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Character(s): Montblanc, Ahnassi, and Juro
Content: Obligatory entrance post, plus two.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Noonish?
Warnings: None

To say Montblanc was confused right now would be an understatement. He'd been out in the Estersand with his friends, looking (unsuccessfully so far) for the red Saurian they'd been hired to hunt, and they'd just decided to head back to Rabanastre and call it a day when he'd stumbled - not even really tripped - and suddenly he was here.

He frankly couldn't think of any way it could've happened. It didn't make sense.

He'd gotten in line, told them his name, been given a journal - funny device, that was, he kind of wondered what Nono would think of it - and gone inside. But what he'd found when he put up a notice on the journal didn't help him make sense of things much. Balthier and Fran were here, and apparently Basch, too, but - Prince Rasler? He'd been dead for more than two years, Montblanc was pretty darn sure of that. There'd been a funeral and everything.

Well, he'd have to worry about that later. For now, his priority was figuring out what to do next, and heading out to find a place to stay for now seemed like a good first step.

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"Oh, Juro, look!" an excited voice exclaimed from nearby. Ahnassi, the owner of the voice, was grinning from ear to ear and pointing in the moogle's general direction. The Khajiit was by this point starting to get fairly comfortable with her new home in the city. Granted, there had been a strange water problem earlier that had made her a little sick, but that was nothing compared to all the exciting people to meet and places to explore.

Right now, she thought she had spotted another one of those aforementioned exciting people. At least, the little furry creature was different than most people Ahnassi tended to see on the streets and that counted in his favor. Ahnassi didn't have anything against humans, but there were a lot of them in the city and it was less exciting talking to them than to people of species that she had never seen before.

"Juro and Ahnassi should go say hello!" she told her kamaitachi friend. Of course, she would go meet the new person even if Juro didn't want to, and he probably knew that. She just figured she would give him a chance to come along before she went racing over there.

"Do I even want to look?" said Juro, turning his head to look anyways. He frowned slightly at what he saw - something that he might have thought was not much more than an oddly-dressed rabbit, had it not had that strange fuzzy pom-pom protruding from its head. He wasn't surprised at seeing it, though. "Hmm."

He made a little sound in the back of his throat, one that could have been a chuckle of some sort. "I suppose so," was his reply. Looking at it made him slightly hungry, but at least trying to talk to this creature wouldn't have been as bad as that one rat Ahnassi had tried talking to - a rat that definitely would have become an appetizer, had Juro been the one to find him instead. Who knew, maybe at the very least this strange rabbity thing could give him a bit of amusement; after being in this city for so long, he felt like he could use some.

Montblanc perked up at the voices nearby, wondering for a second what they were looking at, before his mind substituted the question of just what they were. He'd never seen anything quite like either one of them (or heard of any talking blue-furred creatures), which just stirred up his curiosity even more than it already was. This town was full of surprises, seemed like.

Still, he was close enough now to beat them to the punch, and so he did. "Hey there, kupo!" he called, waving one small hand. "You folks live around here, kupo?"

Ahnassi grinned and walked over a little closer, nodding vigorously, "Oh yes. Ahnassi and Juro are living in the Villas Salonas near here. It is a nice place, and not far from the grocery."

She was a little curious what "kupo" meant, wondering if it was a polite term of respect, like how the people of Morrowind called people "sera" when they were being polite. It kind of sounded like that, the way he had used it the first time. She decided not to ask about it... not yet, anyway. The Khajiit was much more interested in what he was and where he came from. "You are new to the city, yes?" she inquired politely. "Ahnassi has not seen anyone of your kind before, but it is not surprising. Here there are many people from many places."

Juro quirked an eyebrow upon hearing the word "kupo" - only because it wasn't anything he'd heard before, either. It was cute - almost sickeningly cute, he thought. "Yeah, we live around here," he said. "And where would you happen to be from?"

Never seen a moogle before? The only thing that kept Montblanc from expressing his surprise about that was the fact that he'd never seen any of their kind before, either. Maybe moogles weren't so common around here, but as far as he was concerned, any world without moogles was sorely missing out.

"Yep, just got here a few minutes ago, kupo. I'm from Rabanastre, or more broadly, Ivalice, if you like," he answered. "Montblanc at your service, kupo." This last bit came with a short but spirited bow, if only because it'd be awkward trying to shake hands around the height difference. "And yourselves?" he added.

"Ahnassi is a Khajiit," Ahnassi informed Montblanc with a broad grin, "from the town of Pelagiad in Morrowind. Ahnassi's world is called Nirn, and it has many interesting creatures and people, but Ahnassi is seeing more and more different people since coming here. A while back, Ahnassi even made friends with a talking rat!" The Khajiit still hadn't gotten over that one. She may not have seen Montblanc's species before, but he at least looked like some exotic species and not a common rodent. It somehow made things a little less weird.

She decided to let Juro introduce himself. He knew better than she did where he came from and whatever other information he wanted to divulge. Besides, her attention had become caught on the pompom bobbing from the top of Montblanc's head. Her eyes followed its motion as Montblanc moved, and she had to restrain the urge to poke at it. She wasn't sure what the purpose of such an appendage was for. Some sort of extra sense, perhaps?

"The name's Juro," said the kamaitachi. "I don't come from any place with a fancy name, I come from the mountains and the forest and the real world." He snorted. "The place where trees are actually trees and every looks natural. Hmph!" His tail whipped back and forth for a moment.

He frowned. "What the heck are you, anyways?"

A talking rat, huh? Well, now he'd heard everything. Ahnassi and Juro, though... he filed the names away for reference. Juro's comment about the trees made him curious, and he looked briefly around for one, but there didn't appear to be any right on this street. "What's wrong with the trees, kupo?" he asked.

He couldn't help preening a little at the question, though. "I'm a moogle, kupo!" he replied simply.

"Juro is unhappy because there are no real trees in this place," Ahnassi explained to Montblanc. "Paixao only has shiny fake trees as decorations everywhere. All the plants are fake here. Ahnassi thinks they are very pretty, and that someone must have spent a very, very long time making them all... But it is also sad to not have any real plants."

The Khajiit looked a little unhappy when she spoke of the complete lack of actual vegetation, but she perked up a little bit when the subject was changed. "Ahnassi has never heard of moogles before, but she is happy to meet you, Montblanc! If there is anything you need or would like to know about this place, Ahnassi will be happy to help!"

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