nexus_crossings | The world is about to get a little more pink

Nick is just taking it easy while he is hanging out in the plaza, and from a distance, the creepy old synth might be getting a few evil eyes just for his looks alone. With his hands hanging down at his sides, Nick is all too familiar with getting the evil eye and it doesn't seem to bother him much.

But it doesn't distract him when he spots someone different; then again, everyone here is different to him. But Nick doesn't recall seeing the pink or magenta girl. And without any hesitation his detective senses kick into play, and he slowly walks over towards her. He is well aware that he might cause someone to freak out and run away if they are not familiar with a friendly looking synth.

"Hey there! And don't worry, no map you would have drawn would have been of much help. This place here is called The Nexus." Nick stops and his steeples his funky looking fingers together. "It's a sort of meeting place between worlds, and most of us come from different worlds. Though I can't say I've met anyone who's a native of this place."

Tae is def not sure what she expected when she turned around and came face to face with an...interesting person. She's not sure whether she's seen someone like this, and it freaks her out.

"Aaah--!" Stumbling backwards, her eyes stay glued to the person--er...individual who had just made conversation with her. She's sure she's seen stuff like this on books about colourants and animation, or maybe in dreams, where everything is a blur, but never in real life. Once the words hit her and upon realizing that he isn't hostile, she calms herself down.

"Um--" Tae starts, first nervously, "I'm sorry--" She pauses, looking rather worried, now. "--wait, you said worlds? Like...worlds?" She's unsure of how to go on with her train of thought now, and nothing in her literary repertoire had prepared her for this kind of information.

"...Are you not from a fraction...?"

Nick's arms flail outwards and while he was almost expecting for the sudden surprise, he wasn't quite expecting this. "Ahh!" His yellow eyes light up in shock and his fedora slides down his plastic noggin and leaves all but one eye exposed. And quickly, Nick goes to regain his own composure.

"Sorry if I scared you there." Nick reaches a hand up to fix his fedora. "It wasn't my intention, nor do I mean you any harm. Though perhaps I ought to start out my greetings with, I come in peace." He does his best to smile it off the best a man with a plastic face can.

"Yes. Worlds. Different dimensions to be exact. Now how it works, even I wouldn't be able to explain it. Though you've lost me. A fraction, what's a fraction?"

Tae shook her head, trying to do her best to get used to the world around her. Her eyes lit up, cheeks tinted a little pink (if she could be any more pink) and laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry I freaked out, I've never seen anyone like you in my world," she starts, and realizing that it can be taken wrongly, she adds further, "N-not that it's a bad thing!!"

She sighs, and upon hearing his response, her heart sinks. "That sounds like something I wouldn't be able to comprehend..." she tries her best to warp herself around the idea of different dimension. It's hard a hard concept to wrap herself around, and it's kind of something that she can definitely get some more information about. "That's okay...I'm pretty sure I'll get it sooner or later...I'm still kind of in shock, I suppose."

But wait, that's not the most important thing--he hadn't heard of fractions? Eh?

"Wait, you've never heard of fractions? Eh? "Are you not familiar with colours? In my world, there are two major fractions, one is the Print Fraction, and one is Digital Fraction..." she pauses a bit, trying to think of the best way to describe fractions to the best of her ability. "Um, you're not born with a colour, are you? Everyone has a colour and whatever colour they're born with defines the fraction they belong in."

"Never saw anyone like you before either, and that becomes a bit of a thing to get used to in a place like this." Nick stands there, and he tries to explain in the friendliest manner he can. Turning his neck around, Nick takes in the plaza and the people that have been strolling around. And this is the one place he doesn't seem to stand out in, as there are other mechanical beings that call this place home.

His neck turns back and he looks back to her with the same plastic smile. "Or maybe a magic portal to a magical world might be more up your alley, kiddo. Now why don't we find you a seat, and maybe a glass of water."

