The bot had landed on Konats to participate in and study the tournament, however that did not disqualify the rest of the planet from investigation, they had learned that the Dianthus Peaks was the best area for such as it was filled with spaceports, seeing all manners of craft come and go from the location was intriguing in it's self. From attack pods merely double or triple the size of OW-1 themselves. To the large imperial cruisers, large multi person vessels able to contain a small squad of spacefarers, all of which could hold the powers of ki far surpassing the camera pods somewhat futile endeavours into the empowerment of their self.
However, their duty here was not to merely idly ponder their self but to Observe Life. They flew through the streets between the spaceports, weaving between aliens, humans and all the rest. Scanning as they went searching for even a glimpse of substantial ki. Colours across the spectrum came and went but none were strong enough to satisfy the pod's ki threshold.
So, instead OW-1 flew high above the tangle of streets, markets and landing bays to a point where they had calculated would be safe from regular arrival and departures. They began to watch the flow of the crowd as it meandered through the paved roads. The witnessed meetings in the street, organised and informal alike. Friendly and hostile, between those who were alike and those who were strangers on a genetic level.
Some of theses things were beautiful. Others could bore the bot to tears if they had any.
”Oh, poo. This isn’t the tournament grounds either.”
Erebos lazily strolled through the busy spaceport, fingers interlocked behind his head as he rolled his eyes. Taking the directions of that random mystic was a terrible idea. He wanted to live off his natural instincts; ask for directions and not just teleport where he wanted to go. Of course, that sent him to some random spaceport. And not the tournament that Nasu was participating in.
If there was at least something to do, he wouldn’t mind, but this place was so busy it wrapped back around to being lame! Just people doing work. Sure there were a couple of street-side vendors, but literally every spaceport had those. Hell, he was nearly certain all of these vendors bought at the same supplier. He’d definitely seen that exact dragon-shaped keychain at a cart on Yardrat.
”How does anyone get anything done on this lousy planet? Kinda seems like the storm was the only interesting part.”
He got a couple of odd looks at the comment, but little else. Seemed everyone was too busy to pay him any kind. Some odd knife-eared fellow talking ill of the planet? He probably seemed like one of those Kashvar he kept hearing about.
Oh well. He’d find something to do eventually. Just keep walking…
** KI USER DETECTED :: POWER LEVEL ESTIMATE : 78000! // ACQUIRE FURTHER INFORMATION! **
OW-1 descended, to follow Erebos from just above building height. They immediately were blown away by the vast power level this being contained and yet, as they had seen most beings could ascend to a higher form. This pale lanky being also did not fit into any simple descriptors for a species that the bot was aware of.
** CONTINUE SCAN : ASCERTAIN ORIGIN IF POSSIBLE // NOTICE EYES : COLOUR IRREGULAR **
The camera closed gently, trying to obtain information without too much hassle, aiming to remain out of peripheral vision where possible, but their ki was still detectable. Something to consider in future. There were so many planets and galaxies in existence that with the speed of travel, it could be impossible to determine any particular new species on sight. Perhaps the best option was to approach and simply ask. What could be the harm.
This would have been simple, if OW-1 had been paying attention to their own peripheral vision. They had not, a ship came into their vision cone within mere meters of them, threatening a potentially damaging crash. Repulsors fired off in all directions and pushed away, however, with their system locked onto Erebos they became the target for a direction of travel. The ship passed after several unnecessary evasive maneuvers. A few cheers went up for the acrobabtic display of the pod, glinting in the sun.
It however was short lived as they found themselves hurtling towards the lanky pale figure unable to cease.
** POTENTIAL DAMAGE ANALYSIS : GREAT // BRACE FOR IMPACT* *
They bot tried to aim for the ground but the evasive maneuvers overwrote intentional movement.
"My apologies sir! I was simply scanning you and a system malfunction caused my forceable interaction. But while I have you or vice versa, may I ask you some questions?" This was the second time that OW-1 had been scanning something and had become too involved. They hoped they could patch this out in future.
With how dull this planet had been so far, it was rather surprising to find some sort of dazzling display occurring in the skies above the port. Some sort of pod-like machine doing dance moves in the air. Erebos clapped half-heartedly, only to jolt when the thing came barreling toward him!
He jumped back, reaching his hand out to catch the thing in his palm like a metallic baseball. He’d relinquish the thing mere moments later, but not before shaking his hand free from the sudden pain. Talk about a heavy orb!
