paixaorpg | It's not over [Open, Active]

Daniel had not been in Paixao very long. In fact, he had just arrived that morning. Most of his time, however, had been spent inspecting the curious device he had received at the gate, much rather than exploring the new land. And even after his thorough investigation of journal, in the end, he had discovered nothing. ... Well, aside from its ability to occasionally reply to the messages he left in it. He was suspicious of its enchantment, but predicted it would be of both great use and value. Most enchanted things were, especially when in his posession.

Seated on one of the many benches by Joutenheim's great gates, he continued to fiddle with his journal till it grew silent. Confused, Dan could only imagine the journal had grown tired of their conversation, or simply refused to speak further with him. He would let it rest for now.

Tucking the rather peculiar device away for safe keeping, he quickly rose to his feet. He had completely lost track of time, which seemed to happen often, especially when the knight found himself distracted so easily. There was so much to do, and time was something he was unsure he had. He began walking, observing his surroundings as he passed them. All except those in front of him.

His eye only came to notice the young, blonde haired girl before him just as he was about to collide into her. Thankfully, his fast reflexes kicked in at just that moment, allowing him to leap back before coming in contact with her. It came close, but no harm was done. None yet, at any rate.

Relieved, but awfully embarrassed, he apologized immediately in an almost indistinguishable, muffled, voice. "Sorry!"

[ooc: 's all right if Dan jumps in? ~~And sorry about the double post~~]

Kid, having heard the peculiar sounds of movement, whirled around. Her eyes widened at the sigh of the creature before her and her dagger found itself in her hands in a flash, ready to stab or slash or be thrown at barely a moment's notice. "Th' bleedin' hell is this?" Kid demanded, eyes narrowed at the skeleton. Was this Hell after all?

Then she realized that the tone of the creature's voice sounded apologetic. Choosing to gamble on that, but without sheathing her dagger, Kid nodded cautiously, taking a less offensive stance. "S'alright, mate," she said, tossing her head. "No harm done."

Hopefully, she was right and the thing didn't want to eat her.

[OOC: It's perfectly fine! ♥]

Eat her? Daniel? Of all the ridiculous concepts, what on earth drove her to decide upon that one? Please. Exactly how was he to eat her when he had no mouth? Though, he could always grind her bones, boiler her skin, and make a lovely stew that he might be able to drink... But that didn't sound all that appealing. Actually, such a thought would have undoubtedly made Dan's stomach feel queasy. And besides that, the flesh of the living held no interest to him, all he was concerned about was the undead who threatened him or the lives of others.

Completely oblivious to such thoughts as these, though, the skeleton gave a sigh of relief. However, he did notice the girls weapon still drawn -not that he blamed her, of course. Most of the living he had encountered, both in Paixao and Gallowmere, were left feeling uneasy when he found himself first in his presence.

"Are you from here?" He asked, deciding to keep his distance from the girl. If she understood his apology, perhaps she could understand more of what he could say? Or rather, try to say. His voice, unfortunately, remained distorted making his words none the less difficult to decipher. "I'm look for Zarok. Have you seen or heard of him?"

Kid had faced dead things before, back home; things that squirmed and crawled with gaping jaws and grasping claws, seeking to devour her and her friends. Then again, one of Kid's traveling companions had been a skeletal clown, and a rather sweet-tempered one at that. Remembering this, and seeing that the skeleton seemed to mean her no harm, Kid sheathed her dagger and gave him a nod.

She had to strain to understand him, however, and so it took her w while to respond while she deciphered what he was trying to say. "No," she answered at last, "I'm from elsewhere." She hadn't noticed anyone else with her way of speaking walking around, either - not that this was unusual.

"Zarok?" Kid looked confused, and gave a careless shrug. "Never heard of 'im, mate."

So she really could understand him! It may have taken some time for the girl to do so, but none the less, she knew what he had said. Daniel could have hugged the girl out of happiness. After the great deal of difficulty the gate guard had caused him after he had spoken with -er, tried to speak with him, this was pleasant change. He smiled down at the girl and nodded.