And nope, Nick never heard of that kind of fraction before. "Course I know colors." Digital colors alas never amounted to much back home. "Well, I suppose, I'd belong to a Print Fraction. And I was made, not born, though I guess." He holds his hand up and he waggles his metal skeleton fingers. "Though of course seeing in color, I would be colors or a variety of them."

She smiles, although inwardly berating herself on the speech manner earlier. She doesn't deny the fact that she can run her mouth a tiny bit, but seeing that it hasn't done any massive damage, she's pretty sure she's ok. He's being friendly, and that's a hint that she's okay, and definitely haven't hit any hard strings with anyone. She relaxes, and puts a bigger smile on her face. The way that he speaks, though, seems to her like new blood is rather common, if it becomes a thing to get used to. "I guess it's common to see new faces here then, huh?"

She giggles at the thought of a magic portal. Of course, it seems a little out of the ordinary, and even with her world, it's not usually common to come by a portal of all things, but she's heard things. "Hey, that sounds like fun!" She might as well try, right? Anything is helpful, now. Plus, it's not a crime to have a bit fun now, is it? "How do I find myself a seat?" Does one usually say stuff like this? Maybe it's also common to find chairs just randomly?

Or perhaps a metaphor?

But that's not what catches her attention, but the things he says afterwards--"you know colours?" She's pretty shocked, a person who knows colours, but not fractions. She's never heard of such a thing, but perhaps it's one of those people who don't have fractions. Or is that not a thing--she knows far too little about her own world, and it's a little strange, the more she talks to this person, the more she feels like something is amiss in her own world. Has the creators really held back in giving the knowledge to the people? She's not sure, but she's certain that things like this doesn't come around very often--she'll have to take it as it comes.

"You were made? How does that work?" She pauses--did she overstep her boundaries? "I mean, I'm not sure how...that works..."

Nick never really asked how seats appeared at random; he figures it was someone who went multiversal dumpster diving and brought seats each time a new comer arrived in the Nexus. "Magic?" It sounds like a good way to explain things that can't be explained, at least it seems to work that way when trying figure out an explanation for how things work in the Nexus.

And then finally it hits Nick, and he ahs. "It is a bit of a figure of speech. But there are plenty of chairs and couches to sit on. As for your answer about colors. Yeah, I know colors."

He holds his hand up. "Red, blue, purple, green, yellow..." He lowers each finger as he spouts off a color. "But nope, we don't have anything digital back where I come from."

"In my experience, maps are often of little use in the Nexus."

A thin Asian man watches the monochromatic woman fretting about the plaza with vague concern on his face the longer she seems to struggle. It won't take him too long to approach and offer his assistance.

"Where are you trying to go? Perhaps I can help?"

She turns around, facing the source of the voice. This man doesn't seem too bad, she supposes, and he has offered to help, too. A smile makes its way to her face.

"Ah, maps aren't of any help?" She sighs. It's a good thing she didn't end up drawing a map, but still, it's a little daunting at the moment, and this situation doesn't seem to be any less worrisome. "Ah, thank you--!"

She thinks for a moment, then continues on. "I'm trying to go to the main building of the Print Fraction." She's hopeful, maybe he has heard of it? Or maybe he's part of her fraction, too? "Do you know where I can go to get to the main path again? I'm kind of late for a meeting that I'm supposed to go to." Because otherwise, they'll have her head...

He certainly seems to favor the warmer hues with reddish brown hair, red tinted sunglasses and a red button up shirt underneath his subdued grey suit. However, the powers this human possesses are not dependent on the hue he was born under but something else within the core of his being.

"Well, you see, the Nexus rearranges itself frequently. Places that people frequent tend to be more stable, as many minds know what the place is and where it should be. However, lots of lesser traveled locales may shift and move around or be replaced by new entities entirely. So while the corner shop you like may still exist from one day to the next, it may be on the opposite corner as it was the last time you were here. That sort of scenario is very common."

And because of that, unfortunately, a map of the Nexus is only so useful. It can lay out general zones, but nothing more detailed.