”Oh hush your bones, you old so-and-so. It’s no trouble. You’d be surprised how often people throw things at me.” He giggled capriciously. ”Then again, it’s been a while since someone threw themselves at me.”
A curious little droid. Was Cipher like this as a young robot, perhaps? Erebos wasn’t sure if that was a thing robots could do. Grow up, and such. Probably not. He was pretty sure cipher looked the same his whole life, which probably meant this little orb boy could easily be over a hundred years old.
”Sure, whatever. I can spare some time to do an interview. So long as you can point me in the direction of the tournament grounds afterward. Sound cool?”
** DATABASE SEARCH : THROWING : SUBSECTION AT SOMEONE :: RECOGNISE : FLIRT // DENY VEHEMENTLY ** "I apologise again if some form of attraction has been detected! This was simply a malfunction and was in no way an attempt to draw your attention, aside from gaining an interview with you I have no wishes to continue our interaction!" The bot spoke with a monotonous voice that seemed to be from a speaker as there is a subtle cut and a hint of auditory fizzle between each statement
The crowd around the two of them whilst previously diving for cover from the incoming pod, stand bewildered keeping a wary distance from the two figures that were now in close contact. Some awkwardly clap maybe assuming the display had finished but others were more uncertain.
OW-1 now under their own power backed off from the grip of the figure they were once a fair distance from, before they problematically closed the distance.
** INTERVIEW ACCEPTED! :: BEGIN QUESTIONING // BEGIN LOG ** "A standard series of questions for any ki users I encounter. My designation is Observation Wonderbot 1, or OW-1 or 'owl'. I am an android that seeks to research ki users from across the galaxy. May I have your name, and if it's not an issue, your species?" This speech came much smoother, practice seemed to make perfect in this case as the jump between statements was smooth and seamless. If not still monotonous.
This figure on first sighting would appear to be human, but appearances can be decieving.
"The tournament grounds? That is in Vynh City, at the Sol Colliseum! I myself am already signed up for the tournament. Are you intending to participate or simply observe?" OW-1 answered and then pried their own question in return. The weight of questioning was definitely tipped towards Erebos.
Given that recently the storm plaguing Konats had started to subside Tendantha figured now more then ever would be the perfect time to visit in order to continue her search efforts. And where better to search for someone then at one of the spaceports? With people coming in and out all the time each day she was bound to find who she was looking for-- Or at the very least a lead if he was on this planet or had been on the planet at least. For today she figured trying to strike up a conversation with some of the vendors by the street side of the spaceport was a good place to start for information!
The Shinjin had only just started up a conversation with one of the vendors, a little notebook and pen that matched her earrings in colour in her hand when her conversation with them was promptly interrupted by some sort of commotion going on between two individuals also by the spaceport. "Oh honestly--" She'd exclaim a sigh rolling her eyes as she poofed the book and pen out of existence with a snap of her decorated fingers, thinking the commotion to probably be just another traffic related incident where those involved simply got louder then they needed to.
That turned out to not be the case though as she glanced over to the crowd around the two the commotion was about and frowned to see... Some sort of orb android? And a Demon, that one she could tell from a mile away of course as they always seemed to hold such an energy to them she need not even sense it to be able to pick up on it. Speaking of picking up on things she could've sworn her pointy ears caught wind of some kind of tournament being mentioned between the two? Not only that but something about the android being something that researches ki users from across the galaxy! The crowd around them seemed to keep some sort of distance from the two but the Shinjin's interest was now peaked so she'd push through the crowd in order to reach the two at the centre of it.
"Hello there, sorry to intrude on your interview but I couldn't help but to overhear something about a tournament? And researching Ki users as well" Her little notebook and pen from before would re-appear at another snap of her fingers, "Consider my curiosity peaked, do you mind if I ask you some questions as well little one?" She seemed ready to write already even before having received an answer. Had she forgotten about the demon that was also there or was she perhaps purposefully not engaging in conversation with him as well? It wasn't quite clear!
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Erebos listened with middling interest, inspecting the little ball as their spiel began. Something or other about a standardized survey. What he wanted to know was who sent this thing? Its design was rather simple; perhaps intentionally. The small orb could be considered cute by some, which gave Erebos a chill. Surely this thing was dubious.