Even if she truly was from another kingdom, the fact that Zarok's name was unknown to her was settling. The sky was still a brilliant blue, the statues surrounding them stood lifeless, and all the dead appeared to remain resting in their graves. That was all he needed to see to know that there were definitely no signs of the sorcerers handiwork here. Well, except for him. But he considered himself an exception in this case.

"That's great," he replied, pausing for only a moment in thought. "Thank you. Did you just arrive here too?" Perhaps they could help each other out.

Given the several - and distinct - accents that could be found in Kid's world, it was no surprise that the thief could understand the other, even if it did take her a little time to do so. Kid gave a cheery smile at the apparent grin on the undead knight's face; he didn't seem interested in eating her, so why not?

The blonde girl tilted her head, taking a few moments to work out the other's speech. "Yer welcome, mate," she responded. "I just got in, too - thought I was dead." Then again, Kid realized, she still might be.

"You?" Daniel ask in disbelief. "Why? You look very lively to me, you couldn't be dead. Believe me, I know the dead."

How could she ever confuse herself dead was a complete and utter mystery to Dan. She was certainly among the living, he was willing to bet at least ten pieces of gold on it. After spending such a great amount of time with the dead... Undead, rather. But still dead in a sense, he knew the difference well. She showed little sign of possession either, which left that possibility out as well. The knight could only stare at the girl blankly, baffled by such a belief. At least until worry began set in.

There wasn't some new type of dead he was unfamiliar with, was there? If so, how many other types was he unaware of?

Kid bit her lip, looking doubtful - but she thought that one of the obviously dead would be able to tell. "I was stabbed, y'see," she began, gesturing to her stomach, "right here. And I passed out, of course, but when I woke up, the wound was gone an' I found meself in this place." She shook her head, braid snapping a little, and didn't mention all the times she had woken up with her wounds completely gone; it was a more serious wound than the others, after all.

But this did seem like a strange place, and Kid hadn't known how she had gotten here. Was she taken here by (and Kid's fists clenched at the thought of it) Lynx, somehow?

Listening intently to Kid as she described her dilemma, as well as her reasoning behind such a assumption as being dead, he leaned down curiously to inspect where she claimed to of been wounded. But he found little trace of blood, nor scars. He imagined her shirt would have been torn if she had truly stabbed, and from the sounds of it, she certainly had not had time to change her wardrobe before arriving in Paixao.

Straightening out, he tapped his skull thoughtfully. "Maybe someone cured you while you were out? Or maybe it was a dream?"

It was a shame Death was not here, he would easily know whether the young girl was dead or not. He never forgot a corpse, or the events that lead to their death. Dan hoped he would find him in the strange city, his advice was incredibly helpful.

"If I meet Death again I can ask him for you." The skeleton continued. "He would know if you were really dead."

Kid stepped back a bit, annoyed by the other's sudden closeness. Her shirt always revealed her stomach, anyway, but as there was obviously neither blood nor scar, there wasn't a need for the skeleton to double-check. She shook her head. "No," she replied quietly, "It wasn't a dream. Dreams don't hurt that much."

Serge, the fortress, the way his eyes had changed -

Kid shook her head, mentally snapping herself away from such unpleasant thoughts. "Brilliant!" she replied, grinning, "thanks, mate!" She held out her hand to the other. "Me name's Kid. What's yours?"

Daniel didn't mean to upset the girl, he was only curious. But he wasn't exactly the sharpest arrow in the archers pouch either. Already he had forgotten the distance he had first kept with the girl. Ones desire to avoid their personal space from being invaded, as well as the fact it was giant living skeleton doing so (which was likely more alarming) had also failed to cross his mind.

None the less, her movement had unsuccessfully phased him. He only nodded along to her response, a soft and thoughtful hum escaping him. He wasn't very sure what to make of her situation. Her guess was as good as his at this point.

Once she had introduced herself, Dan was surprised to hear such a simple, yet fitting name. He knew he would have no difficulty remembering 'Kid'. It was amusing to think someone would actually name their child such a thing. But the more he thought about it, the more suited it appeared to be. It didn't sound that bad, actually, once one forgot of the words meaning. A surprising name indeed.