"The...Print Fraction?" He tilts his head to the side, clearly never having heard of this before. "Are...you a journalist? Is it a paper company?"

She puts a finger to her chin in contemplation, this is rather interesting information that sh's being given, and yet, it seems like it will get her a while to actually soak it in, considering the cultural dissonance, almost, considering how different her own world is compared to this one. A world that changes place from day to day, huh, that's going to be a pain to navigate. She's having trouble navigating this place, let alone having to prepare for an almost different layout for the place every day.

What a grand way of giving a girl a massive headache, Nexus. "That's not very helpful, then," she starts, and though she's referring to the world in general, she adds, to clarify, "Nexus seems like a world that likes to confuse its habitants, then." She's got to take a good hold on the situation, and despite feeling overwhelmed, she'll have to take the reins on this thing sooner or later. "Thank you, though." She's going to have to deal with it when the day comes.

But seriously, what is that he's saying, though? "Um, what's a journalist?" She's not sure what that is, and careers and jobs are kind of...different over there. It makes her world seem almost archaic, but modern things are not things that she knows. She knows what a journal is, she knows people who keep one for fun, but this... hmm. She's going to have to take leap of faith and go with her gut. "Is it a person who keeps a journal?" And then, another stab in the dark, "a paper company?"

They colour things, but this seems to be different than what she's thinking about. "Like a company made of paper?" Does that even make sense? Probably not.

"It...does take some getting used to, admittedly." Where are his manners? The man straightens up and offers a polite bow after a moment's pause. "I apologize, my name is Katsuya Suou. I should have said as much sooner."

"A...uhm." The universal translator may allow for people to understand each other's words, but it doesn't conveniently translate unknown concepts. "A person who researches current events and publishes those stories in a newspaper. That's a paper company. They make copies of the daily news. Regional, world. So the masses know what's happened from day to day."

She clearly is not one if she doesn't know what they are.

"What sort of company is your Print Fraction? What do they do?"

His manners triggers her own surprise--yes, she's surprised at herself for not introducing herself before asking for help. "Ah, you don't have to apologize, mister Katsuya." she waves her hand apologetically, "I'm Tae."

The explanation is quite informative, and she feels like she had learned something new. "I see! We have something similar, but not in paper format." She smiles, thinking about the way communication is set in her world, it's kind of strange, having most messages sent in colour, and since most objects are animated when colour is given to them, it's sort of like...temporary pets, almost. "We assign messages to objects and deliver them that way. Then everything else country-wide is assigned on a board where everyone can see it."

The thought of using her power to spread colour to something in this world seems almost strange to her, considering how colourful this Nexus is, and it almost feels like someone else has taken control of the place, already. To her, it feels almost like a sensory overload, and it's quite ironic, considering how her own own is dominated by colour.

"Eh? Company?" She looks a little confused, still. "It's not a company, kind of like..." how does one explain fraction? "Um, kind of like a group of people who is born with with the same colour, they belong in a certain group." She considers her words carefully, because wow, innate knowledge is quite hard to explain. "The Print Fraction is made up of people who are born with Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and Key colours. You can think of it as a country with certain types of people? Only people with those colours make up a fraction."

She pauses for a moment, then continues. "We give colour to objects in our world that are Monotonous--black and white. and we try to keep peace within our own fraction. Most people are regular people born with a normal amount of one colour in them, and they're sort of like...common people in our world. They make up a lot of our population. We're just everyday people who are partial embodiment of a colour."

Well, at least Tae isn't the only one confused here. Though Katsuya is better than most at adapting to culture shock. Once you've fought and killed an Lovecraftian Eldritch God, everything else kind of seems a whole lot easier to accept in terms of other kinds of reality.

There's a demon realm just parallel to his own that can bleed over, why shouldn't there be a race of people who...communicate...and...live? According to colors. Is that innate racism? Is it really his business to ask? Unsure, and definitely not. Best to just accept it for face value.

"I...see." Sort of. Maybe. He's not questioning it, at least. "As you can see, people from my world come in a variety of colors. We choose which ones to wear, but they are not a part of us. Though that isn't to say we are not without our...unique skills."