”Erebos. Erebos Herosbane, to be exact. Demonic Prince from a different plane of existence, or so it’s said.”
Before he could begin to answer the other question, he felt a tickle in his nose. The thick, vicious odor of holy magics stuffed itself deep into his nostrils. He was moments away from sneezing, before he whisked off the feeling with a flick of his wrist, sending away the snot by hiding it in the shadow of his nasal cavity before it could escape.
It was a Kai. A Shinjin. Whatever you wanted to call it, the thing was here.
He didn’t want to hate her kind. It was rude to presume. But presume he did. He had half a mind to blast her with some shadow spell or another, but refrained.
”Uhh, excuse me, but this is my interview. In fact; why don’t the both of us ask YOU some questions, miss miracle-maker. First off: why are you here? Causing mischief, no doubt?”
Subtly, his hands swirled in a strange way, and he copied the girl’s notepad, tapping on it with a shadowy pen as if he were impatiently waiting for an answer.
OW-1 scanned briefly the surrounding area, any number of people could be ki users. Space and Konats thus far had been full of them, each of significant strength. There also seemed to be some level of almost magnetic effect to ki users that drew other users to them. Was this a natural effect of ki, or power being drawn to power? A question for further investigation. Scan commenced.
** ADDITIONAL KI SIGNATURE DETECTED : POWER LEVEL : 8000 // PURSUE POST INTERVIEW **
Despite the intentions of OW-1 the figure attached to the ki signature began approaching, an assault of pink on the visual sensor of the camera bot. She did not register as a traditional species. They did not conform to anything they had seen since their departure.
Erebos, a curious name. The pod recorded the name, adding it to the database they had begun collecting. A new species also, Demons were possible. Perhaps, there were angels also. Perhaps that was approaching them now. ** LOG UPDATED : EREBOS HEROSBANE :: SPECIES: DEMON? // PL : 70000 **
The figure now closed into a conversational distance. From nowhere producing a notepad and began a similar line of questioning to that of OW-1's. Curious. They also seemed to disregard Erebos. Perhaps a natural rivalry considering their affinities. "Of course I can answer your questions, May I ask your name and if it's not an issue, your species?" ** INTERVIEW REQUESTED : CONSIDER // ROLE CAN ACCOMODATE MULTIPLE RESEARCHERS **
Erebos mimicked the acts of the pink figure. With an extensive assault of questions of their own. But in a much more aggressive manner.
** CONSIDER TOO MANY QUESTIONERS : ATTEMPT TO GAIN CONTROL OF COMMUNICATION // ATTEMPT TO BREAK HOSTILE CONVERSATION **
From what he understand the Dianthus Peak housed most of the Konat's spaceports. His own pod he made sure to land out of sight from most as he preferred to have his whereabouts known only to those he deemed worthy of holding such information, so he hadn't the chance to look over the docks himself. If there were a place to meet with travelers and potential make new friends then this would be the place to do so. The Heran lacked friends, by any definition of the word. Perhaps his appearance scared them off; Herans did have a certain reputation, and truth be told that had it's own advantages, but to have someone to rely on would put him at ease.
This planet had been his first encounter with true threats to his power since leaving his home world. He had never felt as small as he did right now. He had not even stepped into a battle yet still he could not cleanse the taste of defeat. This planet had made it apparent that his journey was not one he could complete on his own, but who was there to rely upon? Trust was nothing something the Heran would bestow easily, and no doubt he'd have to work twice as hard to earn it himself.
But with the tournament in town Konats housed many a misfit such as himself, so in that regard this was as good as place as any to find someone just like him. Walking past the many ships he could tell that from all corners of the galaxy this joust had siphoned from. Some designs he recognized; most were as foreign to him as their crews. Humans and Saiyans barely stood out among the locals, but Namekians and beyond? Walking among the green men should have made it feel at home perhaps, but the looks he received only served to remind him that his home was no where close.
He was becoming more experienced with detecting powers, and the same readings found him here. Those many leagues above him wondered through the crowds yet few seemed to show it. Many a brute and beast walked by, but it was someone else that drew his attention. He was small, though most were to him, with long silk hair and a juvenile look. This one would be jeered on Hera no doubt, but not many of his pairs could sense as he did. He carried himself with a confident aura. As he should; I dare say he could kill us all if he wished it so.
