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Then Mao Mao inquired further about her kind and the kind besides that. Normally, Yang would leave it at a simple yes, except this was more complicated than it looked. The omission of the word 'human' was rather curious; instead, he had stuck to describing people of other species than humans. That was enough to paint a vivid world of nothing but weird-looking animals.

What did that mean? Almost certainly, this was the first time Mao Mao has saw humans.

[div class=yText]"Well, not strictly hybrids of your kind, just that the Faunus happen to have a trait from one of your world's species. And we have those species on our world too, except, well, they don't talk, and they usually walk on four legs. We, and the Faunus, however, walk on two, just like you."[/div]

Things got a little more troubling when Mao Mao asked about discrimination of the Faunus. She knew right away that this was a rather complicated issue; the Faunus had been discriminated for however long her world was around. Laws were passed and civilization adjusted to accommodate them in a more welcoming way, but there was still work to do.

And then there was the White Fang. The same White Fang Blake associated with before she parted ways.

She sighed, then muttered to herself as she looked down, eyes shut,

[div class=yText]"I wish it were that simple."[/div]

Then, Yang turned her head back up towards Mao Mao and proceeded to explain.

[div class=yText]"Some people see them as monsters, but really, they're just people who want to coexist with us without having to butt heads with outdated societal customs that do not view them lightly. Of course, there are monsters of their kind. Truth is, we have ourselves some bad apples as well."[/div]

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The walls surrounding you seemed to be made of glass, or at least something clear. At first you thought it had a purple tint to it until you realized that the purple hue was swirling like a mist on the other side of the clear wall. Suddenly you felt glad to be in this strange dome. You take the time to look around and find that you can see other domes not too far off, connected to your own dome by a short hallway. Three of those hallways connected to the dome you are in. Clearly, the domes off in the distance were connected to other domes. One thing you could tell was that where you were was smaller than the others. Big enough to hold one Hell of a crowd, but the others looked like they were big enough to hold small towns, if not cities.

Your eyes go back to the doors. There wasn't anything else here except those doors. Might as well press on.

Welcome to Dezgeog.

Amanda Mossby - Dezgeog, Starting area

Status: Panicking

The insectoid girl appears in the room, completely unsure of how she got there. Startled by the drastic change in scenery and lack of anything familiar to her, she tries to flee anywhere she can and for her that means running in the first direction she sees that seems clear, inevitably causing her to face-plant right into the wall. Oh, right... she can't see glass.

Amanda - Child dome

Status: Tiny and hungry

As the gas cleared it seemed as if the fancily dressed girl had disappeared entirely, but if one where to look closely at where she had been they would see she went through a significantly more dramatic change than the others.

On the ground where she had been was a small green mantis-like creature, no more than 2 cm tall, and she was furiously gnawing at what seemed to be a similarly shrunk down and hand woven dress. Whatever shrunk Amanda, it seemed her appetite certainly didn't shrink in proportion.

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In a lush green valley far into the countryside, a slam marked the end of an altercation and dipping the area back into peaceful silence. It was hard to make out who had taken out the Dire wolf; Between magic bolts and sword slashes, there was little of the creature left to account for damages in it.
Standing just a few feet away, a blonde dressed in a battered tank top and pants stared at the body with annoyed eyes. Her weapons - a pair of jet black crossbows - were still fuming from fire as she returned them to their waist holsters and began walking towards the corpse. Her gaze had locked in the wolf’s head to the point it seemed that nothing else in the world mattered and, as soon as she reached it, her fingers grasped firmly on the furs of its head to yank it away from the body.
Only after a few tries did she realize she wasn’t alone trying to take the prize.
He had approached the head as well focused on his goal to nab it so he could finish the assignment that was given to him, noticing the blonde only after he had held onto the head. He figured maybe she was the one to take down the beast...which was sort of awkward for him since he wanted the head more, maybe they could strike some deal over it? noticing that she had seen him he would gesture towards the head as if to say they should both try and pull it out at the same time which might give a better result? and he would then plant his hands on it to get ready.
Three picked up the man’s reaction with, at first, a mere blank expression, eyes following closely the movement of his hands. There was a brief moment after he was finished in which she simply stared up at him in expectation. Then, her face twisted into a hostile grimace. The young bounty hunter doubled down on her grip took advantage of his signaling to make a motion with her free hand; A growing red line formed around the beat’s neck, scorching skin, meat, and bone alike until the head split from its body. The prize was now free to be brought close to her chest and away from the stranger’s grasp.
As she tugged it away from him and seemingly used some spell to cut the head from the body, he would sigh internally as he would reach out into the air and pull out a journal and pen from seemingly nowhere, quickly writing in it and then showing her what it said “I need that head for something...I don’t have much to pay for it but I would really appreciate it if you could give it to me” and with that he would put away the two objects again into his own inventory, holding the other hand out for the beast.