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Tae watches with curiosity, as Katsuya explains, her interest piques even further. So, many other worlds also have colours as part of their life, but seems like, according to Katsuya, they're not as dominating as her world, as it governs every bit of her world. She doesn't deny that there have been people who have shunned other people because of their mixed colour, but coming from a world with colour as a dominating factor, it seems to be the norm. Nobody really opens to say horrible things about people who are mixed colours, but it's very obvious in the way these people are treated.

She doesn't dwell on that, and speaks her mind, obviously intrigued by the newfound information. "Oh?" She isn't aware that other people have powers, too, and though normal people from her world are born with innate powers, it's not like they can use it excessively like the dyaes, but it goes to show that other people have innate abilities, too. "What kind of skills?" She inquires curiously, but then, a pause and a thought, "if you don't mind sharing, that is."

"I suppose that would depend on what sort of world they come from. On my world, we are much more dependent on technology to further humanity's goals, but my world is also in a very unstable place that is threatened by creatures not of my plane."

There's a bit of a light blue glow to the ground underneath the man's feet as he speaks. For just a brief second, a pair of golden eyes apppears to stare at Tae from over the officer's shoulder.

"People like myself fight those creatures."

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She's not sure she likes the sound of that, and if that sort of thing is present in her own world, it would become bad, really fast. She's pretty sure the people would panic and become frantic with that sort of thing, especially if there were strange creatures in plain sight for everyone else to see. "That...doesn't sound too good," she starts, and then adds, because what is context, really. "The creatures, I mean..."

She doesn't get a chance to think too much when she's witnessing something strange--maybe for her, but nonetheless, she's sure she's seeing something. With colours blaring out at her like sirens when they appear, no matter how fast they come and go, she's able to catch it. She considers this a gift, and though the blue glow stays, the golden doesn't, but she doesn't comment. What he says after answers some of her questions.

"That's amazing!" She claps excitedly, "can you show me more?"

"It's not. The concentration and activity of such creatures has gone down considerably in the last few years. We succeeded in driving back the source of the disturbance. However, it's probably not possible to completely drive out the demons from our world now that the barrier between the planes has been breached."

Katsuya looks down at one hand. Stretches it out in front of Tae. It's actually quite difficult for him to manifest his Persona like this in small and non-threatening ways. He's not the most magically apt of his kind. He had always been more geared toward defensive skills and raw brute force.

After a long moment of silent concentration the blue light brightens. Those eyes appear again as well as a ghostly shadow of a hand. It extends one claw over Katsuya's own hand before a tiny handheld flame appears in the palm of his hand.

The young woman sitting at a nearby computer terminal is meticulously copying something on the screen to an index card when she hears Tae's worried question. Peering up at the girl, she's immediately taken with the color of her hair. It makes her feel a little drab in comparison, despite the pretty floral scarf she has tied around her neck.

"Hello? Do you need some help?" She sets down her pen. "Where are you trying to get to?"

A friendly face! And voice! Relief settles with her as she makes her way over to to the nearby computer terminal. She offers a smile to the friendly face.

"Hello!" She manages a little wave, "I would really like some help--I'm trying to get back to my Fraction building...?" How does one put it in a way that doesn't sound strange? She's sure she missed a turn before, "the Print Fraction?" She pauses, trying to find a way to explain it without seeming strange. "The building where everyone meets at?"

She's looking rather hopeful, and in a situation like this, being pessimistic about it won't help anyone, "Are you familiar with it?"

Adia listens with an earnest, helpful expression, but unfortunately she does not know of a Print Fraction. "I'm sorry... I don't know where that is. You're in a place called the Nexus. Most people end up here accidentally, at first."

Remembering what it was like to be lost and confused, she smiles sympathetically and offers the girl a nearby seat. "Do you remember passing through a door or a portal? That's how some people arrive here. Most are able to get back home if they retrace their steps."

