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Greetings, fellow visitors to Death City. I have been told that this device will allow me to write to all of you. My name is Sona Buvelle, and I arrived here from my own world a few days ago.

Although I would very much like to help this world in whatever way they need, I must admit to being a bit confused by my sudden arrival. I’m afraid I was in the middle of something, and the change of scenery has been very...jarring.

[A pause, as though she’s not sure what else to write.]

First, I suppose it would be best to find out if any of my allies from home are here. Has anyone heard of the planet Runeterra? Of Demacia, Noxus, Ionia...the Institute of War? I know that it is possible that I am not the only one – isn’t it?

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Hello, Sona. It's nice to meet you.

Unfortunately, BREW has a habit of taking a majority of us at the most inconvenient time it seems. Also, I can't say I've heard of that planet or any of those names, but they could arrive in the near future.

Oh, the pleasure is mine, even in the current circumstances. [At least people are nice here!]

Extremely inconvenient, yes...and I'm afraid that I left something very precious behind, as well. It has been a difficult adjustment.

I see...I'm not sure if I would rather they arrive or be left alone.

Would be nicer over a warm meal or something to drink.

We've all left behind something precious. BREW doesn't really permit us to keep anything it considers usable as a Weapon.

Always an uncertainty. I, for one, wouldn't want those I know here.

[She has a little giggle about that offscreen.]

Most everything would be, wouldn't it? Are there good places to get such things here?

My etwahl would, certainly, be considered a weapon...it seems strange to ask us to fight, but not let us do so as we normally would. Surely it would be easier that way...

Yes...it would be nice to see a familiar face, but then they would be trapped here as well. And it is dangerous here, also, if I understand correctly.

A few. If you would like, we could meet up and go to one of them.

Yes, well, this world has its own set of rules. In this case, it's two people having to work together to fight. And yes, this factors into the dangers of this war going on.

[Aww, friendly c: Part of her thinks that meeting a stranger right off the bat might be dangerous...but she's nothing if not friendly. And besides, why would someone here want to hurt her? They're on the same side.]

That would be lovely, friend. I have a map here somewhere, I think, or perhaps you live in the same building as me? I haven't met all of my neighbors yet...

I do have experience working in tandem with others, I suppose. If not quite so literally as it seems to be done here.

As long as it's Casualty Communal, I do. I reside on the eighth floor. I could meet you on the first floor.

Oh yes. It's very unique here.

[good thing the trolls have gotten him very used to people who prefer using text.]

If it is any consolation, when you are returned to your world -- whether by BREW's fickleness or the end of the war -- you will be returned to the same moment you left from. No time passes for us in our own worlds while we are here, so nothing is missed. Whatever you were in the middle of will still be there.

[Texting is the new black, ok. All the cool kids are doing it!]

That will be...almost as jarring as this was! I was in the middle of a League match - oh, but perhaps you do not have a League in your world? It is sort of like a fighting competition, I suppose.

No, I have never heard of anything like that where I come from. There is a great deal of fighting, but it goes far beyond a simple competition.

*Would it polite to reply to her in kind instead of by voice? Alucard, fortunately, has gotten better at typing since arriving here.*

It is quite jarring upon arrival, my lady. I cannot say that I have heard of your land, but as you may discover, there are people here from worlds all over creation.

If you have any questions, I shall try to help.

[that is the best username I've ever seen. Also Sona actually doesn't mind if others use voice or video, it's just easier for her to type when she doesn't have her instrument. :D ]

Thank you. At least this world seems filled with kind people such as yourself...there was something I had questions about, actually, but I was in too much of a daze until now to really ask...

How do I know if I am a..."Weapon" or a "Meister"? We don't exactly have those on Runeterra, of course...

((OOC: I can't claim to come up with it, but I agree it IS great. :D))

For this, you would have to have someone look upon your soul and they would be able to tell you. As you may have been told, Meisters are the ones who wield Weapons into battle in this world. I, myself, am a Weapon.

I see. [THAT SOUNDS A LITTLE...INVASIVE...but ok...] Is there somewhere I could find such a person, do you know? I'm afraid I have no idea which I am. Or what I should do once I find out.

You could contact Shibusen of this matter. Although if you are new and everything is undoubtedly strange, I would gladly escort you.

[The voice from the other side sounds bored and nonchalant.]

Haven't heard of any of those, so I guess you probably are the only one.

That is what I suspected...and I must admit that I'm not sure if I'm pleased about it or not. A familiar face would have been comforting...but then they would also be far from our home.

And there's the possibilty they could die here, too.

[Oh Sai. So cheerfully morbid.]

Yes, I suppose so. Have...many people lost their lvies in this war?

[Well, it does fit the cheerful decor around the city.]

A few.

I see...I suppose that is not surprising. War is always dangerous...

May I ask how long you've been here? Do you know much about this world?

Since February and as for what I know....I know enough.