Without even thinking about it the Heran found himself walking over in his direction, only to have someone else snatch the honor of greeting the boy first. The was no person though; a machine of some kind? He almost took the crash as an attack but quickly cooled himself and tried to maintain anonymity for now. He got within listening range, and as he got a better look at his face it would seem that this was an old friend after all. Erebos? Have you followed me here? You've not grown at all since we last saw each other. A pity. Truth be told neither had he. Getting closer now another came forward to greet the Demon.
This one was a female, of which species he could not say. This one he seemed less happy to talk to though. Perhaps now I should intervene, before he becomes sullen and leaves. The Heran no longer attempted to hide himself, though the large green man hiding among mostly Humans and Saiyans was probably not as effective as he had hoped anyway. He confidently strode over to the group and made his own presence known. "Erebos. I have not thought to see you again." He turned his attention to the droid who seemed to be interviewing the boy.
He wasn't quite sure what to say to it, or to the lass. "I'd watch myself around this one if I were you; he's a trouble maker. Perhaps you ought to talk to me instead. I assure you he's not the only Ki user around here."
Of course the Demon had something to say about her being there. It would seem simply trying to not engage with this one wasn't an option as he in fact seemed quite annoyed by the gesture and had pointed out that this was his interview. "My many apologies Mister 'Demonic Prince from another plane of existence'-- And what exactly are you even a prince of might I ask?" She'd quirk an eyebrow up and give him a look that made it clear she was sure the title was self-proclaimed.
"Oh me? But I thought this was your interview? Well if you insist" She'd then hold a hand to her chest and feign offense at the questions he'd shot her way, "Me? Causing mischief? Mister Herosbane I believe that that is in fact your area of expertise, is it not? Why, I would never! No I'm simply here in search of a friend of mine I've not seen in quite some time is all-- I thought this little guy might be able to help me since they seem to take data on ki users, though that being said..." Placing a finger to her glossy lips in thought she'd look Erebos over for a few moments in thought. "How old are you exactly, demon? Maybe you can be of use as well." Seeing him copy her notepad with a magic she wasn't sure she'd even seen before, she'd raise a brow again but this time looking much more amused. "How cute"
Looking back to the Android when they answered her initial question before giving some of their own she would find a small smile to show, "Of course you can dear! I go by Tendantha, as for species I'm a Shinjin-- Which is probably why your friend here isn't exactly fond of me" She'd point a painted nail towards Erebos. "Opposites and all that. Have you by any chance happened upon any other Shinjin during your time on Konats by the way? Or even on any other planets?" Her friend could've been hiding himself as another species though given his magical abilities but she figured questions wise she had to start somewhere relatively simple.
Soon enough another person soon joined their little circle of interviews too, a Heran it would seem and he appeared to already know of the Demon going so far as to suggest caution being around him as he was apparently a trouble maker. He sure seemed the type but what exactly had he done to get someone other then a Shinjin to say as much unprompted? She was rather intrigued now sporting an expression that showed she was eager to hear more, hopefully Erebos himself might elaborate further?
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Of course. She was the smarmy and pretentious type. As all Shinjin were (except Ward, for some reason). How droll. How infuriating. And to think he was enjoying his vacation all this time! He needed to tell Cipher about this. Or maybe Nasu. Where had they run off to, anyways?
”If you MUST know, as Shinjin often believe they are entitled to know everything, then you’ll be surely surprised to learn that I’m the prince of debauchery and mischief.” Okay. That part was embellished. In truth, he was the disgraced heir of Lord V’rim’thraaks kingdom. His siblings had always called him a troublemaker, though, so was the title really so far removed from reality?
He tutted at the girl’s sarcastic retort, scribbling notes down that didn’t really amount to anything. ”Five hundred and eighty-nine years. Why, you looking to get me a birthday gift?”
And then more party poopers arrived. Another old acquaintance, this time in the form of a Heran. He was pretty sure they never exchanged names— or rather, he’d certainly given Fukushu his name, and Erebos had forgotten the Heran’s name entirely.
”Oh, you’re one to talk,” he bemoaned, pointing the back of his shadowy pen toward the Heran. ”Last time you saw me, you tossed your pits in my eyeballs. Not cool.”
At Tendatha’s sudden questioning of OW-1, he tutted again.
”Dont answer that, robo-ball. That’s a trick question. Kai’s like her don’t have any friends. Especially not other Kai’s. All they do is gossip behind one another’s backs.”