Her expression drops, and the hopefulness she had earlier seemed to have evaporated. She sighs, but keeps her head up, not allowing herself to be discouraged. She'll find something, somewhere, hopefully, maybe. "That's okay. I just thought everyone was familiar with the place because that's where I'm from."

Nexus, though, it doesn't sound familiar, and it makes sense, too, considering how foreign it is for her to be here. She ponders on the thought, and gives a thoughtful nod, understanding a bit. "Accidentally, huh? I might have accidentally taken a wrong turn, then."

The more she thinks about it, the more it made sense, obviously that's how it happened, right? "I was supposed to cross through the alleyway into the main building of my fraction, but I might have taken a wrong turn. But it's strange," she gives that a thought, "I don't recall being able to go back, though, because there's nothing for me to go back to." It seems to be the norm, now.

"I'm so lost and so confused."

The girls' story is similar to many others. A wrong turn here, a misstep there, and suddenly they are in the Nexus with no obvious way of returning home. "Oh... it'll be okay. Here, sit down..." She gestures to the seat next to her again and gives the girl a reassuring look. "I ended up here the same way. I was on a ship, and I went down the wrong corridor and suddenly I was here. But I made it back to the ship. I'm sure in a little while you'll have found your... Print Fraction? That's what you called it?"

It probably would help if the girl knew more about the Nexus... Adia looks around, but she doesn't see any of the informational pamphlets nearby. Darn. "You're in the Nexus, it's like an intersection of different realities. I think you'll meet a lot of people who haven't heard of where you're from, but that's okay. Nobody has heard of where I'm from, either."

Tae nods, and takes a seat next to the girl, listening to her talk about her own experiences. She seems to have done all right, and it seems like going home is an option amongst others, but not at the current moment. The reassuring tone she has makes Tae feel a little better, and the prospect of going back home is something she looks forward to doing soon. "I hope so, too."

Being in a place like this does fray her nerves a little, but nothing she can't handle after hearing the dark haired girl's explanation. "I guess we can bond over having no one knowing where we come from, right?" It does soothe her a little, despite sounding like an offhanded remark, but there is a part of her that feels better that there is someone she can bond with over such predicaments--part of her despises that, though, but in a situation like this, she's got to take what she's got and hold on to it. "Um, sorry if it sounds like an offhanded remark." She bites her lip sheepishly, "I'm Tae, by the way."

Tae, come on. She responds with another smile of her own. "What's your world like? If you don't mind me asking."

Adia shakes her head, not offended in the slightest. "It's fine. Most of the people here are from a planet called Earth. People like us are far less common, it's a fine thing to bond over." She smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Tae. My name's Adia."

Tae's question makes her pause and shift a little in her seat. Her world is long gone, destroyed by genocidal robots, but that's such an awful story to drop onto someone that she's just met. Better to talk about how things were before. "It was a planet called Leonis, one of twelve colonies. It was famous for its wine and its wide, verdant plains. It was beautiful there... we grew a lot of flowers."

She smiles, content with the newfound information and newfound friend. She soaks in the information, letting it sink in for a bit. "Earth, huh?" Of course it's foreign to her, but she's not closed to new possibilities. Maybe one day, she can visit this Earth that Adia is talking about, and explore a little beyond her boundaries. She decides, and notes to herself that she will have to wait a decade or so, after she steps down as the dyae. She's excited for it, nonetheless. "That sounds interesting! Maybe I'll visit Earth one day." A pause. "It's nice to meet you too."

Though she notices the shift, she decides not to question it. She's quite keen on learning more things, and as Adia talked about her world, it gets her to wonder about all the possibilities and things that she can explore, and even find. Things aren't all the same around the universe, and despite being from different worlds, she notes, beauty doesn't seem to change much. Or maybe, she's just being a little too romantic. She opts for the former.

"Wow, that sounds beautiful indeed." She often thinks back to her own definition of beauty, and the land dominated by vibrant colours definitely seems to fit the ideal image. She pauses for a bit, then proceeds, "what's are colonies?" Is it something similar to her world's fractions? Hmm, interesting.

