Character Meet and Greet: Boo to You~!

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i. Main Street USA: Daylight Hours
The citizens of Main Street greet the coming of fall in a big way! The entire main part of town is decorated in the colors of fall, carved pumpkins on every window ledge, balcony and stoop! Some are rather creative, ranging from The King himself to various spook-tacular versions. There are also plain pumpkins, squash and apples arranged in a rather decorative (and tasty) presentation outside the Opera House!

Enjoy yourselves as The Candy Palace begins to hand out small, caramel and spice covered apple slices. The smell of apple fritters, grilled apples and apple bacon float through the air. Enjoy the rather relaxed daylight hours...

ii.Main Street USA: After Dark

Because the moment the sun sets, and the lamps have been lit- the entire street takes on a strange and unsettling demeanor. The pumpkins glow a soft, red color and bats and black cats crawl around the shadowed corners. You might see several citizens wandering the streets-but look to hard and they will suddenly vanish before you can even greet them.

The stores are still open and the sweets and treats are still pouring; but! Beware of happy haunts~!

iii. Yo ho, yo ho a Pirates life for me!

Ah! Smell that salty, briny air! It gives life to all those who are from or love the sea!

Which would be wonderful and invigorating, if this was the bottom of the beautiful briny sea. It isn't. It's the open garden in front of the train station which is no being over run by some rather fishy, lv. 2 Corroded! Can you help sweep the proverbial beach clean without being washed away by water based attacks? The conductors would be most grateful if you could!

iv.Come out and Socialize!

No need to be number one thousand! Imagination is the real host here, so go on and use your to come up with your own adventure. Just remember to take loved ones by the hand, please, our ghosts are frightfully sensitive to too much mischief~

Comments

[unladenswallow]

There weren't many on her side where she came from. Geralt and Yennefer, Triss and Vesemir... That last one stung a bit at the memory of what happened and while a large part of her wanted to dwell on it, she didn't let the memories linger. It would have been nice to what the White Wolf here to help guide her through whatever this might be. This wasn't the first time that Cirilla had found herself alone, though and nor would it be her last ( she assumed. ) It was difficult to say whether her pseudo parents would approve of any future choices she would make but given the Witcher's nature of generally giving her what she wanted, well... Ciri could assume that Geralt would likely be on her side if no one else.

She had no intention of getting into the Elder Blood but that was neither here nor there as it wasn't in question and in spite of the initial slip up, the young girl didn't appear to be bringing it back up. For now and hopefully, for always.

Ciri may well have told him that his concern was sweet but unnecessary. She might have laughed but when it came down to it, if the threat was real, she would have given it her all to ensure survival — be it her own or someone else's. "Honestly, I think the only persons whom I know all that well are cynics themselves." The word 'think' in that sentence was more or less unnecessary given that Yennefer and Geralt were some of the most skeptic people she had ever encountered. His tone reflected that he wasn't lacking fondness for whomever he spoke about and it brought the smallest of smiles to her lips. "Most shockingly new things are, I suppose."

"That reminds me of Witcher's work," it was an off-handed remark. There were several boards in towns, villages and cities around her homeland that were home to postings for aid and most of the time it was specific to the kind of work she was once trained for. It was a long shot but Ciri suddenly felt the need to ask: "I don't suppose that you might've come across a man with white hair? Rather large, scarred and somewhat menacing looking? He goes by the name Geralt of Rivia."

[king_of_egypt]

That was one thing that Atem was never in short supply of- his friends. Sure, at some points in his life he might have felt alone but he only needed to reach out to others to dispel this notion. It sounded as if Ciri did not have this luxury. She could at least think of a few people that would support and guide her should she need it.

For his part, atem wouldn't have assumed it had anything to do with her blood at all. The other time travelers hadn't needed anything so personal or unique to traverse the stars. Even in his own dimension Kaiba had used some pseudo science/magic hybrid technology to find his way to the afterlife.

The reassurance would have been appreciated even if it was only her word. He would have chosen to believe it until such time that she had proven herself to be untrustworthy- which might never come to pass. It had always been an uphill battle trying to convince this certain someone about the existence of destiny and magic. It had led to many a headache. "Mm, indeed."

