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[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](102/80)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b]  Twilight Town
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 0
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Virgin Victory teleport room
Top of the Split mountain
Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage
Tostarena Town
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You have acquired:
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/3ndhxtj.png]Charr Pirate Musket[/url][/b]
A somewhat primitive, somewhat fantastical smoothbore rifle with less-than-spectacular accuracy and reload time, but boasts the property of infinite ammunition. in the form of metal slugs

[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/UCs614U.mp4]Therian Viral Rifle[/url][/b]
A long-barreled marksman carbine that utilizes compressed air to launch projectile syringes at high speed, long range, and high precision. The syringes can be loaded with a viral compound, which causes bothersome irritation on the skin around the infected point of biological targets, or a hyper-restorative compound that circulates healing medicine throughout the bloodstream. A cumbersome reload process and the limited number of syringes limit its frequency of use
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Midna arrived too late to assist the bloody knife fight that Roxas and this Geralt guy had. She frowned a little at the bisection of one of the street cats that occurred right as she caught sight of them, but given the state of the pair, she could not blame the guy for acting as he did.

She could, however, blame him for the absolutely revolting striker he had apparently acquired. She had to stop briefly in her rafter traversal in order to clutch her stomach and press a hand over her mouth to avoid being sick upon seeing it. Not to mention smelling it even from on high. If anything got the cats off his back as he hauled the downed keyblade wielder, she thought, it was the stench of rotting oceanlife mixed with that of human remains rather than the threat of more violence.

Was she a hypocrite who had in her possession her own undead and psychic terror-cultists? Yes. But at least they didn’t stink.

At any rate, once she caught up and got on the train, she gave Geralt a look and then did her best to briefly explain things to their newest member, Roxas having been set into a state where he could be freed from his blinkers as part of his run in with the panther. 

Fortunately he seemed to have remembered the basics, so she confirmed those details and then added some more:

[color=Aquamarine]”Yeah that is about it. Or, about it about who Galeem is anyway.  It destroyed every reality, stitched them back together again into the world we are now living in, and then blinded everyone to the fact that it had done that. We call those still blind to the reality of the world, and to their own true past, the Galeeming. They are also compelled to put their all into any fight, and are more likely to get violent too, so be careful around them, OK?”[/color]

[color=Aquamarine]”We, meanwhile, are the seekers, and we, well, seek to destroy Galeem’s guardians so as to leave it vulnerable to direct attack. Taken down 4 already, but there’s 13 in all, so plenty more work to be done”[/color] she concluded, the princess leaning with her hands behind her head as she very casually explained this.

Then she had a thought, and pulled out one of the new rifles she had acquired, specifically the one she had gotten from the Therian. [color=Aquamarine]”So I stole this from some cat who was trying to shoot you all, and, question, what do these symbols mean?”[/color] she held it up sideways and tapped at two icons next to a set of triggers, icons which were also found on a pair of canisters of green fluid on the gun, as she asked her question.

[color=Aquamarine]”One shoots healing stuff, and I think the other one is kind of nasty considering it did try and use it to attack but, uh, any idea which is which?”[/color] she asked.

If anyone was familiar with contemporary symbology, then the biohazard and medical plus symbols would have been obvious to them, but given the diversity of weird and wonderful worlds the party came from, there was no guarantee that someone with that knowledge was present.

Interestingly in a somewhat related fashion it turned out that the place they spilled out into was a modern looking town, full of numerous large buildings apparently used for the education of the youth for close to a combined 20 years of their lives. The princess found this very altruistic, and also wondered how the local lord or princess could afford such a thing, let alone how the common folk could afford to have their children attend for so long.

As interesting as the town was, it was not what they were here for, as she understood it, but rather a city called ‘Midgard’ which, as it turned out, was rather hard to miss, though the princess did at first not comprehend what she was seeing.

[color=Aquamarine]”Wait… That’s a city? Not a mountain or… or… or something? Goddess how in the world did anyone manage to build… all of that!”[/color] she declared in amazement once she found a little vantage point from which the city was visible. She took a few moments to just, acclimatize to the fact that mortal hands could apparently build something that big, and then turned her eyes to the vast stretches of land in between this town and there.

That was going to be a very long hike if they tried to take it on foot. Fortunately there were roads, if a bit ones that were rather snaky, but unfortunately their motor pool wasn't exactly the largest. 

[color=Aquamarine]”I have a ride, but it fits three people comfortably, and even if we stack on in its not going to fit all of us I don’t think”[/color] she informed anyone who was listening, waving a hand and briefly showing off her warthog, the princess now rather wishing she had insisted on grabbing more vehicles or kept her technical from the races (she’d considered the warthog a direct upgrade).

[color=Aquamarine]”So, guess we’ll need to find more rides? Or maybe we can attach a coach wagon to the back, if we can find one”[/color] was her thoughts on that matter. It was certainly something she was going to look for. That and, well, just a map of the local area which might be handy for navigating from here to the city, something which she assumed would not be too tricky to get her hands on. These places of learning surely had libraries that might contain such a document, she thought, not considering that a simple bookstore would be a thing that would also exist in a town like this, one that might well sell local maps alongside its arrays of overpriced textbooks, unless she happened to run across one of those when the group went about exploring the town.