[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] DtB In-Between
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Robert glared at Mali, obviously not caring that she told him to shut up, but really she did not care in the slightest what he thought about her. Sure, he might be one of 4 possible people for her to interact with in this barren wasteland, but he had quickly put himself at the bottom of that short list and beyond that she had absolutely no reason to give the slightest thought for his opinion of her. If she had to choose between a pissy, quiet man and a jibbering content one, she'd choose the former every time.

	Nuisances aside, at least Mali knew that there were things to eat and drink here. Not that she really knew how to cook, not beyond the basic level of getting food to the point of decent enough for yourself, but nothing you'd make for people you wanted to impress. She hadn't had much time to adjust to eating fancy meals, but she could already tell they would be missed. But being deprived of food she liked was nothing new to her. An existence of making do with a relatively bland list of available sources of sustenance had been her past several years before any of the conspiracy business had dumped itself on her front door. She could probably get by on whatever was available here without complaint.

	Unfortunately that came with the knowledge that there were still more shadow beast things like the one that killed Zoie. But her hands were still glowing, so maybe that meant that she still had some power over them? Or something? Nobody seemed to want to bring up her luminescent appendages, so she wouldn't either.

	Kyra pointed out a place to walk and left; Mali didn't have anything better to do, so she followed. Their impromptu guide didn't seem very keen on talking. Maybe she had lost the aptitude for conversation over the course of however long she'd been here if indeed the only other company she'd had was the wolf. Whatever the case, Mali decided to follow suit and not try striking up conversation she clearly wasn't interested in having. Instead she decided to focus her mental energy on the current group she found herself traveling with.

	Riley was a pop star, which would usually indicate a lack of any useful skills, but she had grown up in that murder town, lived in Boston Heights and was here now. If her experiences were anything like Mali's she could probably be depended on more than appearances let on, but left her paranoid.

	Caesar was old but was almost certainly the most dangerous person here, only stopped from being the most dangerous entity by the giant fuckoff wolf. However, age still took its toll, and he looked tired. Moreso than everyone else. Not to mention that here most of his non-skill based resources were null.

	And Robert... he looked like a middle-aged guy. She had the least amount of information on him, but from what little she'd seen, she could only presume there wouldn't be too much to expect from him in a survival situation.

	Kyra seemed slightly less clueless than the rest of them, but she seemed to have been here awhile and knew how to keep herself intact at the minimum. It would be wise to pay attention to what she chose to say and what she did. Other than that, if she were to stereotype based on her appearance and fantasy tropes from back home, she would guess she knew archery, (xeno)zoology, tracking and maybe a bit of nature magic, if such a thing existed. But, as they said assumptions made an ass out of you and me.

	All in all, there could be far worse people for her to be stuck with, but also far better. It didn't help that she had no idea what anyone here wanted beyond the bare bones survival. Well, they were at a supposed resting place that being less out in the open would maybe make the others feel better about being stuck in purgatory. It wouldn't hurt to try taking charge of the situation a bit and try figuring out if perhaps there was some common thread between them all that got them stuck here.

	[color=D5FF00]"Alright, I don't know about you guys,"[/color] Mali began, moving herself in the shade of the cliff, but not sitting like their otherworldly guests, [color=D5FF00]"but I don't plan on just wandering around in the desert forever if I can help it. I don't know why I'm here right now, but maybe we have something in common. Right before we were dumped here, Robert and I were in Grimm for unrelated reasons but we happened to bump into each other shortly before now. There was a shitton of fog, and then this weird haze that wouldn't go away, a scary beyond all reason clown, my hands started glowing and a shadow monster thing that killed a lot of people, then the world dissolved away. What about you?"[/color] A very brief cliffnotes version of events, but if more detail was necessary she could go into more detail. Right now she would rather not think too much about recent events though.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] PE In-Between
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	Yes, Gilbert was definitely reverting back to his old ways. Not that Giosue could find too much fault in that. His original persona was forged in much harder times than what they had grown accustomed to. In such a foreign situation as the one they found themselves currently, cutting out the bits of oneself that were unnecessary was the most efficient way to go about making one's way through the unknown.  But perhaps those parts were necessary, and not to be cast aside so quickly. As the other Emendator here, it could do well for him to not follow the lead so readily and keep his more modernized outlook.

	The appearance of the new figure certainly made the answer to the question of where they were blatant. Gio had always been somewhat curious about what the afterlife was like. This was rather disappointing. He might have actually preferred the world beyond to be literally nothing, a cessation of existence. It would at least spare everyone from being stuck in an empty world. The Watch chalked up the fact that they were together as being a fluke rather than something most people got the luxury of. Maybe there was another afterlife after this one, but that level of speculation was ill befitting of the moment.

	This Dike Astrea, although she called herself The Dice, and looked at Gil and Gio with recognition in her eyes, she did not look like Eve, did not act like her. Perhaps she was the aspect of The Dice separated from the persona of Evelina by whatever occurred to bring her here (if this way indeed the world in-between existence, and Faith's ability to be between states was necessary to find Eve, then even without the figure calling herself The Dice, it wouldn't be a stretch to conclude that this is how their comrade had managed to seemingly erase herself from existence). Or maybe this is just some distant future version of her that was now outside of time. But he would still choose to treat her as a separate entity from the Dice that they had been missing not so long ago. And she cut off "the other way out" so to speak, disappearing along with it.

	[color=cca78e]"Well, all we can do is keep looking ahead. Onwards."[/color] Gio flattened out his clothes and walked in the direction Gilbert had been, other options cut off and a thousand possibilities swirling about in his head.