Bowing respectfully before taking the girls hand and shaking it, the animated corpse grinned. "Sir Daniel Fortesque. Nice to meet you."

Kid shrugged off the other's misstep - she wasn't the most polite of people, herself - and nodded. "Same," she responded, withdrawing her hand in order to stretch a bit. She tilted her head to one side, studying the knight. "Oi, where're you from?" Kid hadn't heard of Daniel before, although strange beings weren't exactly uncommon in her world; one could rise from the dead with simply enough will, and demi-humans - such as merfolk and cat-people- walked the world with humans.

Kid supposed that, given the circumstances, it would be best to walk about with her eyes and mind open. She was a thief, after all - it was always a good idea to wait until an optimistic moment arrived.

"The kingdom of Gallowmere." he replied. From the moment he had first seen Kid, he knew that she could not possibly be from the same realm. No one dressed as brightly as she did, not even the current mayor who Daniel had spotted sporting a bright purple ensemble. The colour seemed to drain from his clothing as well as his face. He could almost pass as those among the dead in comparison to this girl.

"Since Zarok's return it's become a dark and unfriendly place. I would not recommend you visit until he has been defeated." Now a days, zombies would likely entice ones curiosity and increase Gallowmere's tourism thanks to Zarok, but Dan knew nothing of this, and only a narrator could make such an ill humored observation.

"Where are you from?"

Obito probably could have become thoroughly absorbed in his journal, as it was about the coolest toy he'd ever had, if he hadn't noticed something even cooler when he looked over the top of it. "Dude!" he exclaimed as his eyes lighted on a skeleton standing on it's own in the middle of the street and wearing BADASS armor. It went pretty high on the list of the coolest things he'd ever seen.

He shoved the journal and pamphlets into a pocket and went running over to investigate further. "Oh cool! That's freakin' sweet! Hey! Hey! Oneechan! Is this a Kugutsu no jutsu?!" he asked excitedly, giving the skeleton's armor an experimental poke.

[hai guys! wats goin' on over heer?!]

Kid whistled. "That sounds like a pretty harsh place." She'd never - at least in her immediate memory - heard of a place like that. Undead everywhere? The closed place she could think of was where the Masamune was kept, but that place was... had she been there before? Kid was half-sure of it; like a memory of a memory she couldn't quite recall, as annoying as it was.

"Me?" Kid shrugged, acting nonchalant. "Doesn't really matter." The truth was, Kid didn't know where she was from; she had only been in Lucca's orphanage before, and whatever answers the woman might have given her, it didn't matter now. Lynx had, after all, murdered her, and Kids hands curled into fists at the very thought of it.

She blinked at the boy running up to them and raised an eyebrow. "I don't have the least idea of what the bloody hell you're on about, mate," she told him. And what in the world was an Onee-chan?

Daniel would have asked more, his curiosity immediately enticed by her short response, but it did not appear that he would have the chance. Out of no where, a young boy dressed equally as bright as Kid was seen running toward him. Hm, Gallowmere seemed to be behind when it came fashion these days, the popularity of these bright colours he kept seeing in this kingdom, among others, left him feeling rather embarrassed. His wardrobe was at least one hundred years out of date, literally. He began to eye others choice of clothing.

However, he could not observe the passing citizens for very long. His glance quickly turned downward to the boy, his eye focusing on him as he began to babble in some mysterious language. A few words he understood, but others left him completely clueless. From what he heard, the boy was so cold it was scaring him... And it was sweet?

The skeleton looked to Kid questioningly before he felt the boy poke at his armor. This caused him to once again cast his gaze down at the kid. But his eye held just as much curiosity as the pair that looked back up at him. He poked Obito's goggles in wonder.