With a click of his tongue, he summoned another notepad, and a set of shadowy hands reached out from his shoulders to grab it and another pen.
”What brought you all to Konats anyways? I thought this place was supposed to be cool, but all I’ve seen is a sandstorm, a pastel god, a ball thing and a stinky underhanded Heran. I haven’t even met a Konatsian yet!”
Post by Isikiy & Ozera on Aug 16, 2022 21:33:11 GMT -5
|| Isikiy’s PL: 8,000 || Isikiy is in his Encased Form ||
Being told that the storm on Konats subsided was wonderful news! Isikiy saw it as a double win of sorts. It was very beneficial for the family business since it opened up more possibilities for potential clients and more reliable correspondence with clients that were already living there beforehand. That aside, Isikiy was more than happy to finally be able to revisit the place. It had been thirty or so odd years since he last visited, he’d have gone earlier if that storm hadn’t caused a fuss.
To add to the list, two of the newly anointed Arcose Triumvirate were going to participate in a local tournament. One of the two, which garnered the most interest of Isikiy was Ise, who was Hibernal’s adopted daughter. Given Hibernal’s passing, Isikiy saw it important that Ise was made aware of any business connections in regard to his own family. Furthermore, she would have more of an idea as to where Polarus had most recently been; and that was someone Isikiy was tasked with directly checking up on.
Either way, Isikiy had a fair few reasons to see what was going on. He politely piloted his spacecraft to a port located near Dianthus peaks before storing it in a capsule and disembarking. He would go to the tournament grounds later at his leisure, for now he had some curiosity to fulfil.
Purchasing a local delicacy, a very eclair-croissant hybrid thing alongside some lobster salt fries, both made with ingredients found only on Konats, Isikiy made his way through the area before happening upon a funny little scene after just finishing his eclair-croissant. Three people crowding around what looked to be some kind of spherical drone.
Well that was certainly interesting, why not make it four people! Isikiy sauntered over, nibbling on a few of his fries as he waited for an opening to join in on the discussion. “Alas, you’ll have to add Arcosian to that list, good sir. Isikiy Bleakfrost would be my name, for those interested.” Isikiy gave a little bow to greet the group, first speaking to Erebos before glancing to the nearby Heran. “I’m sure he would have already made such trouble by now if he was so inclined, I see no cause for worry.”
As far as Tendantha was concerned, Isikiy tapped his pointed chin in thought. He was curious, so he chose to address what he had just overheard. “I had just overheard that you seek another Shinjin? I will say, to meet a Shinjin at all is said to be a rarity— I myself have met a handful. I’ve noticed such a thing has become all the more common within the last twenty years or so.” He raised a finger. “However, I would also say that it is still a noteworthy occurrence. Even if my knowledge is contextually limited, I would wager whomever you seek is not someone so easily missed unless they have gone fully incognito intentionally, for one reason or another.”
Isikiy also looked to the spherical drone, simply acknowledging their presence and showing his own willingness to converse. Isikiy didn’t to accidentally overload the little guy with information since Isikiy had no idea what the drone’s processors, RAM and other such specs were like at a mere glance, so he would wait and see how the drone acted to make a judgement on that.
A certifiable crowd had formed around the bot and his initial interviewee. People had to squeeze into the narrow gap and the wall to avoid invading the conversation that now occupied the street. As any good Observation Wonderbot is want to do, they stepped back from an active role in the conversation and began observing.
First of all a large green toned man approached, seemingly familiar with Erebos, warning of the Demon’s trouble-making capabilities.
** NEW LOG : CODENAME CYAN MAN :: PL : 35000 :: SPECIES : UNKNOWN // SAVE LOG **
Tedantha began her verbal sparring match with her antithesis in the form of demonhood as she declared herself to be a shinjin, and began teasing Erebos, in an almost taunting fashion. “I have encountered no other Shinjin, to my knowledge.” They answered when asked. But it seems they may come in many forms.
** LOG UPDATED : TEDANTHA :: SPECIES : SHINJIN // SAVE REPORT **
Yet another figure joined the group, they instantly announced they were Arcosian, quite populous across the galaxy but still the first the pod had met. A name followed, very succinctly, an ideal interviewee.
** NEW LOG : ISIKIY :: PL : 8000 :: SPECIES : ARCOSIAN // SAVE LOG **
OW-1 was viewing a veritable catfight between the realms beyond mortal comprehension. “How about we cease the interviews for now and re-attempt them later. I feel there is naught to be gained from bickering.”
