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"Right, a 'witchy' vibe...maybe you'll be able to get a more fitting hat in one of the bigger cities around here? Once I was done checking around these less populated areas, I was probably gonna try the capital. Sure to be lots more cool stuff there." She posits her idea to the excitable...

Aroda looks between the two as they answer in their own ways, saying different things, and also not really absolving any of her confusion at all. Growing even more concerned as this happens and Azykia takes her hand, she asks, a bit worried, "Whacked...I got hit? I was...being strange? ...Was I...

Aroda, for her part, continues to sit there, blue circles slowly spinning in her eyes, as clearly something has gone wrong...as the two others correctly surmised. The silence of her staring quietly forward with a facsimile of a buffering icon displaying in her eyes, is occasionally broken by the...

Aroda...went along with the pace of this strange man as he showed them a path out of the danger wheat and back into a town. She did have to wonder about his strange name, and his strange explanation of it, and his overall being quite strange, but that could wait until they'd had a moment of...

Aroda nods at the Azykia as she mentions also being in a state of existence most commonly referred to as 'American'. "I kinda figured. Though I think I'd probably guess anyone without a foreign accent or broken English is American? I've only met like, one person who had a noticeable...

🤔 hello? does it work between breaks?

"I...see." She sighs ever so lightly, propping her head on her hand as Celestine explains her 'backstory', then looking to Azykia and chuckling a bit as she explains hers. "Right. And this star was going through life, in a state of existence most starcalled would describe as 'American', before...

"Huh? No, it's...WD-40's..." She pauses with a cocked head, wondering...does she not know what it is, or did she really think magia need WD-40? Either one is...not ideal. She supposed she'd just have to cover her bases. "WD-40's like, a lubricant, for metal and stuff...you know, in the...

"Well, I wish I could say I was familiar with my weapon already, but I was never really a gun person. Suppose I could always start, though...get some target practice outside the game, heh. She says, partially joking, but she did really think about it. It wouldn't be a bad idea to own a gun...

Aroda hesitates a bit before offering a hand, but she does accept the shake, extending her metallic hand and gripping the other girl's hand lightly, just to be safe. Didn't wanna squash any soft, delicate hands. "Nice to meet you, Juni. I'm Aroda. Not really sure how you can shorten that, hah."...

The worry in her eyes disappears. For the most part. Kendo, while it wasn't exactly common - at least where she was from - also wasn't all that strange, either. As far as Aroda knew, it was like...Asian fencing, with bigger sticks. Not like practicing with real swords, or anything. "Oh, so...

Aroda a smiles a 'but you eat ice cream every day' kind of smile. "Yeah, I can still smell things. With food that smells good, it does a good job making it more disappointing when I can't taste it." She half sighs, half laughs, not wanting to completely drag down the atmosphere here. She...

Aroda's neutral expression falters into disappointment only for a moment as the newly named Celestine brings up eating, too. Unfortunately it wasn't something she really thought of as a leisure activity. At least in the game, since everything tasted like wet cardboard. Of course, she doesn't let...

Aroda didn't always have time to sit - or rather lay - down and play this game, and when she did, she usually just spent her time however she liked, exploring, wandering, learning, and talking to strangers and passersby, whether they were players or not. This time though, she'd decided to put...

Aroda's smile brightens a bit as friend request are received, exchanged, accepted, all that good stuff. It really was good to have more contacts, in such a strange game as this. "Alright, thanks! Looking forward to...maybe working together, in the future. It might be some time before I ever get...

Aroda gives the both of them a troubled, uncomfortable stare, before shrugging sluggishly. "If you guys insist on a bathhouse, for whatever reason...then, yeah, I guess it's not our real- er, 'original' bodies...but these metal limbs probably look strange with nothing covering them." She says...

Aroda blinked. What...the hell is this guy's deal? It may have been an internal question, but it was written all over her face, too. It sounded to her like he had more trouble believing that the game could...count...than believing the game could kill him. And he treated the idea of his own...

"I see..." Aroda nods slowly, putting some thought mainly into Solaria's latter comments, about magitech, and about alchemy. "Well, I guess you could say my ideas about magitech are somewhat similar to yours about alchemy. I hadn't really considered commercializing it, but I thought it would...

Aroda sits there, flabbergasted, trying to shield herself from rain as this newcomer goes on...and on...and, "Sure, okay, just-" Then the girl pulls some strange magic, and Aroda...stops getting wet? She examines herself a moment, not adjusting the umbrella's position as she tries to figure...

She backed a bit further away, as she started to look around - both to see if there was more wheat monsters, and to see which way to go that doesn't include a wheat monster. Since she'd, kind of like to continue forward. Hearing what the stranger said, she had the pretty obvious idea of where to...