"Huh?" he blinked at the girl as she swore. She had a funny way of talking that intrigued him. Then the skeleton poked his goggles and he looked back up at it, grinning excitedly up at the one eye and the genuine sentience behind it. "Oh sweet! You're a guy, aren't you! How do you move and stuff without muscles and things?!" He ran a quick circle around the odd phenomena and grabbed at it's hand, which felt very much like bones and not just something else in the shape of bones. "Is it some special technique or is it, like, magic or -- OOOH! Are you a robot that looks like a skeleton?! Oh my god, that would be the best idea ever..." He grinned manically up at the armor-clad skeleton, the funny-talking girl almost completely forgotten. After all, he'd seen cute girls before, but he hadn't seen walking skeletons.

Kid exchanged a confused look with Dan, before looking back at the kid. How did she always manage to attract the weirdos? Even so, Kid realized, smiling to herself, they don't seem half-bad. She shook herself out of her thoughts, and crossed her arms, looking at the boy amusedly.

"Oi, you!" she said, nodding to the kid. "What's yer name, mate? Ya don't look like yer from around 'ere." She flipped her hair out of her eyes in one quick motion. "S'not polite t'go around, buttin' into people's conversations." She said this with a wink, however; she didn't really mind.

Of course he was a 'guy', what did this kid think he was? The task of telling the difference between a male and female corpse posed little difficulty, even once their flesh had rotted. Their skeletal structures were quite notably different. A man's skeleton, for example, has broader shoulders than a woman's, it also has a longer ribcage. Daniel thought he dressed exceedingly appropriate for his gender, and to be confused as a woman was, well, rather insulting.

There was little time to argue though, the boy had already thrown another question at him. This one, however, was one he could not answer. At least, not at the moment. It was true, he did lacked muscles, yet he could still move as easily as he did when he had been among the living. A thoughtful hum was heard as he contemplated how such movement could possible. To be honest, he had never thought of it.

Dan was startled by Obito when he grabbed his hand. He hadn't been expecting such a sudden move, though it didn't seem that surprising after the observing the boys wild excitement. It was proving to be difficult to keep up with him, especially when he spoke. The skeleton wasn't quite sure what a robot was, but he was rather certain he was not one.

The boy had made him realized one thing though; it was magic that allowed him to move without muscles.

"Ah!" he stopped, dropping the skeleton's arm and turning back to the girl. He hadn't introduced himself and that was just rude. "Sorry, oneechan! I'm Uchiha Obito!" he straightened up proudly. "I just got here! I was in Konohagakure a little bit ago, but then I woke up here, only I think maybe I didn't wake up, this is kinda like a dream. Only my dreams aren't usually this cool and it'd usually change scenes or something by now. What do you think, oneechan? Is this a dream? The guy at the door told me it wasn't, but I don't know if I believe him." Obito switched gears again, looking back up at the skeleton. "But oh my god! If this isn't a dream, how can this guy be walkin' around? I thought he was a puppet when I was over there, but he's a real dude, isn't he?! Seriously, how does that work? How can he be dead and not-dead too?! Or is it some kind of illusion or something? Or-- OH OH! A forbidden technique?! Hey, does he talk? Oh, hey--" Obito paused, his mind catching up with the girl's last statement, and he stopped babbling, shuffling his feet and looking a bit sheepish. "Ah, sorry, oneechan. I got kind of excited. This place is really crazy and all..."

Kid had been taking in whatever information she could glean, storing it away for later. She brushed her hair out of her eyes again, realizing that she'd never heard of where this Uchiha was from, either.

"... Huh," she muttered quietly, her eyes distant. Other worlds wasn't exactly something Kid found foreign, of course, but the idea of several different worlds converging unsettled her for some reason. "S'not a dream, Uchiha," she replied, "because if it is, we're all havin' this crazy dream at the same time." The girl looked thoughtful for a moment. "Somethin's up - an' I doubt it's good." Didn't worlds change in such a way when something bad was going on?

"And me name's Kid, no need t'call me by any weird nicknames. This here," she continued, gesturing to Dan, "is Sir Daniel Fortesque - can we just call ya Dan?" She turned then, suddenly addressing the skeleton. "Yer name's a bit of a mouthful."

