001. Voice | Jan 27, 4am

[pmsgargoyle]

[Soft female voice. If she didn’t sound so amused, it’d be easy to tell she is incredibly pissed due to the current circumstances]

Do tell me, are you actually helping this world and its war? I am sure all of you are dying [she loves to use this word when addressing to humans] to go back to your little homes, however, it’s no where in the contract saying you’ll be returned once the war is over and won. It’s a promise, yes, but promises can be broken so easily, can they not?

Are we supposed to believe them? To trust them? [Demona doesn’t laugh, however she hums]

Hm~ tell me more about your war and the Witches.

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[shendefeng]

[He gives her a nod]

There are Shibusen facilities in other countries that do work like our own city, only that theirs are for their own respective countries, and we cooperate with them if there is a significant need between one and the other.

They are quite organized in that manner, which is quite a good thing if they mean to win this war.

As for why, who knows? I do not know the exact reason as to why it was used in particular, but it was used. What has happened is done, and we cannot do anything but do our best to survive in this world in which we have been brought.

[pmsgargoyle]

Do other facilities have this BREW tool as well and if so, are they using it?

[shendefeng]

In so far as I have been able to observe and surmise, it seems that only this city in particular has this BREW contraption in its possession, as the other facilities in Europe did not have "guests" as we do here.

Or if they did have possession of it, they perhaps have not used it, learning from the way that Shibusen North America has had to deal with all of us whom are their guests. These are just theories, however I might think that the former is more likely than the latter.

You are quite curious, are you not? Then again, I would not blame you for it either, for being brought into a world that is vastly different from yours, I am sure.

Or perhaps not too different...?

[pmsgargoyle]

Of course I wish to know. I was brought here against my will in order to fight a war I know nothing about. Do not expect me to blindly do so.


And so far, this world is quite similar to mine. [specially with all the humans around]

[shendefeng]

A fair statement to make, especially as a recent arrival. Whilst we have been brought by BREW to participate in this war, Shibusen has made it clear that if a guest does not wish to participate in this war, they are free to sit it out and do what they would like in the city.

Some are healers and do that, whilst others still are shop-owners and manage their own business that has nothing to do with the war itself, so it is really up to one's own choice how one wants to make of their life here for the meantime until we are sent home, be it through BREW's whim, or until the war is over.

As for that, how is it different from your home?

[Throwing the dice, to see if she would be amenable to speak with him about home, or not.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[she doesn't particularly care about who stays out of it. However, she is glad to know Death City is the only city the so called guests arrive to. Which means, if someone from her world shows up, she will eventually know and that is just dandy]

People do not turn into weapons. And the sun and the moon definitively do not look like that.

[shendefeng]

[Ah, nitpicking at this world and its... non-logical way of doing things. At least, compared to how things would be back home.]

Truly, our worlds are alike in that matter. I was also perplexed that this world's sun and moon would look thus so.

As for kind turning into weapons, we do not do so either. Then again, I would be a certain dragon that was made into a weapon in this world despite it not being logical at all.

In my world, it was very much like Earth normally would be, except that we dragons are numerous and live in peace, as one would in China. Except there are a number of humans that do scream bloody murder if we ever dare walk near a populated city, as would be the case in London...

[pmsgargoyle]

I cannot say dragons didn't exist in my world for sure. Oberon's children were many.

[aaaand she is not surprised. However, she must chose her words wisely, she can't just go around bashing on humans on a network like this] Humans fear what they do not understand. Such seems to be a fact, no matter what world.

[shendefeng]

Pray pardon my asking, but... who is Oberon?

[Perhaps this Oberon was her world's god?]

As for that, I am afraid I would have to agree with you. There are a number of humans that seem to act in such a manner, or even come to dislike and hate that which they do not comprehend, and lash out at whatever it might happen to be.

[There was only one certain human in particular back home whom he would like to have a few choice words with, aside from wanting to scare him to death.]

However, there are some that are intelligent enough to see past that and learn to live in peace with the fact that we are whom we are.

[pmsgargoyle]

Oberon is the leader of the Third Race, a magical species also known as the Fair Folk by the Scots, the Sidhe by the Irish, and the Dark Elves by the Vikings.

[yeaaaahhh she doesn't want to get into that] So you are friendly with them. Do you live in England? Your accent is clear.

[shendefeng]

[He only nods as he listens to small list of the names given by other folk. That is... interesting, if she were European as well.]

Hm, it would make for an interesting world, these Fair Folk as the Scots would call them, if they had existed in my own as well.

[He only quietly muses at actually having magic in his own world, if only it were used in a more positive way than these witches seem to do in this one.]

Ah, indeed I am from England. However, I was raised in Scotland's Loch Laggan with several wingmates, before returning back to England.

And yourself, miss or madam? Are you from a certain part of the British Isles? Or from somewhere else in Europe entirely?

[pmsgargoyle]

They don't roam my Earth freely; they keep hidden from prying eyes so they became myth to many.

I am Scottish myself. My clan was born and raised at the Wyvern Hill, near the Point of Ardnamurchan. I, however, traveled through the world and currently lived in Manhattan. New York.

[shendefeng]

One would have to wonder why they would not want to roam freely. Then again, if they have their reasons, then they know what is best for themselves.

As for where you were born and raised, you would have been somewhere south-southwest due from Loch Laggan. I do not know the exact amount of miles, but it is a fair amount. Still, I liked Scotland, for one could fly as freely as one would like for the most part.

Manhattan, New York... that is in this country's north-eastern portion, is it not? If so, then I am afraid that you have found yourself to be near three-thousand miles from there.

[pmsgargoyle]

They have their own affairs, I suppose.

Yes, it is. And I believe I'm much further away than that. Despite the similarities, this is not my world, after all.

[shendefeng]

[And he leaves that particular subject at that. For the Fair Folk, at least.]

I could not agree with you more. There are many things that are alike, and a million more ways that it is not.

However, we can only make do with what we have available, and survive as best as we can under the circumstances. The best way to go through this phase in our lives is to bear with it, and use our best judgment on how we should each proceed.

[With that, he gives a nod toward the camera.]

At least, that is how I personally see it.

[pmsgargoyle]

It is a good way of putting, and quite true, I must add. That is what I am doing; trying to understand this place and its people and guests, so I can use my best judgment.

[and I've come to the conclusion all humans still need to go, yup]