Something about this owl-man was... odd. Not only his appearance which defied even Lily's understanding, but also the things he were saying, and his mannerism. The way he claimed to be from a different world, yet not in his own body. She didn't know how long he had been here, but judging by his words she did not expect him, to have been here for longer than she had—And certainly not to have become so comfortable in an alien body so quickly. It had taken her weeks to not be surprised by her own tails, when she had first become a kitsune, and that was not to mention the extremely odd sensation of her ears no longer being human. There was more to him than met the eyes, of that she was certain. 

And what was that sound of metal scraping behind him? 

She glanced at Brucie who gave a shallow nod, then started edging towards the side so that he flanked Emile, and was able to see what was behind him, and act accordingly should the owl try anything. 

It wasn't long before Emile finished his monologue, and she could safely say that, assuming he was telling the truth, she had expected absolutely none of it. She knew of Rome and Disney: One was a sprawling metropolis, the other an animation studio, and she told him as much. 

"Aside from those, I don't know of Dark Souls, but I have heard of the Treasure Planet. An archaic movie some five hundred years old. A Disney classic, they call it." She clicked her tongue, and sighed. "Never could get behind the ridiculous notion that planets were spherical." She sheathed her sword and crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving Emile. "But let me get this straight. You're claiming that this entire thing, island, city and all, is comprised of video game and movie objects? Bloody hell it's like a fucking Isekai anime," she said, rubbing her own temples in sheer frustration. "This whole thing just got a whole lot more obnoxious." 

"What's an 'isekai', Boss?" Brucie suddenly asked, shifting his attention to her from Emile for a moment. "Ain't ever heard of it." 

Sighing again, Lily sat down on a roughly stool-sized rock, folding her hands in her lap. "Basically some normal guy or girl is transported to a magical fantasy land. Don't ask me how it's still a popular genre centuries after real magic became a thing." Looking to Emile, then, she pressed her lips into a thin line, brows furrowed. His helmet prevented her from reading his expression, but he had yet to do anything to invite hostility, and had been rather amicable all things considered. It didn't make her like him more, but, "You have been rather... forthcoming with information, so I suppose I owe it to you. My name is Lily, and I'm what you'd call a Kitsune, or Nine-tailed Fox. I was a human once, some twelve-thirteen years ago, before a war between the four Discs started. A Disc is what you'd call a... planet, albeit nearly flat with only a slight downward curve towards the edges. Each is carried upon the backs of creatures called Dawn Drakes." 

At this point Brucie had completely abandoned paying attention to Emile, instead listening with rapt attention to Lily's recounts. She hand't devulged this much information before.

"People like me—Shifters—came about to combat the enemy, those being the Endolans from the Discs, Endola. By using a sort of genetic splicing coupled with magic, and no I'm not going to explain how because I hardly even know myself, compatible humans were transformed into hybrids like me. Only, the time we stay Hybrids is limited, as the Essence we got from our patrons changes what we are. Thus, I'm now more Kitsune than human, with more powers awakening year after year." She paused, letting the information sink in. Nothing she had said so far was too valuable, but he [i]had[/i] asked her to tell him about who and what she was. 

"If your world is as similar to mine as I expect, then you should have heard of the creatures inhabiting my world: Dragons, phoenixes, naga, giants, lamias, Sídhe, pixies and more. As for this tournament: All I know is that the winner is promised to be granted one Wish, and I get the sense that there are no limitations to said Wish — that even the very fabric of reality could be altered to suit the demands of the Winner. There are two ways to win a match," she thumbed back to where she, Brucie and Mouse had come from, "you either kill your opponent. Or you make them a companion." 

Brucie, evidently thinking this a perfect time to elaborate, said, "it's because of these ph--Yargh! Hey, don't zap me!" 

Lily lowered her hand, errant sparks still crackling along her fingers. She gave Brucie a pointed glance before she once more addressed Emile. "And no, I am not going to tell you how you make someone a companion. And as I'm sure you have more questions, I would like one answered of my own." She then pulled out the red-golden feather from under her t-shirt. "You seem to know a lot about the things in this world. So tell me, what is this, what does it do? And more importantly, how does it work?"