09-29-2015, 05:06 AM
"That would probably make the most sense. I figured something similar myself... if this is a new reality where people from all over get pulled into, there must be an underlying system to prevent huge differences in power. I mean, what I define as "powerful" could be considered weak in your homeworld, or the other way around. Or the magic that I know from my homeworld could not be existing here, effectively meaning that I'm powerless." She hmmed at the thought, then shrugged. "I suppose that we will find out as we go. Especially at the tournament."
When Dawnika began to speak of her people, Alexyana fell quiet and listened intently. However, her thoughts ran wild, memorizing names and explanations. Quotin must be the name of the land, or world where she comes from... Akame is their word for demon? And they weren't evil, nor were they feral. She stroked over her chin with great interest. Perhaps these Akame are something quite different than what I thought. A race, like humankind. And the... Solmiir? Are they angels or some other lifeform which is considered innately good?
She cleared her throat at the last bit however. "I have no way of proving that I am not in fact a figment of your imagination, but in that same way I cannot be sure if it is me dreaming and you are merely a figure made up by my mind. I've kind of concluded that while I am not awake to prove myself it was a dream, I will consider this reality. Everything around me, the world, the people, you... just a strange reality which a strange being has pulled me into."
When coming to the building near the Colosseum where applications were being taken, Alexyana dismounted and hmmed, eyeing the large building for a few seconds before she turned to Dawnika. "A little training would be great. I haven't battled for years now, I'm feeling rusty. But honestly, the tournament and any prizes to be won here are secondary to me. I want to meet people and gain some understanding of the levels of power we're dealing with around here. A tournament almost always attracts interesting people, powerful individuals who compete for the crown. Sometimes even leaders of groups or kingdoms who wish to prove their military strength to their rivals. All that is useful information I would not want to miss out on." She grinned, reaching for Dawnika's hand but doing so in a way that was purposedly easy to see, if Dawnika did not want to be grabbed. Regardless of if she got to take her hand though, she said: "Let's go sign up together. There's no reason to be doing it one at a time."
When Dawnika began to speak of her people, Alexyana fell quiet and listened intently. However, her thoughts ran wild, memorizing names and explanations. Quotin must be the name of the land, or world where she comes from... Akame is their word for demon? And they weren't evil, nor were they feral. She stroked over her chin with great interest. Perhaps these Akame are something quite different than what I thought. A race, like humankind. And the... Solmiir? Are they angels or some other lifeform which is considered innately good?
She cleared her throat at the last bit however. "I have no way of proving that I am not in fact a figment of your imagination, but in that same way I cannot be sure if it is me dreaming and you are merely a figure made up by my mind. I've kind of concluded that while I am not awake to prove myself it was a dream, I will consider this reality. Everything around me, the world, the people, you... just a strange reality which a strange being has pulled me into."
When coming to the building near the Colosseum where applications were being taken, Alexyana dismounted and hmmed, eyeing the large building for a few seconds before she turned to Dawnika. "A little training would be great. I haven't battled for years now, I'm feeling rusty. But honestly, the tournament and any prizes to be won here are secondary to me. I want to meet people and gain some understanding of the levels of power we're dealing with around here. A tournament almost always attracts interesting people, powerful individuals who compete for the crown. Sometimes even leaders of groups or kingdoms who wish to prove their military strength to their rivals. All that is useful information I would not want to miss out on." She grinned, reaching for Dawnika's hand but doing so in a way that was purposedly easy to see, if Dawnika did not want to be grabbed. Regardless of if she got to take her hand though, she said: "Let's go sign up together. There's no reason to be doing it one at a time."
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