Oh, that thing with all the strange vehicle things that were so much fun to ride and all the tasty foods and fun games.
Grinning at the fond memory, she nodded enthusiastically.
Wait, what was she talking about?
Oh, right, all of the different nationalities. She must mean the people who are speaking all of the different languages. Yes, she remembered her father saying that different countries spoke different languages.
She wondered if they all had different idioclsyncrasies, a word she heard her father say meant characteristics, for her to observe.
"Да, я с нетерпением жду, соблюдая все разных национальностей."
<Yes, I look forward to observing all of the different nationalities.>
:Hearing Vicka's question he spoke up.:
"Around the center. Where the main power of our great land, is forged."
:Took a moment to look at his arm with that statement.:
:And yes, he was not looking for mates, rather allies. Looking over again. Wonders when they will be sent out.:
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Rising from his seat, Joaquin once again approached Wisteria. Despite lacking the flashier attire of the others, he still must have been a strange sight to see with his weathered coat and bandaged face contrasting his highly polished and maintain armor beneath.
"Do you have any research material on the Titan site I can look over?"
He only knew the basics of the mountain range and for a mission like this, any information of the terrain and on those who might live near there would be vital.
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Clakim glanced over tpwarda the woman who was leading this expedition briefly, before looking back at Bora, asking, "Hey, you catch what she was babbling about? I mean she spoke in two languages, and I still wasn't payi-,"
That was when she hit him. Playfully. Asked if he wanted to go a few rounds. Clakim smirked dangerously. "Y'know, I'm always up for a rumble or two, Bora. Hadn't had a real workout in a good while," he said, beginning to flex his right arm, which held the larger of his pincers. "What say after all this adventuring, we..." Clakim trailed as what appeared to be a human....child (?) approached them, apparently trying to hand something over to Bora.
"So..." Clakim frowned, eyeing the small squishy one. "Is that human a child or just really short? I literally cannot tell you the difference."
Aelia took a seat and looked around the room again, wondering if she should try talking to someone else. She momentarily considered going and talking to her fellow Demihumans Clakim and Bora, but they appeared angry and ill-tempered, possibly even moreso than Paris. Besides which, they looked to be speciests, and would probably not like the fact she was raised by 'squishies', a derogatory term for humans she'd heard speciest Demihumans call her parents in High Zoan.
Aelia wasn't stupid, she knew that there were plenty of Demihumans who'd think less of, maybe even hate her, for being raised by humans. Sighing, Aelia found herself wishing she'd just ignored the job request and stuck to exploring the wilds of Zoaheim with her parents.
"When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
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<"I'm surprised the Recruiters mentioned me at all, to be honest."> Stranger still was who they chose as a second. Not that she seemed wrong... She seemed very friendly, and she was obviously more than competent enough have passed their examinations. But she was quiet, and her manner was strange.. And like herself, she was a ... 'Halfbreed'.
"<I'm a human. I uh..."> She held up her right arm and showed her the gauntlet. <"I'm an Artificer."> She paused and considered how to word what she wanted to say next. She had figured out the girl was a Demihuman.. possibly. But she only had the markings to go off of.
<"So, you're a Demihuman, right?"> She asked softly, and in Elyssian, so that the others couldn't hear.
Noticing the lip curl however, she retracted the smile. <"But you don't seem to happy with that... term. I take it you've not been treated too well by those that know?"> She asked in the same manner as before.
She shook her head. "You'd think a mountain range that trisects the entire continent would be easy to get lost in, but unfortunately, a full fledged archaeological dig is hard to hide when the authorities are dead set on finding you. Either way, I'm sorry to say I don't know much more than you. I can say there is a risk of discovering some reactived Djinnoan technology. Hopefully nothing more dangerous than artifacts similar to ones some of you are carrying."
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She then looked seriously at the other woman, "You are Elyssa yet I sense not hate or fear. You talk to me as equal. That is strange."
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Despite the abuse the girl had said she'd made it into a University. That was pretty fantastic. And to add to it, she seemed more than happy to find herself here, around other Demihumans. <"Well I am glad you're happy to find yourself here."> She flashed a smile. <"I'm also somewhat relieved to find someone I can relate to, in my own language no less, joining me on this expedition.">
A moment of silence passes before something she'd been content to let slip until now caused her to say; <"Forgive me, but I don't seem to remember hearing your name..">
Paris had slipped away from the leaf-eaters and had begun to head back through the increasingly shrunk crowd. The gathered had all settled into groups neatly now, discussing what was to come, becoming familiar with the men and women and creatures they'd likely spend the next several weeks, or even months, with. Paris was different. He didn't see people he saw marks. He saw flaws from a distance, weaknesses to be exploited. Not that he wanted to, he couldn't help it. People were all the same; they had the same issues underneath, the same wants. Paris was different. He had no issues he wasn't aware of and attempted to improve. He had nothing to be exploited. Paris smiled as he strode forward. Ah yes, Paris of Swaeyris was so much more awake than the rest of these thralls. Hahaha. Hahaha. Hahaha.
Paris rammed head first into Clakim, his self-delusions stupidly blinding him as he walked. "Woaho sorry," Paris said, adjusting himself at the creature. "You speak Grannin mate? Names Snerson, Professor Stanuell Snerson Scumbag, Triple S Rockology."