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Who: Annie Leonhardt

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What: A newcomer explores the castle. What is going on? What is happen? What is this place evena all about? Why are there no walls? you know. Big ones.
When: The morning of September 6.
Where: Cair Paradisa.
Rating: ???

So this was a new world.

As impossible as it was, it was a relief. From what she initially discovered about Paradisa, it knew nothing of the taint of the titans... and humans, although still small in number, were thriving and free. It was leagues better than back home, where certain repercussions awaited her. Not that she was one to stray from reaping what she sowed, she couldn't help but refuse to accept punishment for something in which she couldn't remember her reasoning.

It was annoying, to say the least. But really, what did it matter? She was stuck here now, and here she would stay.

And so, she'd explore. She would get a feel for this so-called kingless castle, something completely separate from the fucked up political and miltaristic system she had seemingly left behind.

Not that this place was much less a prison...

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"The titans." She'll watch for any sign of comprehension from the other guy. But considering the fact that the woman from the other day and her had only small similarities in their world's basic problems, she would elaborate further. "They're these terrible creatures that feed on humans..."

But she would not terrify this guy with the details. "But apparently that's not something to worry about here."

There is comprehension in his features, but probably not quite the sort she was looking for. Ben nods, giving a soft 'oh', casting his gaze back to the expanse ahead of them.

"No, things are pretty quite here," he says eventually. "The...terrible creatures in ym world aren't here, either."

"It shouldn't be as unsettling as it is, not to have everyone living in fear by default." She leaned over the ledge, gauging the fall, appearing as if she didn't quite care how bleak her optimism had been.

Ben, it seems, doesn't notice. He's been living in his own pit of pessimism, he'd been told this was a good place, but he was still searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.

"But it still is, when you're used to running and fighting all the time, you're not prepared for just...stopping."

There's a nod from Annie, eyes peeking up at the other and looking otherwise emotionless. "Optimism may be a viable option yet."

A hand would also moved through her hair, the girl averting her eyes from Ben and speaking low. "I must have ruined the mood."

He tilts his head in her direction, offering her a small smile, trying his best to put her at ease.

"It's okay, you didn't ruin anything, I promise," his mood being constantly 'unhappy' these days, regardless. "I'm Ben."

Optimism. Everyone was optimistic. Even in the slightest. She could see why. There wasn't anything to worry about here like there was back home. You could dwell on it over and over, but as it stood, it was just... different.

A vacation, as Tess said. "Annie." She softened her expression at that, looking up at Ben as she spoke. Hey, it was her equivalent of a handshake.

Even now, optimism felt wrong. It left a bad taste in his mouth, as if he shouldn't be feeling it at all, with the way things are back home.

"Nice to meet you."

"Thank you." People here were... actually decent people. Nothing too terrible, nothing too annoying.

Might as well give it a shot. Maybe she should try saying something conversational. Something... normal. "What do you do for fun around here?"

God normal conversations were so hard. Ben didn't even have a lot of 'fun' actives he could fall back on. Most of the time he continued to patrol and prepare, unable to truly settle, to turn off that survival clock in his head.

"There's a pretty neat games room, I guess."

Normal conversations were hard! It was always business back home... and that was only if she even gave people the time of day, which was more than rare. And something told her she really shouldn't start things off with throwing her kicks around.

"I tried one not too long ago." She bit her lip, dwelling on how miserably she played it. "The one with the yellow circle. Pac Man?"

He wouldn't appreciate the violence all that much and would probably end up falling off the roof in the process. He makes a softly amused sound at her comment. Wow. Retro.

"I know the one. It's always in arcades. It was super big in the seventies."

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