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WELCOME TO KANSAI
Where are you? When are you? According to the smoggy sky above you, "noon" is a reasonable guess. You are in Dotonbori, though it may seem unwise to get closer to the bridge over the river or any iconic signs. Wandering past this single city block will be met by police robots, stopping your way with a hologram that claims you are on "probation" and will soon be given a "briefing", that the next robot scans and copies. There are human citizens in this area, at first simply stunned by your arrival and appearance. Over the minutes, though, they notice the information circulating on all sorts of holographic surfaces, and they begin chattering suspiciously about you.
The holographic surfaces aren't the only bright light in the city. You also find yourself experiencing glitches multiple times over these first few hours - parts of your body temporarily turning into bursts of color along with a burst of intense pain, or briefly losing awareness of yourself and coming back into focus a good few centimeters to the left, making an agonizing adjustment to sensory non-deprivation all over again. The other "Akudama" seem to be undergoing the same phenomenon of inexplicable sudden little changes in location. Akudama - that's what the citizens are calling you under their breath from the other side of the narrow alley street.
Want to bum a cigarette regardless? Hide in a karaoke booth and scream? Hey, you do you, buddy. Looks like nobody is coming to give you trouble just yet, unless you make it yourself. Maybe those "Gifts" some of you have will make sparks fly.
The holographic surfaces aren't the only bright light in the city. You also find yourself experiencing glitches multiple times over these first few hours - parts of your body temporarily turning into bursts of color along with a burst of intense pain, or briefly losing awareness of yourself and coming back into focus a good few centimeters to the left, making an agonizing adjustment to sensory non-deprivation all over again. The other "Akudama" seem to be undergoing the same phenomenon of inexplicable sudden little changes in location. Akudama - that's what the citizens are calling you under their breath from the other side of the narrow alley street.
Want to bum a cigarette regardless? Hide in a karaoke booth and scream? Hey, you do you, buddy. Looks like nobody is coming to give you trouble just yet, unless you make it yourself. Maybe those "Gifts" some of you have will make sparks fly.
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They both stick out like sore thumbs, even more so than some of the other Akudama Marcille has seen. Maybe that's why she's drawn to her - or maybe it's the scene she makes when she lashes out at the gossiping locals.
But what's with that tryhard, courtly way of speaking? She sounds like she's been trapped in the back of a palace her entire life.]
They'll probably talk about you more if you yell at them like that. [For people who look like they do, it's pretty much impossible to keep a low profile, but...]
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Futo looks at the other woman, then at the crowd, and then back at her. And then her shoulders hunch up, the spell fizzing out from her hands. Fine. She'll try not to engage. ]
I cannot sit and abide by defamation of my character. I did not choose to be taken here. Thou hadst no such wish either, ay?
And this--
[ This, uh. Everything. She doesn't even have the vocabulary to describe some of the things she's seen so far today. ]
I cannot reckon with such a setting.
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[What.]
I've never seen anything like this before. I thought I was trapped in some kind of illusion spell or a forced hallucination, but that's not really possible if the mind doesn't have some kind of reference for it, so...
[Marcille bites her thumb a little bit.] I hope those moving pictures aren't watching us somehow.
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Get caught? Charges? [ the hell is she talking about ]
Watching us? [ she shudders, but takes a look at one of the big screens and tries to remember what Sumireko had been trying to tell her about modern technology.
'One way only. Usually! Sometimes not. Don't think about it too hard. Cameras mean someone can see you, and you've seen a camera before, right?' ]
I...believe it is fine, but do take caution regardless.
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[Marcille places a hand to her chin, looking a little vexed.]
Though it looks like they sort of skipped that part. [That's even fewer proceedings than under elf law enforcement. Actually, no proceedings at all.]
Even if all those images are just some kind of moving portrait, it would be hard to hide ourselves from the people around here. [It seems like Futo might already be learning that.] They're all going to know who we are.
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[ that seems like a threat, but it comes out of her mouth sounding weary. When's the last time she committed a serious crime, anyway? Probably back before she became a hermit, so that was over a thousand years ago. ]
Though, perhaps thou art correct and no effort was made in the first place. How concerning.
Dost thou intend to hide, my lady?
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I don't know where I'd go. It's crowded here, so maybe I could slip into the crowd if I tried hard enough, but right now it doesn't seem like we can go very far.
And... [Her ears droop a little bit.] I think they'd see me if I tried. I'd need a disguise or invisibility, and I don't really know how well I could cast any of that.
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Thou art a spellcaster as well? [ hm ] I see. It appears we have little options, in that case. Quite kind of them.
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I am. [She gestures with Ambrosia, the staff's little twigs and leaves a little diminished from a lack of magical power in this new place.]
There are a lot of buildings, though. We could stay inside one long enough to get our bearings, but I'm sure someone would see us.