"It's a wonderful planet. I've been a few times. It exists in my universe, but we haven't found it yet."

She smiles, glad that her description of Leonis made a a positive impression on Tae. Perhaps the world she is from isn't so different... but she rethinks that assumption when asked what colonies are. "Ah, well... in my universe, human life originated on a planet called Kobol. There were twelve different tribes -- groups of people -- living on the planet. There was some sort of disastrous event and the tribes evacuated, eventually settling on twelve different planets. We called them colonies. There was a thirteenth tribe, too, but they left before everyone else and founded a colony called Earth."

It sounds like something akin to her own world, except at a much larger scale. Although unlike the situation at home, there is no leaving of any of the fractions, and she doesn't even think that it would be possible, given the circumstances. Everyone does abide the law, and no one tries to undermine anyone else, at least, that's what she is told. Maybe other worlds have more freedom, but what is freedom to a girl who doesn't understand what freedom is? Perhaps Tae is narrow-minded that way, but even terms like that is a little more foreign to her. In cases like disasters, though, she considers, probably is good that people leave in order to be safe. Seems like a smart thing to do. Now, why doesn't her world have that kind of evacuation process?

"Wow, that must have been terrible...the disaster.." She thinks about her own disasters at home, and how the people dealt with that kind of thing. Do people just blindly sacrifice themselves for the better good? "Was there a way to save the planet...Kobol?"

"Ah, I don't think so." She shrugs apologetically, wishing she had more detailed information. "This all happened thousands of years ago. The only written record we have of what happened is a religious text called the Sacred Scrolls and it isn't the most accurate..."

If Tae doesn't know what colonies are, explaining that the Sacred Scrolls can't be taken literally, that they are merely an allegory or metaphor for whatever really happened, is not going to be easy. Maybe it'd be best to learn about her world a little more, to see where this pink-haired girl is coming from. "What about you, what's your world like?"

"What are you going to do now..."

The murmuring echo of the pink girl's question comes from a man in tatty scholar's robes, an equally shabby brown suit and tie underneath them. His eyes are somewhat tired, almost vacant, looking in Tae's direction with a certain lack of focus. But at least he's wearing (an equally) tired smile. Though said eyes are looking from behind the iron bars of a tall, hexagonal cage around his head, rings hanging from some sides of its ornate top.

"One could always...stop? And consider your options. No need to lose your head about it."

She stops and stares. This is definitely not a sight that she sees often, or at all. She's not super reserved about approaching this person, but she doesn't hesitate to respond with a sad pout. Stopping seems like something akin to giving up, and she's got things to do. She really doesn't have a lot of time to sit around and twirl her thumbs in an attempt to think.

"Sorry," she starts, "I'm late for a meeting, though." Her explanation is short, and maybe? suffice, but she's not the judge of that. She might even be booted off the list without realizing her dream of becoming the dyae for her and her brother. Maybe? Just maybe she's a little unhappy with the turn of events.

"It's very important to me.."

"Ohh, a meeting." Micolash seems to perk up just slightly, eyes finding proper focus and his posture a few degrees more alert. "Meeting with whom? And where?"

Perhaps in an attempt to give a bit more concrete advice, the man lifts one hand, two fingers pointing downward and moving to imitate legs. "Have you tried, ehm. Retracing your steps...?"

She nods, and considers the answer carefully. "Um, meeting with the other," she pauses, "ambassadors of fractions, I guess." She tries her best to describe it in a manner that wouldn't confuse other people, and considering how they call it back home, ambassador was thrown around a few times, so she's pretty sure it's safe to use at this point. "We meet at the..." her words trail off, as she's not even sure where she's supposed to meet them, but she just knows that it's an instinct, instinct to know where it is. No one has outwardly pointed out to her, and she's sure that the information is in her mind, but only in a pathway leading to the location. "We meet at a meeting hall, I guess..."