The attitude from Erebos was just what the Heran expected; for someone near 600 years old you'd think he'd be more mature. "Perhaps you need to think back to that incident; you seem to have forgotten that my pits were exactly what you deserved." He stood by as Erebos berated the women, whom named herself Tendantha, but Erebos instead insisted on calling her Kai. There was a clear distaste for her and her kind coming from him, through he could not say why. His knowledge on the other worlds and their inhabitants was limited at best, and he'd chosen to worry about the realm of the dead when someone finally killed him.
Erebos' query prompted him to speak again. "Why are we here? Presumably the same reason why you are here; the same reason why this station will see more traffic today than the thousand days before: for the tournament. We all want to know who the most powerful in the galaxy are, don't we? Sad to say I don't believe any are in our party, not even you Erebos." Erebos could no doubt tell he was the strongest fighter here; no point in trying to deny it. His speech was lost when he noted an Arcosian approaching them from afar.
It seems that even the Arcosians had come out to see the show; they did not often venture from their frozen home. He had a great interest in their kind, and was more than interested in a one on one. Before he could ask anything the robot found it's voice and spoke up to hush to crowd. "Bickering? I guess that's what machines call having a conversation. But considering the circumstances you're going to find one of two kinds of people here: fighters of an unusually high power level that have been crammed in a space pod for who knows how many hours, or just people who like to watch a fight. Bickering isn't too bad when you think of it like that."
He did have to admit that things were a bit crowded, and he had no problem leaving Erebos behind. Clearly he was engrossed with the Kai; for someone supposedly disgusted by her kind he seemed very much interested in continuing to talk to her. Fukushu choose instead to turn his attention back to the Arcosian, who was in his mind the most interesting one here. "I'd say Arcosians are an equally rare sight, though I'm probably not as traveled as most. Do you intend to compete? I hear Arcosians are among the most feared fighters of the galaxy." PL: 35,474
"How curious, I'm the one apparently causing mischief and yet you're the Prince of it? I suppose you would be familiar with it then" She would smile somewhat though as he proved to be a rather amusing Demon-- Annoying sure but amusing nonetheless. She'd press the back end of her pen against her lips as she watched Erebos scribble down notes on his own notepad before answering her question of his age. "Does today also happen to be your birthday Mister Herosbane? No, I was simply asking to enquire if you were old enough to have been around when I last saw him and that you are"
His tutting to interrupt and tell the android to not answer her question though made her give a look back in response that looked as though she was ready to snap her pen in half. "Oh I'm sure you of all people would know all about having no friends" She'd retort as she wrote something down carefully upon her own notepad. Despite his interjection OW-1 did also answer her question to which she'd nod in thanks even if it wasn't the answer she was hoping for. "Thank you for the answer dear, curious though-- Is there any reason you're gathering this information on ki users?"
Given his interactions with her Tendantha was almost certain that out of everyone here Erebos had been the one to have met other Shinjin much to her annoyance. "I suppose the tournament could be interesting to check out, but I'm here to continue my searches since the storm finally lifted" She would rub a finger against her temple in an irritated manner before facing the demon again. "Herosbane, you have clearly ran into other shinjin, yes? Would you mind telling me a bit about them or at least where I could perhaps find them for myself? It would be..." She'd scrunch up her face looking somewhat disgusted to say the next part "Greatly appreciated if you could tell me at least that."
She had half the mind to check and make sure that this demon wasn't the friend she was looking for just shapeshifted to joke around with her but before she could think to really check on it another person joined their little discussion circle! This was a face she did know of-- Or at least she knew of his family name to an extent. The Arcosian's bow would be met with a returned curtsey from the shinjin to be polite in a return of greeting "Pleasure to meet one of the Bleakfrost family in person!" She was intrigued at what he had to say in regards to Shinjin, how he'd met a handful and how meeting them was a rarity though it felt to have become more common in more recent years as well. "Well I suppose he must have-- He's been missing for quite some time now, 100 years now it would be. He's sadly not been as easy to find as one might think" She'd scrawl down a few more notes again though in light of the information about meeting Shinjin becoming more common to mortals in recent years, if true surely someone somewhere out there had to of met him by now?
"What brings the likes of a member of the Bleakfrost family here to Konats though? Are you also here for the tournament?
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