[OOC: As a note, Kid is referring to Obito as Uchiha because the surname goes last in her world. XD]

Dan inspected his bony hand curiously once the boy had dropped it. He continued to listen to what he had to say though, regardless of the fact he hadn't a set of ears to listen with. Funny that Obito had yet to observe such a thing. Then again, Daniel hadn't either and he had been dead for quite some time. None the less, the boy had the skeleton thinking of things he hadn't the time for before. Zarok had been in primary focus before now. Not to say he wasn't concerned about the evil workings of the madman, but one had much more time think when monsters weren't lunging out in means of attacking every six steps.

Giving a soft sigh, the corpse shook his head. So, it was Uchiha the boy called himself, was it? Unfortunately it was a little more difficult then 'Kid', but Dan would try his best to remember. His belief of Paixao being a dream, however, was one he remained doubtful of. He suspected other forces at play... If it were truly dream, though, that would be extraordinarily nice. There was no arguing about that.

Ah, it seemed as though they had returned to exactly where they had started. Folding his arms as Uchiha excitedly began to question his abilities, he glanced over at Kid. Daniel was nothing compared to the speaker he used to be, not since death. When it was difficult for one to speak, it grew easier to simply listen.

None the less, he trusted Kid to help translate his words if Obito proved to have a difficult time deciphering them. His voice was nothing more than a muffled mumble these days, something that made him even question what he had said when hearing his voice at times.

"Dan is alright." he replied with a nod. His full title was unneeded when it came to addressing him in a simple casual conversation. Dan was a pleasant change from the many things he had been called lately anyway. Most had be quite offensive, mocking his position as the deceased, but he tried to think little of them.

"I can talk... Sort of. I am a real man and not a puppet. A spell was put on me by an evil sorcerer that brought me back from the dead. I guess that makes magic is behind everything."

[ooc: Sorry about the hiatus]

Obito considered for a moment pointing out that they didn't all have to be having the same dream, two of them just had to be figments of the third one's imagination, but then, people tended to get annoyed when he clung to a subject like that. The girls seemed fairly pessimistic about their situation as well, which was something Obito had a difficult time relating to, he just wasn't very in tune with worst-case-senarios.

Kid's request struck Obito as rather ironic seeing as her name itself sounded like a 'weird nickname', but he shrugged that off and grinned up at her. "You can call me Obito!" he offered cheerfully, he'd never been one for formalities.

As for Sir Daniel, Obito didn't have the slightest clue what he'd just said. Maybe it was a different language... Or maybe it was just because he didn't seem to have a jaw-bone... It would probably be rude to ask, so Obito attempted simply changing the subject and hoping that the skeleton-man hadn't said something he was meant to respond to.

"Hey! Did they give you guys one of these things?" he asked, pulling his journal out of his pocket and waving it around. "These are so cool! I don't really know how it works yet, but I was looking at it and there's all kinds of stuff in there! And you can talk to people on it and stuff! Have you guys ever seen things like this before? I haven't, except in comics and stuff."

Kid grinned at Dan and Obito. "Beauty! That means we've settled with each other, mates!" Which meant, of course, that Kid held them to be all right and that she was pleased to have found two friendly faces so early.

The girl looked at the journal Obito was holding, and nodded, pulling out her own journal from the pouch she had tied to her hip. "I've never seen 'em in me own world," Kid replied, tugging slightly at her braid in thought, "but I've seen just about everyone in this weird place with 'em." She'd toyed with her journal a couple of times, talking through it to other people and looking at the information the device had to offer.

Kid crossed her arms, looking around her at the staring passerby. "Y'know," she mused to her companions, "maybe we oughta get t'somewhere else. S'not exactly a good idea t'stand around when we're all so different-looking from ev'ryone else." Then again, they had already been standing out here, talking for who-knows-how-long.

A smile found itself across Daniels mouth... Er, what was left of his mouth, anyway. He was glad to hear that he had earned Kid's acceptance. Well, sort of. She had only really stated that they now held little conflict between each other, but Dan felt it went further. He personally was pleased simply to be in her presence. And, well, Obito too once he had calmed down. He seemed equally as nice as the girl, even if he had only met him moments after Kid.