Why?

Holy crap that was a lot of writing.

((Hamel has not yet learned the joy of TLDR))

[sfkaljkl oh you.]

Forgive me, sir. Without my instrument, writing is the clearest way for me to communicate, as I am mute.

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Sir? [He puffs up a little because respect is not something many people give him.] I suppose might consider forgiving you.

Wait you can't talk?

And you play an instrument that you can communicate with? How's that?

[dslkfj everyone deserves a little respect! Unless they are butts. ARE YOU A BUTT, HAMEL?]

No...I have never been able to. Instead, I use my music - usually played on my etwahl. I would demonstrate for you, but... [Yeah. She is kind of torn up about it, tbh. :( ]

[No, he's an ass, there's a difference. Once's significantly more rude.]

I don't know what an etwahl is, but I got a violin. I don't really get how it helps you communicate though.

[RIGHT. Wouldn't want to call him the wrong thing. :D ]

A violin? Are you a musician, sir? Surely you know that music is a beautiful form of communication!

[It's important to be clear about the level of assholishness involved. :) ]

Yup I've played since I was little so I'm pretty awesome at it.

I know you can play notes and music has general emotional meaning yeah but you can't carry on a conversation with it.

[Sasha's just enjoying some window shopping on his way to work this evening. Sort of.

Really, he's just stopped by the storefront of a music store and looking at the wares through the window. He's checking out the posted prices, and frowning to himself, alone under the shade of his black sun parasol. After some time working for his new place of employment, he'd be able to afford it, but...

He's not entirely convinced he wants to commit to it.]

[The maven quietly takes up a position beside him at the storefront. Finally, a music store...part of her doesn't want to replace the etwahl, honestly - it felt like replacing a dear friend. But being without it, even for just a few days, had been terrible, almost like a losing a limb. She needed music like other people needed food or water...

She glances over at Sasha out of curiosity, a little surprised to see that her temporary companion is a boy. With the parasol, she thought he was some sort of court lady, like they had in Ionia...]

[He's aware that it's a rather...effeminate way to deal with the oppressive sun, but that's why he went for the most gender-neutral parasol he could find (and in his favorite color!)

Sasha looks up at her after she's stood there for a while and looks down at him.]

Something the matter?

[q t :D I mean.

She jumps a little and shakes her head with an embarrassed smile. Sorry! She didn't mean to stare. Stepping back, she gives him a curtsy, then glances back at the instruments in the window, wondering how else to communicate with him, or if there was anything else to communicate. Perhaps she - or they - should just go into the store...yes, that sounds like a good idea. Purposefully she steps to the door and then looks back at him. Coming?]

[Since she didn't reply to his question, Sasha wonders if she's just shy or quiet, but...

No, she's definitely not shy, he thinks to himself as she's clearly communicating with him. In that instant, he already knows what's up, and rolls with it just as normally has he would with anything else.]

Ah...well, I have work soon, but I can spare a few minutes...

[Who is he to deny a request from a pretty lady? He goes ahead of her to open the door for her.]

[The maven beams at her newfound companion and gives another quick curtsy (as thanks for his gentlemanly behavior) before heading into the store.

The weights of loneliness and worry begin to lift from her as they get an up-close look at the instruments in the store. There was no etwahl, of course - it was an extremely rare instrument; in fact, she had never seen one other than her own - but she did know how to play other things, and soon she lost herself in thought over them. She was definitely buying something, yes, she had to, but what...?

She looks over at Sasha again. So many choices for her. Maybe knowing what he's looking for will give her ideas.]

[He gives cursory glances at violins, but there's an awful lot of hesitation about it. They're so expensive, and he hasn't fallen in love with playing it yet...maybe he should just wait a couple weeks...

His attention sways, however, and he glances over to the woman with the needlessly long blue hair. Sasha catches her when she's lost in thought, and--finding the sight awfully cute--smiles to himself.

But then she looks towards him and he averts his eyes, spooked that he was caught watching her.]

[ Sona.. that sounds like a girl name, right? .. Right? He's not sure since he's so used to Japanese names, but he's hoping he's going with the right thing here.. he can't just not help people, after all, especially since he was new too only a while ago. ]

Did you find anyone from home yet, miss?

I'm afraid not...or perhaps I'm glad not. I haven't decided yet.

I suppose the only thing to do is keep an eye out for them. Perhaps I will end up being the only one from Runeterra.

Do you maybe have descriptions of what they look like? I can keep an eye out for them since I'm often walking around this place! They can't be that hard to find.

[ He's a helpful young man, okay.. ]

[since he is a little incapable of texting right now...] I can't say that I've heard of anyone being from any of those planets.

Oh, no, it's only one planet - but that is what I have heard from others as well. It seems I am the only one from there...

Oh, I see! My apologies. Sometimes that happens. One of my friends that's here has been here for about half a year.

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