Like a fish out of water. [Active]

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Character(s): Valvatorez and YOU! (OPEN)
Content: A certain former tyrant arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Anywhere, starting from Vanaheim and ending in St. Destino.
Time: From early afternoon till evening.
Warnings: Sardines!! None yet.
Note: Doing this thing party-style as you can encounter Valzy anywhere and anytime en route to St. Destino.

Valvatorez wasn't pleased to say the least. He didn't know how or why he was so rudely torn away from his daily routine in Hades to suddenly find himself in the ruins of some city, but it didn't seem like he was going to get the answers to that any time soon. Every time he tried addressing one of the few odd-looking people around of which he could only assume were the city's inhabitants, they either ignored him entirely or reacted rather snappishly. Needless to say, the answers he sought hadn't been very forthcoming so far. Not that it was going to discourage Valvatorez any time soon, if he wanted answers, he was going to get them.

For that purpose he had picked a random direction and set out and it didn't take long for him to figure out that going in a certain direction resulted in seeing more and more of the pale-skinned, blond-haired inhabitants. Obviously that meant he was getting closer to wherever they seemed to be congregating which also possibly meant that there might be someone in charge there that could provide information whether they wanted to or not. He was fully prepared, as always, to use force if necessary.

So with that intent in mind, he made his way through all the rubble. Although that didn't stop him from veering off the path he'd set for himself whenever something interesting caught his eye.

Comments

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"Don't look at me, I'm just an instructor. I didn't make the rules." And as a mere instructor, he never questioned them. He only enforced them and he was happy enough doing so. Although if he had to speculate what the point was, he figured it would be discipline which was something Prinnies always sorely needed.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, for her, Valvatorez was already well aware of what was going on and so her little explanation earned a scoff. "I would hardly call being kidnapped a vacation."

More importantly for the moment in his mind was something else she'd said. "And are you saying there are Prinnies here?"

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"Oh good, so you already know," she sighed in relief, as odd as it could sound. She just didn't like having to be the one explaining the whole kidnapping ordeal, especially now that the whole place had gotten blown up. "Well it's not so bad right now... as long as you ignore the people living here."

And, speaking of avoiding the natives... "But yeah, there's a whole bunch of Prinnies on the Netherworld floor. They're all over the place... but... I don't think they're real though. Nothing really is around here."

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Valvatorez made no comment about ignoring the natives, he'd received enough cold shoulders and hostility by now that he realized trying to interact with them was a futile effort. Although even without the natives, he'd still prefer the Netherworld over this ruined city.

However, the second bit of what she said really caught his attention. "How do you mean? Because the floors are based on memories, is that it?"

[divine_storm]

"Well yeah," she answered, sounding a little less sure of herself than she intended to. "Everything on the floors are just bits of memories from someone, so they're technically fake, right? Sure they're there, but they are just copies in the end."

At least, that was what she assumed.

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Valvatorez gave her a considering look as he mulled that over before he shrugged. It wasn't his place to decide what was fake and what wasn't in a place he hardly knew anything about. Although just the fact that it was made up out of memories was interesting enough, if he considered that same fact ...

"If they're memories, then they're real to that someone, are they not?"

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"Huh? Well, yeah... of course they are; but memories don't usually get out of your head and walk around, you know," she answered, obviously taken off guard. Not even she could deny that these memories were real to someone, they wouldn't be memories if they weren't after all.

"The memories are real, but the whole place it create is still fake. In the end, the people there are just copies, not the real deal, I think," she finally answered after a few moments. "Urgh... this is getting way too complicated..."