"Witcher's work?" The term was foreign to him. The root he'd heard before.. "witch" but he wasn't sure what adding an "er" did for it. Atem paused to consider the description a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm afraid that I have never met anyone matching that description."

[unladenswallow]

As a child she had been surrounded by people who loved her — or so she thought. At times she missed her father and knew that he longed for her, too. Returning would mean a few things at this point such as painting a target on her home for the Wild Hunt to find her as they did at Kaer Morhen. It was better that she be secluded now. Better but lonely. Even Geralt and Yennefer were in danger when with her now so, perhaps, being in this place would at least grant them reprieve and if lucky, they could forget about her.

Dimensional travel appeared to be something plenty of people here were accustomed to. Perhaps that was among the traits regarded upon when choosing a new person to pull in through the mirror. Or maybe not. Who knew?

Convincing someone that magic was real sounded like it could be quite the chore. For her part, Ciri grew up among witchers and sorceresses, it wasn't that difficult to see the magic all around the world. Especially given that several of the beings witchers were hired to take care of tended to be magical themselves ( vampires, succubi... ) — it would be foolish not to believe completely. Foolish and quite deadly.

"They're a sort of mercenary from where I hail," it wasn't all that difficult to picture someone not knowing what a witcher might be given that she had met so many in other dimensions whom hadn't heard of the term. "They work with the supernatural." While it had been something of a shot in the dark to hope that someone might have seen Geralt — and she had assumed the answer would be a no, Ciri was still disappointed to get the negative response. It showed in her pale features as she dropped her vibrant green gaze to the ground. "I see, thank you for the honesty."

[king_of_egypt]

Had he been aware of any of that, Atem would have been struck by how dismal it sounded and how lonely she must be. He likely also would have tried to impress upon her that she need not fear this "hunt" here, and if she needed a stalwart ally she didn't have to look any further than him- though if she wished there were plenty of dependable people here in the kingdom. As for his father- Atem had been reunited with him in the afterlife so there was no need for him to miss his family any longer.

That was something that Atem had also considered.

No kidding about that latter part. Despite the danger Kaiba was always disregarding what even his eyes had been able to behold. To him everything had to have a logical solution, one rooted in science not magic. Though more recently- perhaps he was finally willing to accept certain elements. He had acknowledged that the pharaoh existed. It was a start.

"Ah, I see. They would find no shortage of work to be done here." Though they did seem to be drawing nearer to clearing the jungle region, there would be others. From her reaction, he could tell that she was disappointed and he wished they he had held a different answer for her. "I only wish that I could have had better news for you."

[unladenswallow]

Ciri had been away from her family for years now. Her mother died shortly after her birth and she had thus grew up with her grandmother, somewhat alienated from her father at first. She was promised to Geralt per the Law of Surprise although it took him some time to retrieve her. She was nearly twelve before she ended up in Kaer Morhen with the White Wolf. It would be nice to know that those from the Wild Hunt couldn't reach her here and while the sentiment would have been appreciated, the young princess might have been wary when it came to fully trusting the gold clad young man.

Great minds.

Science and magic went hand in hand where Ciri came from. Magic was studied fairly scientifically and rather than being at odds with one another, they were just both considered something to study. Yennefer had taught her some in her youth but Ciri had relinquished the magic. The power coursing through her veins was unable to be released the same way. At least his friend had come around in the end — vaguely though it might have been. It was a start at least.

"Apparently not," she glanced off into the distance as though she knew where the board was. She didn't. "Nor will I. I may not formally be a witcher although I will do what I can."

Ciri might come off as being frosty now and then but in the depths of her core, she just wanted to help people. She wanted to be as Geralt was even though his profession wasn't always looked upon with positivity. Her disappointment was clear but she shook her head gently. "Quite alright, really. I thought that it might be a stretch to hope." She shifted her hips and glanced to the pharaoh. "Atem, I wonder if you might show me to the board? I'd like to see it for myself."