<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><span style="font-family:Amaranth">The two partners had been discussing possible strategies to begin their search for the artifacts besides waiting for Marina to have any premonitions of the objects' locations when a young man came flying towards their direction. Marina watched as the man bounced across the grass and into a tree that was a few feet away from where they were standing. Cain had reached out to grab Marina's wrist protectively, his empty eyes trailing behind the shadow in his vision until he heard it crash into what he presumed was a tree. He allowed his hand to release his Priestess' wrist, but it still floated close enough if he needed to take action.<br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"Who is it, Priestess?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"It seems to be a male, Cain. To be honest, he looks like Prince Noctis to an extent, albeit seemingly more clumsy than the latter. I am guessing someone from atop the hill knocked him down here, but that is only a guess."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Marina watched with curiosity as the tree faded from existence, crystals falling onto the stranger's lap. This world was just as magical as their home, though the materials familiar to them usually glowed blue to alert any passerby. If there were similarities like this between the world they once inhabited and their current location, Marina wondered what else they would find that connected to their home. Maybe this plane of existence was a mixture of all the inhabitants' worlds, altered into a magical state.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Hi"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Marina waved politely back at the man, a neutral smile gracing her closed lips. They had no idea what the past of these people included; whether their had a peaceful existence or were as malicious as the God of War. While they should be suspicious of these strangers, Marina felt that having an air of acceptance would help in possibly finding people to help them find the artifacts. It could be that they all have different quests to return to their home worlds, but the partners were only concerned with their own agenda.<br/>
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And yet, Marina would be the one to lend a hand to a stranger to help them in their own endeavors. As the Priestess of the "Six," Marina was tasked with offering her guidance and prayer to any of the Gods' children. No matter how evil or conniving the person was, they all deserved a prayer from the woman who should never judge. Despite how much vigor she put into fighting against the war, Marina still offered kindness to those on the opposite side of her agenda.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Hello there, sir. Are you alright? You hit the tree pretty hard right there."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">While Marina focused on Jason, Cain looked towards more shadows moving into his vision, one meandering down the hill towards the other that had hit the tree. His overprotective monster was rearing its head at the amount of people approaching them, trained into him after years of assassination and kidnapping attempts. He was literally a blind man in an unknown world; despite being able to vaguely see shadowy shapes, it was possible that there would be objects he could not recognize through sight, smell, or volume. Cain felt like he once did when he first lost his sight:<br/>
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Worried, desperate, worthless.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"I don't assume you're also trying to be the world's best chef? Nice to meet you-- I'm Russel, Russel Weiss."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"I am already one of the best chefs in the world on my home planet, Weiss. Pretending to be "the best" would be attempting to turn into a lie for myself and for the people."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Gentle fingers ran along the top of Cain's hand, Marina smiling up at him and his thorny nature. He wasn't a fan of strangers and struggled to formulate an attempt at a respectful attitude like she did. Very often, she would be left to most of the talking, but she enjoyed forcing Cain to step out of his boundaries and return to how he was before becoming blind. At least, that is what she hoped pushing him would do.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Dear sister, I know you're so deeply in love with me but could you stop doing that? I'm assuming we all were reincarnated? Are we from the same place then?"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Cain noticed the shadow in front of him turn into more of a blob, two shadows joined together from his sister appearing into the conversation. Marina shook her head at Russel, calming fingers still running across Cain in efforts to soothe him, noticing that there would be more newcomers quite soon.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"We are most definitely not from the same place, sir. Not only is the attire wildly different comparing you and I, you do not seem to be individuals from a more-than-unusual magical land. However, my Guardian and I were reincarnated, yes."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Both Marina and Cain's eyes flicked over to what seemed to be the last two newcomers. Marina could see a cloaked man and a daemon-like figure. Cerulean eyes stared at the woman approaching them, her grip tightening with mistrust. While Cain had focused more-so on the man that had begun to speak, Marina's grasp coaxed him into turning his head at the other individual. She was a blob with a tail and odd tips atop her head, from what he could tell.<br/>
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A daemon.<br/>
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Immediately pulling out his daggers, Cain pointed one at the female daemon speaking to them, foggy eyes unwavering and firm. He was unsure as to why a daemon would be reincarnated in this place, a filth he had escaped for only a few moments from him homeland. And now he knew they permeated these lands, another threat to his Priestess.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"I suggest you step no closer, daemon. We are not interested in your kind, and would sooner kill you if you dare to try anything."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">The priestess that desperately wanted to throw away her mistrust for these strangers was gone, replaced by the woman who sacrificed herself to end the war between humans, the army, and the daemons. Her eyes rivaled the frost that dominated her Mother's, stepping away from the daemon and from the group until she deemed the space great enough, Cain remaining in front of her after moving.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Looks like I'm not the only one dead because of godly fuck ups, am I right?"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Smiling frostily at the cloaked man, her eyes still trained on the blue daemon, Marina held her eternal daisy close to her, as if it were a charm to ward off evil and corruption. She did not care about these people's pasts, presents, or futures, especially if they were not from her home planet. Not when one of them consorted with a disgusting daemon.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"It seems not, sir. It is unfortunate that your Gods would so willingly reincarnate filth as well."<br/>
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"While I would say it is a pleasure to meet you all, that would make me a liar. My name is Marina Leuconoe of the planet Eos, Priestess of the Six Astral Titans, Daughter of the Goddess Shiva. This is Cain Rocio, Guardian of the Priestess."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"Hello, humans and daemon."</span></span>