply. "I'd been forced to assume another shape and fight... someone. The transformation and battle wasted so much of my body's energy that when I reverted to my true form I no longer had the energy necessary to resist the cold. I passed out... and woke up here. Perhaps we should find an all-in-one store and get you some more suitable clothing-- dying of the cold is not one of my more pleasant memories, and I should hate to see it forced on anyone else... unless they deserve to die as it is."

Her face took on a terrible expression as she thought about someone who deserved to die very much. After a moment, however, it relaxed into a more normal look and she sighed. Brooding over revenge was never a good way to impress potential allies, and not only did Alphonse appear to be very powerful or at least intimidating, there was some possibility that Marona had some abilities she didn't know about-- or at least useful contacts.

"I think Alphonse said he'd found a way to contact his brother," she finally said to the last question Marona had, unsure whether it was a good thing or not to be wishing well for this Southern girl who reminded her of Felix. "It involves being able to read, though."

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(OOC: The Teletubbies sun is evil. Karst would explode in disgust.)

"Thats ... horrible," Marona replied softly to Karst's story. She fell silent, unsure of what else she could possibly say. It made her problems seem very small.

After listening to Alphonse's story she speaks up again, "I was just on my island, and I couldn't find Ash all day. He'd just .. vanished," she explains softly. "I .. think I fell asleep while I was cr.." she cuts off looking a little embarrassed of herself, "... and well, I woke up here."

"Read? I can ... and write. Well mostly, some words I have trouble spelling." she replies. Turning her eyes to Alphonse, she looked up at him hopefully, her eyes widening at the object he pulls out. Excited, she carefully slips her cold fingers into the pocket where she'd slipped the smooth device and holds it up, "They gave me one too, but I had no idea what it was," she says, "I'm .. not sure how to use it though. We just use bottlemail in Ivoire."

Pulling her arm back into the blanket, she fiddles with the object, managing to open it. Narrowing her eyes she concentrates on the object trying to figure out how it works. She suspects Ash would not bother with such an object, BUT in the off chance someone else might see him somehow or .. well she'll take any possibility.

Karst felt oddly inferior. Oh, well. She devoted her energy instead to keeping Marona with them, as the Southern girl's concentration on the device resulted in that much less attention paid to watching where she was going.

"Perhaps someone has been genius enough to create a means whereby reading is unecessary with those things," she muttered under her breath. Otherwise, learning the intricacies of the written word was looking more and more like her only option, and she did not want to have to deal with that.

"Nonetheless," she announced, fully intending to be in charge, to leave nothing up to these two nearly unknown persons, even if it meant coming off as somewhat bossy, "we should find Marona some cold-weather clothing at a store--" A white shape wriggled away. "... as well, perhaps, as supplies for ourselves."

By "supplies" meaning not only food, clothing, and medicinal items, but also weaponry. Karst thought she could probably take those things on with her Psynergy alone, but that was a finite resource and she shouldn't waste it.

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(OOC: Who wants to see the store? :D )

"I just thought of something..." Alphonse says, his eyes on the wriggling form before it dissapears. "If we've all come from different places, how are we going to pay for anything? I doubt we all use the same kind of currency. "

He eyes his journal for a moment, searching for any sign of his brother and sighs when her isn't one. He types a quick response to a questioning comment then snaps the journal shut with a sigh. "If all else fails I can always transmute the blanket into a coat. Could make some other things too, it's easy enough if I had the materials to work with."

Since Karst had put her back on her feet, she stayed close to the young women. She seemed to be okay on her feet, keeping the precious blanket tightly around her has she kept her eyes glued on the object in her hands.

She only glanced up from the object to add saddly, "If it's any good I have a tiny bit of money, but not much at all since my last job ... they didn't pay me."

Marona returned to the journal, her brows furrowed in concentration, till she finally let out a happy sound and closed it, tucking it back in her pocket. Apparently she'd been successful. "I think I worked it out! I hope ... I hope it'll help," she said with a soft smile.

