Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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Train Heartnet | Black Cat

[13th_hour]

I

Okay so Train had no idea what was going on but he'd been told he could find weapons over here? Not that anyone could replace his Hades, but if he could just find a gun he could probably make it work. For a little while. Maybe.

The important thing was that he needed a weapon. He felt weird not having one, like he had his shoe on the wrong foot or something (he didn't, he'd already checked). Anyway, he'd been on his way to find the blacksmith or whatever, but he'd been distracted by the smell coming from a food truck along the way. And he didn't have any money, just his luck, and without Sven there to pay for it... he was staring at the food and doing his best to look as pitiful as possible in hopes that some passerby or the people running the food truck would feed him before he starved to death.

The fact that his stomach was grumbling at the sight and smell of food only helped, right?

II

A flintlock. Train hadn't been expecting a good gun or anything, but even he might not be able to do anything with this. One way to find out, really... try it out.

The gun was loaded and ready to go, and Train frowned as he sighted down the barrel of the gun, pointing it at one of the targets in mid-range from him. Draw the hammer fully back, squeeze the trigger and...

A tiny piece from one side of the target got blasted off as he almost missed it entirely. Train stared incredulously at the target before glaring down at his weapon.

"Jeez! Can't I get a better gun from someone? This is worse than the one I had as a kid!"

I

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia was on her way to her job at the camera shop when she spotted the guy with the Sad Hungry Cat face on.

"Hey." Two and two were pretty easy to put together, and she reached into her pocket. "Still looking for a job? I know the residents here can be kind of weird about hiring people on the wrong day. They've ... been through a lot."

:3

[13th_hour]

Train looked up at the voice, shoulders going tense and defensive for a moment before he forced himself to relax. Even if she was going for a weapon he could always defend himself and run away, and it didn't sound like she was interested in attacking him.

"Woah! You surprised me!" he chirped brightly, to cover his jumpy reaction. "I'm a bounty hunter anyway, I was going to look for a job after I got a weapon. But I haven't eaten in a while, so..."

Obviously his stomach comes first, that's just logic.

[strangeandunusual]

"A bounty hunter?" She pulled her lips together in an expression that wasn't quite a frown. "I mean, we're all here to fight the Corrosion, so that's probably a good thing, but ... I don't know if there are any regular jobs for bounty hunters. But, here."

She reached into the deep pockets of her skirt and pulled out a black change purse, popping it open and shaking out a few Munny coins. "This should be enough to get you something here. And ... a couple of the places give out certain things for free, too, if you're an Apprentice."

[13th_hour]

"Well, yeah! I hunt down bad guys, you know how it is." He waved a hand in front of his nose, grinning cheerfully. If anyone told him how this world works, it completely went in one ear and out the other. "I can probably do odd jobs too, if there really aren't any bounties here... I'm sure it'll all work out!"

His eyes went wide and happy when she brought out the money. "Hey, thanks, lady! That's great to hear, and I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I get a job!"

[strangeandunusual]

"Lady, huh?" She smirked. "You can just call me Lydia, that's better. And don't worry about it. If I ever need someone to help me fight one of the Corroded, I'll just know where I can find some backup. How's that?"

[13th_hour]

"I'm Train!" He turned away briefly to loudly tell the worker what he wanted, accepting the weird breaded meat stick before he turned back to her. "You got yourself a deal, Lydia. I'm great in a fight, I guarantee it!"

He took a bite of the food. Not too bad... with his mouth full, he blithely asks, "So, what do you do around here?"

[strangeandunusual]

"Is that a nickname?" She'd never met anyone named Train, but it sounded neat. "I work at the camera store at the end of the street, but I'm training to be a sorcerer." The word came out sounding new and awkward. "I'm still getting used to saying that..."

II

[takeitsleazy]

Michael didn't have much experience with guns, but he had a feeling that he knew why this kid was having such a hard time with his.

"It's the magic," he said, coming up beside him. He had a small cardboard and plastic cylinder in one hand, the kind that held long fireplace matches. "It makes everything not work right. It took me three days to remember how to walk right, but that's ... I'm not human, so. That was its own ball of ... taxes? I think that's how it goes."

[13th_hour]

"Magic?" Train frowned down at the piece of junk he's holding in his hand. Magic was something he knew, at least a type of magic, but it didn't have anything to do with him.

He tilted his head to one side, looking curiously at this old guy as he lowered the gun. "I'm not a Taoist, though... wait, you're not human?"

[takeitsleazy]

"I don't think so," Michael replies. "At least, I know I wasn't before I got here. Now I'm not sure. The shift across the dimensions changed me, and I'm still figuring out exactly how. ... But last I checked, Taoists didn't do magic, they just ... practiced certain philosophies."