Speaking of the boy, Dan was left completely oblivious to his clever tactic when changing the subject due to his misunderstanding. He revealed his journal shortly after Kid when Obito had mentioned it. It seemed everyone did receive one of the mysteriously enchanted devices. How curious. He nodded in agreement with the girl, having never seen such a peculiar thing in his own wold either. He had held up a few conversation himself through the devices, but only by accident.

Putting the journal away once again, he followed Kid's gaze to one of the passing citizens. Yes, perhaps it was a good idea to get moving. Although, he had a very strong feeling he was the real reason people were staring. A walking skeleton was fairly unusual sight, there was no question about that. And though the others did appear to dress a little differently, they at least had flesh.

He nodded in agreement with the girl once again, feeling particularly guilty for the looks they were receiving. Perhaps they would be better without him...

Having no knowledge of proper mobile etiquette, Obito poked away at his journal as he followed the others' lead without looking up from the tiny screen. Click click click. He had messages! Click click click. People were talking to him! Click click click. Oh, hey! "There's somebody else from my world here!" he announced excitedly. Click click click. "And hes a Grass-nin! He's on my side!" Click click click. There was something a little odd in Zetsu's last comment that made Obito feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey guys," he said, finally looking up towards the people he was actually with, "I'm going to go meet this guy, 'cuz I think he's gonna tell me something important." He closed up his journal, grinning up at the two brightly. "I'll catch you around! And we can probably talk on the journals too!" He turned, waving cheerfully. "See you later!" He trained chakra to his feet and jumped to the top of a smallish building and from there to a larger one, traveling by means of rooftop to his destination.

Kid raised an eyebrow at Obito's abrupt departure, shrugging. "S'a bit rude, mate," she murmured, well aware that Obito couldn't hear her by now. Still, it needed to be said. The thief turned to Dan, grinning. "Well, where d'ya want t'go? Me, I'm not particularly picky, but a bloke like you doesn't want to draw too much attention, right?"

Of course, Kid drew attention herself, with the way she was dressed and her habit for stealing, and she laughed. "There's got to be a place where folks like us can rest our 'eads at the end of th' day."

Impressed by the height gained by the boys leap, he watched as Obito vanished as quickly as he had appeared. He was an odd one alright, no doubt about that. But Daniel was in no position to speak of oddness of others. He would keep that thought to himself, causing him to smile in amusement.

He looked down at Kid curiously upon hearing her question. Where did he want to go? Were they sticking together? It certainly sounded like it after she added a remark about finding a place for them to rest. ...What on earth was a bloke?

Sharing a large smile, he nodded. Perhaps he could find a few articles of clothing to throw over his exposed bones? Or, more preferably, upgrade his armor? A helmet would likely be useful too. And if there was a blacksmith he could sharpen his weapons as well. The only problem was the expense of all this. Dan only had so much gold on him.

"Would you like to look for somewhere to stay first?" he asked, well aware of how important it was to find one for the girl. The skeleton needed very little rest, being dead and all, but knew the girl could not go on without it. She was his first concern.

Kid crossed her arms and thought for a few minutes, blue eyes narrowed in slight concentration. "How about somewhere where th' folks aren't too likely to object t'people like us? Not one of them fancy places, of course, but maybe somewhere out o' th' way."

The fact that Kid was a thief, of course, lent gravity to her thoughts - and Daniel being a moving skeleton was obviously drawing attention, too. THey had to find a place where they hopefully wouldn't draw even more attention.

Dan liked the thought of that. Hopefully it would mean the cost for a room would be less as well. Though he did question the decline in quality. Hopefully it wouldn't be anything too bad.

The only problem was that he didn't know anywhere that fit such a description, let alone where anything else was in this city. Maybe Kid knew of a place, it never hurt to ask.

"Where would we find somewhere like that?"

If worst comes to worst, Kid thought with a grin, I can always steal more until I get enough for a room. Then again, she had been picking quite a lot of pockets (starting with the guards) until she met the others, and taking the leaves off of trees.