She then tilted her head looking to Alphonse curiously as she burried her hands back into the blanket to warm them back up, "Transmute? What's that, Alphonse-san?" Her eyes glancing past him while she waited an explanation she noticed a sign and let out a giggle in spite of herself.

"'Auntie Unde's'," she quoted, "What a funny name! This place is odd."

"I'm afraid I don't have much of anything," Karst sighed. "I guess it happens when one is... turned into something else and then defeated in combat. Do your people have the saying 'to the victor go the spoils'?"

She didn't even bother to ask about the devices. Someone would simply have to explain them to her later. Right now, the white creatures and need for a scythe were first and foremost on her mind.

And the lack of money with which to purchase the necessary supplies. Karst toyed with the edge of her cape, trying to figure out how to deal with that-- she'd never quite been completely without resources before. And never had the problem glared her in the face quite the way it did when she turned to see what Marona was giggling over--

--and saw the goods in the shop windows, goods that could only be from an all-in-one store.

She hissed slightly at the irony and glanced around, now desparate to find something to pay with that could be acceptable. Goods could usually be traded in such a circumstance, but was there anything around that could be worth trading? Anything shiny or potentially valuable or-

"The blanket. Could we sell that?" Yes, it was the only thing presently keeping Marona warm. But it was made from gold, silver, and crystal that had previously been going to waste pretending to be foliage, and as gold, silver, and crystal, it had to be valuable, more than valuable enough to buy plenty of clothing for Marona to keep warm in, and food and weapons besides!

Also, the white creatures were being a bit less discreet now, almost mocking in the way they'd move at the corner of one's eye and then wriggle, zip! were gone whenever one tried to look directly at them. Karst was just about getting desparate for a scythe, her mind was tense with all the Psynergy she kept readying to unleash as soon as there was an attack, and she knew that fighting was more than likely inevitable as soon as they left the store...

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(OOC: OMGYAY posted we're going shopping! *happiness*)

Al 'smiles' down at Marona. "It's alchemy! When an alchemist transmutes something, they change it's form into something else. Since the plants were made out of some kind of fabric, I was able to change them into your blanket. I was able to make it softer the same way too, by changing it's composition."

He looks over at Karst again. "I suppose we should find out what types of things we can sell, and maybe I can make some things to help out."

Edward had always dealt with money, since he was the one out of the two of them who needed food and shelter. Al can barely remember what certain foods taste like, and he couldn't feel the harsh bite of changing weather. " Maybe I can offer to do repairs for money. You are going to need food too eventually, and a place to sleep."

(OOC: Mmmm shopping! )

Marona held the blanket closer. Sell it? It was so lovely and warm. The idea of new clothes was strange idea, but definetly necisary she supposed. Or at least a coat would be good. Ash would be so horrified if he learned she'd been nearly frozen. She hated to keep anything from him however. She would have to tell him eventually.

Other than the few coins she had in her pocket, the only other thing of maybe any value was her pearl earrings, but she couldn't possibly sell them. They had been her mother's.

Forgetting her own thoughts for a moment, Marona smiles up at Alphonse as she listened to his explanation. She pondered over it for a moment. "I think I understand," she says slowly, "I wonder if it's like the fusionist phantom-" Oops. She smacks her hand over her mouth with a horrified look. Oh no! She let it slip. The word she was avoiding. What would they think of her now? She didn't want to be hated like she was in Ivoire.

"Yes, goods and services!" Karst sighs. Finally, getting somewhere with the money issue, but if only she'd stopped to think about it earlier! As it was, she felt humiliated-- Alphonse had been quicker and cleverer than she had. "If we can find some way to trade, we should be able to acquire some of the local currency. Perhaps I can find some way to trade on my skills, as well-- in my experiences, precious few Southerners have quite the way with fire that I do..."

