Close Encounters!

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #1}

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^{Dance Island
Minatsuki Farmlands
1900 Hours}

A mild evening on Dance Island heralded little in the way of abnormalities for the people of Minatsuki, whose farmers worked the last of their crops for the day before returning to their homesteads. Fields and paddies were left mostly abandoned as the sun teetered on the horizon, domesticated animals being corralled back into their stables, pens, and shelters for the coming night. All in all, an average night for a decidedly average island, with the slowly deepening hues of the sky revealing just a few of the brightest stars.

Except for one thing.

Gleaming with a gentle heat of acceleration, another star careened its way through the clouds at speed. Rattling and rumbling unlike any other star, it soared over the wildlands with unanticipated haste, breaking the air before it — and soon enough the branches and bracken.

^{Crack! Clang! Bang! Crunch…}

Thoom! The sound of earthen debris dislodged accompanied a shower of soil spat many dozens of feet into the air. A plume of dirt and dust indicative of an impact, and one that had certainly marred the lush landscape that bordered the farmlands. Soil split and scorched in a wide wake, it all culminated in a small crater perhaps just a few feet deep. And there, resting amidst the sundered ground, was an object of unknown origin.

Sizzle… Perhaps two-and-a-half metres from end to end, a steel-plated cylinder no wider in diameter than a simple rowboat sat in silence. Slightly scratched and dented from its admittedly rough landing, it lay without motion for a good long while, still warm to the touch…

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi’s emergency escape pod crashes in the farmlands of Dance Island, close to the wild land borders.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #1 

There were only two place where you were guarantee to meet mercenaries. One was battlefield and the second on was a pub. Because of their famed rice wine and other alcoholic beverages locals were pretty accustomed to seeing these scarred and heavily armed men and women who wished to drink their money in one of their pubs. However the group that arrived this morning was somehow strange. Arriving on a small and battered boat, they didn´t rushed to the nearest inn but rather took a walk among the people asking lots of question about the Shinen Dojo. There were only nine of them, eight men and one woman, yet it was enough to made the local nervous, especially because of the huge monkey like man that looked like someone capable of breaking trees with his bare hands. All out battle between these people and the swordsmen was the last thing anyone wanted and so, once the evening came and the mercenaries settled in nearby in, they secretly send warning to the Dojo.

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“Do you think they´ll really come?”
Asked Martin, tall and men with a short brown hair, who in his formal suit looked more like the boss and not an underling of the white haired man whom he asked.

“Probably”

Said Eric. He didn´t feel any need to keep his voice own, as the rest of their group made enough noise with their argue about who should pour the ordered soju for others.

“Agnes said that she saw some people going in that direction, so I would said that in three, maybe four hours they´ll be here.”

Martin nodded, however he still looked somehow worried.

“Still, are you sure it´s a good idea to provoke them like this? They are probably no pushovers.”

Without changing his expression, Eric shrugged.

“Dunno, why? Are you scared?”

His lieutenant smirked.

“Nah, you know that I am the last one who would back out of fight, but we have few new guys with us...”

He nodded towards Takeda who, after some heated debate “won” the privilege to pour the soju to his seniors.

“He beat Adam in fight, he´ll be alright. And you are forgetting, that this won´t be an all out war. Just a small scuffle, we will test our skills and before they´ll call for a reinforcements we will be gone...”

Just as he finished something akin to a large fireball flew behind the windows hitting one of the fields not so far away with a loud bang.

“Wow, did you saw that? Falling star, it´s a sign that the ones who are in love should kiss each other!”

Smiled Gin, leaning towards Agnes, however he stopped when he felt tip of her knife under his chin.

“Or...maybe not?”

The rest of their group burst in laughter, only Mitsuo looked serious.

“Meteor huh...I heard that some master blacksmith would pay a fortune for them.”

Eric´s eyes narrowed.

“Are you sure?”

The young fighter shrugged.

“Well, my family made a fortune in the steel industry, so yes I am.”

Suddenly, Eric was on his feet.

“Agnes, Shio with me. Martin, you´ll guard the fortress until we are back”

The two mentioned Wolves got up as well, Shio silently and Agnes muttering something about her unfinished drink.

“Are you sure it´s a good idea?”

Asked Martin quetly.

Eric shrugged.

“It´s not so far away and I doubt that the local peasants will try to fight with us over it.”

With that, they from the inn towards the smoking crater.

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #2}

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“Mm… Urk… Ugh… My head,” said she who lay within the darkness. Rumbling and shaking had stirred her from a chemically induced slumber, leaving her wrestling with a pounding headache and a discombobulated sensation. Numbed limbs twitched to life again as circulation accelerated to a normal pace. And with that circulation — that restoration of sensation — came a twinge of discomfort.

“Wh— Where am I,” she coughed, body leaden by an enforced fatigue. Her mind was swimming in an abundance of familiar sensations, yet the deep darkness was perhaps the thing that most readily plagued her consciousness. Was this a dream? Glimpses of stars in the night sky that vanished as swiftly as they appeared toyed with her senses, cooling her back with the feel of fresh grass, only for it to recede. In its wake, the feel of cold metal — a table upon which her twitching became a struggle for freedom against tight binds as her eyes glimpsed brilliant white lights bearing down upon her.

^{“This isn’t,” she mouthed, breathless:
“Wasn’t I already…?”}

Reality and memory overshadowed one another in the inkiness, but soon muscles tensed and spasmed out of intent rather than illusion. A leg raised with force. Force enough to slam into metal, causing some degree of pain to resonate, but also slightly dislodging whatever it was that was before her unseeing eyes. She repeated the action, this time with judgment of distance and strength, and with it came fresh results.