She was a thief, after all, first and foremost, and stealing was what she did best.

"Who knows, mate?" Kid shrugged, toying with her braid. "Still, we oughta find a place easy enough if we look in our devices here." WIth that, she indicated her journal, flipping it open to look.

The skeleton shuffled behind Kid, peering over her shoulder to view her journal. The thought hadn't occurred to him that she could be viewing or writing anything personal into the device. By the looks of it, it would fail to all together due to his rapidly wandering thoughts. His eye roamed almost everywhere but the screen as he scratched his skull.

He could have sworn he had seen some sort of pamphlets when entering the gate. Though he hadn't taken any himself, it seemed like an appropriate time to grab a few. Without a word, he dashed back to the gate to where he had last seen them, more then pleased to find all were well stocked.

Pacing himself, Dan read over each pamphlets content before adding it to a soon steadily growing collection. He was sure to take two of each, that way both he and Kid would have one.

Returning to the girl, his thin bony arms were found baring more than enough pamphlets to be the product of at least one tree.

"I found a map!" he exclaimed excitedly before realizing his arms were far to full to retrieve the desired piece of parchment.

"Great!" Kid grinned, reaching over to search carefully through the pamphlets so that Dan wouldn't drop anything. When she found what she was looking for, she unfolded the map and looked it over, her gaze darting attentively over it.

"This place is pretty huge," she murmured. Not, of course, that she hadn't noticed it before; the domed city was gigantic, at least to Kid. "Well, mate," she addressed Dan again, looking up at him, "where d'ya think t'go?"

Meaning, of course, where he thought he would draw the least amount of attention - he was getting strange looks, even now.

The corpse knew the murmured comment had not been for discussion, nor directed to him, but it was still something the thought about. He silently agreed with the girl as he observed their surroundings. The giant dome above them was simply phenomenal and nothing like he'd seen before. Dan wondered how long it took to build.

"I think I might look for a blacksmith." the skeleton replied after a moment of thought. "They might have somewhere to purchase new armor too. I could use a helmet and a new chest plate."

He pointed to his exposed skull and ribs as he spoke. If he could hide the fact that he was dead, perhaps it would help draw attention away from them. But he would drop Kid off somewhere first before running out to perform such tasks.

Observing the map, he pointed to the nearest chain of hotels; Actua Are. "To fancy?"

"That could help ya out plenty, mate," Kid agreed, "'Specially in a weird place like this." After all, the looks the other was getting definitely didn't seem like they were of the friendly sort. Come to think of it, if it was discovered that Kid was a thief, she would more than likely have trouble herself; she had better be careful.

She looked over at the hotel. "I'd prefer somethin' a little more low-layin'," she shrugged, "but don't worry. I'll find a place meself. YA oughta worry about where yer goin', 'specially if yer goin' alone."

Daniel was certain that he would be perfectly fine getting to his destination by himself. That was, of course, if he didn't run into any of the monsters he had recently heard about. That made him nervous. But he wasn't about to tell Kid that.

"I'll be okay." he assured her, bent down and rummaging through the pamphlets he had dropped when he had pointed lifted his hand to point at his scull prior. For a moment, he had forgotten he had the pieces of parchment in his possession. "I have another map."

Finding his desired pamphlet, he carefully stacked the others in a pile and offered them to Kid as he raised himself back onto his feet. He didn't like the idea of leaving Kid alone, but the sooner he found something to hide his bones, the better it would be for both of them.

"What about one of the inns up north?"

Kid waved off the skeleton's concern about an inn. "Don't worry," she chuckled, "I'm sure I'll find a real good place." She was, after all, perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She quickly searched through the map on her journal after taking the proffered pamphlets.

"I think I'll have meself a look around, get t'know this place. It might be fun."

Nodding, he waved goodbye to the girl with a smile. He would be doing some exploring himself during his journey to weaponry he had found on the map. It was quite a distance, but nothing he wasn't used to. Hopefully he had enough coins on him to make his purchase.

He would contact Kid over the journal system to meet with her shortly after he was finished.

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