She didn't mention that her "talents" with fire usually had to do with combat, nor that she wasn't quite sure how to handle her Psynergy in circumstances outside of battle. Alphonse had taken the leadership position of their awkward group, and this made him as much a potential enemy as it did an ally.

Marona was saying something, only to suddenly break off and cover her mouth with her hand, a terrified look crossing the Southern girl's face. Karst had distinctly heard the word "phantom".

"Phantom" was another word for "ghost". A ghost was the spirit of a dead person. Karst's sister was a dead person. If nothing else, Karst suddenly had some interest in Marona for personal reasons.

"You can talk to ghosts?"

Alphonse keeps eyeing the white figures as discreetly as he can. He keeps his chalk in hand, idly rolling it between his fingers just in case. He can perform alchemy on whatever he wants as long as it isn't a living being, so practically anything within his arms length can be used to protect them if need be.

He listens to Marona, the word sticking in his mind more is 'fusionist' rather then 'phantom.' He's never put much stock in the supernatural. Any superstitions or strange occurrences he and his brother had ever faced was always able to be explained by alchemy or some other mundane means.

He tilts his head slightly, curious about Marona's sudden change of mood. "What's wrong?"

Slowly she pulled her hands away from her mouth as her two companions reacted in no way how she expected them to. She looked quite baffled for a moment before she finally spoke again, "Y-yes. I guess you could say that," she agreed slowly. Glancing between them both she took a deep breath and did something she did all too easily too often, she decided to trust them.

"I can see phantoms and I can confine them into objects, to make them solid and they fight with me. I earn money helping people as a chroma, but .. people in Ivoire don't like me because of ... of Ash. They called me "The Possessed" ... so .. I was afraid ... I don't want you to hate me." the young girl let out in a torrent of words. There. She'd said it.

"That's .. all I can really do, but I haven't seen any phantoms here, so I'm kind of useless," she added with a weak smile, "Unless I find Ash."

The first thing that Marona said that really mattered to Karst was "haven't seen any phantoms here". No phantoms. No ghosts. Most specifically, no Menardi.

Karst felt like she'd lost her sister all over again-- but since when had she been hoping to find her sister here, anyway? They were alive and Menardi was dead and Karst should really have stopped ignoring the blatantly obvious by now. Menardi was dead. That was the whole reason for Karst's impromptu quest for revenge against Isaac-- but it was more than likely that wherever Isaac was was not here, which made that as impossible as finding certain big sisters alive and well again.

This did not mean that the description of the Southern girl's powers went unnoticed. They could come in useful, especially if they were to find this Ash (who was apparently a phantom).

"I don't hate you," Karst sighed, finally rendering judgement on the frightened girl. "I'm just... a little upset. My sister... died recently-- for a moment I was hoping you'd help me talk to her again. But if she's not here, then there's really nothing anyone can do about that, alive or dead."

She conveniently neglected to mention that her sweet sister had apparently been killed by a young man and warrior who would not look particularly out of place in Paixao, and that she did hate that person.

"Then your talents would require the presence of your friend Ash to be worth making money on," Karst sighed, dragging her mind back to the matters at hand, which were money and goods and weapons and there was another of those white things! and finding a place to stay and food to eat and whoops, there it went and helping Marona find her phantom-friend and helping Alphonse find his brother and then finding something to do for herself...

It was actually a little overwhelming, all the things that merely staying alive entailed. And on top of that was the hope Alphonse had that they could go home at the end of all this-- meaning that Karst's little revenge-mission wasn't over yet.

Go ahead, Isaac of Vale, she mentally taunted, her mouth curling into a slow smile that did not look particularly friendly and was quite deliberately aimed away from Marona so the girl did not take offense, try and hide from me. Karst will have her revenge for the death of her dear sister-- and I do enjoy a good challenge.

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(OOC: And speaking of challenges, I have just found out how friggin' behind I am in Programming. Dang! *scurries off in search of notes about loops and functions*)

Al freezes up, but the uncertainty clutches at him just the same, ice-cold and uneasy. Something feels oddly tight in him, though he doesn't waste time wondering what that could possibly be. For how could a soul in a hollow suit of armor feel... breathless?