Three would remain dead serious as the young man produced the pen and paper to write his message, the tension in her expression dropping like a sack of potatoes into bored dullness as she read it. The girl bared teeth with feral spite, hugged the head closer still and turned around to leave, glancing over the shoulder once to check if she was being followed.

Seeing her walk off and not really having a very easy way to get her attention, he quickly walks after her and reaches out to tap her on the shoulder so he could continue to try and possibly convince her to give the head to him.
The instant the young man’s hand reached Three’s should, her entire body winced and clenched, an act of pure instinct that acted faster than thought.
The movement transition seamlessly into conscious action as she fell into a roll, grabbed her crossbow and pointed it towards the boy who approached her; A red sphere of energy formed up at its tip and fired off as a bolt towards its Mark.
Mark would quickly roll out of the way of the bolt, quickly taking a sword and a shield in his hands. If it was a fight this girl wanted, it would be a fight she got. He faced the blonde as he would wait for her to try and fire off another shot, ready to block and then attack afterwards as to try and disarm or knock her out.
On Three’s side, she was also keeping herself on the move; One of her crossbows fired a continuous stray of bolts while she ran around her target, carefully aimed at every hole and opening to keep his shield busy and his stance, on the defensive. The other crossbow hanging by her side, slowly but surely amassing a much larger sphere of red-hot energy until it seemed to be just begging to be fired off.
Mark would continue to keep the shield up defending himself from the barrage of bolts that were flying at him, although on one of the more recently shot ones he would quickly attempt to charge at the blonde warrior, shield up and sword at the ready to strike any blasts that would come for him, ready to try and smack her with the blunt flat of the blade, he was really hoping that he didn’t hurt her too hard but she was definitely gunning for trying to take him out.
Three noticed the young man’s bold approach and, instead of retreating, went directly towards him, bringing the crossbow with the charging energy sphere in front of her to aim and fire. They were mere inches away from contact when something flashed between them. Color, shape and reality itself collapsed upon each other as the rift came into existence, only to disappear just as mysteriously the moment after. Once it was gone, there was not a sign from the two fighters but a sad Dire Wolf head laying unclaimed on the ground.
Going through the portal mark was confused, was this the spell she was charging up? no because she was falling through it with him, and soon enough he was dropped with her into the strange room, he landed on his feet, glancing around at the others. Seeing as the situation was changing, he put away his sword and shield.
When Three fell to the ground, she fell badly, slamming her face into the ground - yet, not a sound was uttered from the pain. She slowly pushed her squashed face up, then widened her eyes in confused terror, scrambling desperately to drag herself away from Mark. Her eyes landed on the floor, the domes and finally, the doors. Someone seemed to have just used one of them. The girl turned back to the other one stranded in the same situation and, already at the end of her wit, raised her brows slightly to highlight the almost pleading eyes.
Seeing the blonde lady now instead of trying to fight him, look in terror at him, he internally sighed as he calmly approached her, holding out a hand to help her up, trying to show that he meant no ill intent and also hoping that she would notice he didn’t know why they ended up here, and so it would be better for the two of them to work together rather then try and fight each other to figure out where they were now.
Three’s still shaky eyes focused at the hand, then at Mark’s eyes, chest still heaving from the fight and sudden panic.Once calm settled in, again, she pursed her lips and hovered her hand over his, trying to dig deep into the young man’s soul with her ocular sapphires before finally taking the hand back up. Even then, there was a clear effort at keeping him within an arm’s distance, and a hand was never far from the hilt.
Seeing her get up and not attack him was relieving, and looking at the door that seemed to be in recent use, he would carefully lead her over to it, maybe someone other then the others who seemed confused with them for the most part in this room, a better person to explain where they are could be? With that thought in mind, he reached out for the door to let the two inside.