She thinks for a moment on what he said, and she nods. "I have tried looking back? But there's only a dead end, and I don't think I can walk through walls..." Even with her powers, it's difficult to move walls without destroying them.

The choice of word, 'fractions', that prompts a slow tilt of the head to one side and one slow, sleepy blink. Interesting. Brings to mind the notion of fractals, shapes and patterns swirling every outward, repeating and branching into infinity. Dwelling on this a moment or two brings a dreamy smile to Micolash's face, eyes again losing focus briefly.

But then he recalls he's in the process of conversation, and an attempt to be helpful at that. Eyes training on the pink-haired woman once more, the scholar steeples his fingers thoughtfully. "Maybe you've slipped past the mortal coil...?"

Which is to say 'maybe you're dead'. This suggestion isn't said with sadness or worry, however. Micolash continues to smile serenely as he presents this theory.

Stefan was just casually walking around the plaza after checking out a few of the stores surrounding the place(a bookstore, a record store and a little bar), when he hears the bemoaning of a lack of map coming from what seems to be a newcomer. He felt sympathy having unexpectedly came here hours ago and feeling lost at first himself. He wasn't sure how helpful he'll be though cause of that little fact but he knows that no excuse to not try be helpful in some way.

"Nice hair you have there," He complimented as he walks up to the girl, "Looks nice. And as for the map thing, coming from a guy that might have gotten magically sent here, not entirely sure on that, only just a few hours ago...I get the feeling a map won't be too helpful here." He finishes apologetically, a map would've be nice but you just had to make do with a place like this. "Sorry."

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Tae offers the stranger a smile, despite looking a little more sheepish than usual. Time has ticked by a little too fast for her, and she's feeling the mental effect of time on herself. The twist in her stomach doesn't go away, and she's definitely trying her best to deal with the situation. This man looks friendly, and she doesn't herself up as being unfriendly, despite the odds.

Upon hearing the comment about her hair, she gives him a more genuine smile. If there is one thing she likes a lot, it's that her hair is really, really pink. And she really enjoys pink on most things. "Thank you." She responds, happy that it has caught someone's attention, at least. And she's glad someone is helping her out. "I see," she starts, "please don't worry. Thank you. " She'll have to deal with no map, but like the stranger says, it's really not of much help, it seems. She's glad she didn't draw a map, then, although a map from her world would have been of even less help. She's trying, at least.

"I guess I'll have to figure out things by myself."

"You're welcome. I was told this is the Nexus where a bunch of world and realities meet up or something like that at least, definitely not my expertise. My name's Stefan by the way." Stefan said with light chuckle, "Yeah, I've been doing that myself. I felt pretty lost at first...I was heading to the bar I own in my world and the next thing I know, I'm suddenly here." Stefan elaborated with a casual laugh, gesturing to the ground to emphasize what he said at the end.

Information like that is quite useful, and she's quite interested in this Nexus world. It seems like, according to Stefan's explanation, this place could lead back to her own world, considering how it brought her here in the first place, but she's probably got to find the place--like saying the magic word at the right time, right place. Or something.

"Oh, I see! Don't worry about it, I'll find it eventually," she's hopeful now, and she'll do her best to find her way back home. Given what Stefan said, it should be interesting. It seemed like it was pretty depressing, hopeful words are enough to perk her up to her normal self. "Hello Stefan," she offers a bigger smile at this point, "I'm Tae."

She nods, "maybe it would be good if we band together to find the place where we can go back home."

Stefan smiles friendly back, it didn't take too long for him to agree to teaming up. Two heads are better than one especially when it comes to finding a way back home, "Hello Tae nice to meet, pretty name." Stefan compliment.

He gave a small nod to her offer after just giving it a second of thought, "Yeah I think that'll be a good idea, be quicker too if we worked together. I just wouldn't know where to start looking." Stefan admits with a soft apologetic laugh.

"What's your world like Tae?" Stefan asks out of genuine curiosity. A part of him does hope her world is less depressing than the post apocalyptic world he came from.

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