Marona could trap souls in objects. Souls like him in objects like armor and who knows what else. Such talents are human alchemy and are forbidden, and considering her fear of being hated it must be the same where she is from. A thousand questions run through his mind all at once but he is so startled he can't grab ahold of any of them to properly put into words.

He sighs softly and shakes his head. It's not like he is one who is capable of passing judgment. His only fear is his personal, hands on knowledge of what happens when someone attempts human transmutations.

"I don't hate you either. " He says quietly, almost as if sharing a secret. "I just don't understand why you would want to bind someone's soul to something.."

Oh no .. She shouldn't have said anything. ... Wait... What? Karst upset because of her sister, and Al doesn't understand her confining?

Marona blinks up at them even more confused, "I ... meant, most people don't like me because I'm "possessed"."

"Karst-san, I would happily help you if I could," she told her, giving the young women and large, understanding smile. Her parents both died, and Ash. Ash was only one who'd somehow been able to become a phantom. She would have given anything to talk to her parents again, so she is able to understand the Karst's reaction more than could be guessed.

Marona then turned to look up at Al, worry returning to her eyes.

"Oh, no, it's not like that. I don't bind them, I confine them," she says, her expression turning puzzled for a moment. She's never had to really explain her ability before. "Phantoms come to me and want to help me, and let me confine them," she starts.

"Everything has... um... strengths and weaknesses."

She tried to think up a quick example, thinking back the the lesson Ash had given her not too long ago, "Like a rock! Rocks are strong, but are slow. So if a phantom is fast and I use my power to confine them to the rock, the rock becomes them, but they don't become the rock! They also become solid and stronger, but slower as long as they're confined. At least that's what Ash told me. I'm only learning how to keep them confined longer, and some are harder to keep confined than others, but they aren't stuck! It's not permanent at all."

She looked a little sad, thinking of the many phantoms on her island made her miss them and home even more. "They're my friends, especially Ash," she added quietly.

She doesn't appear to be lying, and that makes him a feel a bit better at least. He hums in thought for a moment. "It sounds a lot like alchemy, only with alchemy the changes are permanent. If a soul is bound to something, they can't willingly leave it or they'll..." He hesitates just a moment. "Well, they'll die."

He's starting to get the feeling that the white things are trying to surround them. They shouldn't be stand still for very long, so he turns and faces the entrance of the store. "Come on, lets get inside and see if we can do something about earning money." He picks up that childish, nervous chuckle. "Besides, it's probably warmer in there!"

Karst was just getting more and more nervous about the white creatures, and for a moment she thought that maybe she shouldn't mind Alphonse's leadership that much, as he seemed to be a capable and considerate leader-- but that didn't make her any less wary of the armored boy. After all, Alex seemed to be capable, too.

Marona's second explanation of her powers was also duly noted, and Karst vaguely notices that the way her phantoms work was similar to the spirits called Djinn that Isaac and Felix had with them. Cute, fuzzy creatures that looked like they would make better pets than combatants, but with their help the warriors could channel massive energies through their weapons, cast powerful Psynergetic attacks, and summon incredible creatures to their aid, beings that would make those white creatures tremble in terror.

If the white creatures were monsters, and Karst didn't doubt that they are, then it was possible she might be able to earn some money fighting and killing them, and she tucked away the possibility to consider another time when she had a weapon and could look at fighting as a way of earning her livelihood.

First, however, she needed the money to buy a weapon, and if the Southerners in this store required any sort of labor, she'd be willing to provide it. It wasn't a loss of pride on her part-- it was survival, the first of all her priorities (except possibly killing Isaac).

Karst pushed the door of the store open and heard the familiar sound of a bell fastened to the door jingling-- alerting the clerks within that potential customers had arrived.

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(OOC: Does the door of Auntie Unde's "push" or "pull" open? *nervous sweat*)

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