Hiss…! The sound of air escaping, or perhaps entering, accompanied by the subtle gleam of light from beyond. Even a dim light seemed intensely blinding to eyes apparently unaccustomed to the sun, for a gloved hand moved to block her gaze, only to press against glass. Another movement, this time her arm, and the capsule’s door popped open — just enough to see a dim but somehow blinding sky to which eyes gradually adjusted. For how long had she lay there? Time was immeasurable in her current state of being, still confused as to where she was.

I guess I should try and see… Again, a gloved hand pressed against the dark interior, gradually easing a somewhat weighty hatch away from her body. A suit encompassed her body, hiding the truth from the outside, but the outside was perhaps the most hidden thing of all…

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi comes to, opening her escape pod.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #2 

Leaving the rest of their companions behind, Eric, Agnes and Shio headed towards the smoking crater that was left on nearby field by the falling meteor. Although they weren´t running, they set a fast pace to get there sooner then all the curious farmers that were sticking their heads out of their homes.

“Hands on guns and try to look menacingly. We don´t need any bystanders nearby.”

Eric muttered. He didn´t have to instruct Shio as his hulking stature and stone face were usually enough to keep people in desirable distance.

“Hmmm”

She responded with a smile that forced nearby teenagers back to the relative safety of their houses. Curiosity was one thing, satisfying it by provoking bunch of mercenaries another and despite all the usual boasting over glass, only few actually had what it takes.

“Here we are.”

Said Agnes, when they made it to the edge of the crater, where in surprisingly small hole full of dirt and dust was long metallic object, that resembled more coffin than a stone.

“What the...is it supposed to look this way?”

Asked Shio while carefully touching it.

“Uh...it´s hot...”
He cursed, quickly retracting his head while violently shaking with it in an attempt to cool it down. 
“Yeah you genius, it looked like literal fireball just few minutes ago.”

Agnes rolled her eyes, earning one of Shio´s frowns which was usually enough to scare man double her size.

“Silence, both of you, I think I heard some...”

Eric didn´t have enough time to finish his sentence as at the same time, the large cylinder hissed and began to slowly open itself.

“What the...there is something alive!”
Cursed Agnes, drawing one of her pistols, however Eric stopped her with a single gesture, before she could actually point it to whoever or whatever was inside, because whatever it was, it was probably more valuable alive.

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #3}

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Light leaking through the gap was almost blinding at first, but soon enough the woman’s eyes had adjusted to the ambience of this strange new world. With one last heave, the hatch swung open fully, replacing dim darkness with an open sky — an indigo canvas upon which orange clouds and specks of light were painted. A sense of familiarity welled up within her, but soon abated as she slowly eased herself into a sitting position. Her body felt heavy, leaden.

Eyes adjusted further as she looked forwards, witnessing the world through a glass visor that obscured what was within. This was not the clean, white halls and decks of a facility whose features she barely cared to remember. Nor was it the polished chrome table of that torturous place. This was something far different, alive and organic; not repetitive, lifeless and synthetic. Churned soil and strewn branches lay about a partly scorched furrow, terminating at her feet.

For a moment, she simply took in the scene, unaware that she had company. Her suit’s helmet saw to that. Silvery white covered her in her entirety, entrapping her within attire that concealed every facet of her being. To an onlooker, a body of white was broken only by singular black stripes upon the helm, arms, legs, and about the waist in the form of a belt. That, and an inky screen through which none could see save for the one who wore it.

“Unn,” she exhaled as she moved once more, tucking her legs so that she could stand. Gloves hands placed themselves on the edge of the opening, receding hastily as she felt a dull heat permeate fabric. Heat. Why was it she had such a visceral reaction to it? A fog clouded her thoughts, forcing her to steer away, and steer she did. Eyes looked to the side, spying silhouettes. A sharp intake of breath was the only thing she managed, body replying almost immediately with an aching that resonated throughout.

Three figures, all of whom were far from what she was used to seeing, seemed to observe her. Perhaps it was the presence of not one, but two large figures that set her on edge — two men of great stature, one far greater than the other, but both intimidating all the same. For a moment, memories flashed: A woman in a white coat and glasses, with two men in protective gear, much more imposing. Hesitantly, she stepped over the threshold into the crater proper, arms raised in a loosely defensive stance.

Eyes focused for a moment on gloved extremities.

^{“Greet… Greetings,” she said with open hand:
“I… I come in… peace…?”}

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi takes in her surroundings before realising she isn’t alone!}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #3 

The three Wolves were standing five steps away from the capsule, spread out into small semicircle, with Agnes in the center and the two men on the sides on the arm length away from each other. Agnes and Shio looked nervous, with Agnes still holding her pistol, while the large man crouched as if he was making himself ready to jump on anything that will leave the metallic capsule. Only Eric looked relaxed, with his arm calmly resting along the body and curious expression on his face. However, even him became somehow wary, when the lid fully opened, revealing short, humanoid figure with pure white skin disturbed only by a several black straps and with disproportionately large head, with single, big, black eye.

“Uhhh, please don´t tell me it´s a bug!”

Whispered Agnes fastidiously, while gripping her pistol harder.

“Hmmm, maybe it´s angel...it fell down from the sky after all.”

Said Shio reluctantly, earning surprised look from both of his teammates a neither of them knew he was religious. As they were debating each other that mysterious creature used the time to look around, before it finally noticed their presence and spoke.

“It can speak without a mouth?!”
“They know our language?!”

Agnes and Shio yelled in surprise. Only Eric kept his cool

“Nonsense, it´s probably some kind of helmet...am I right?”
He asked that person while something that probably should be friendly smile, however the final result was probably more akin to a wolf baring his teeth than anything else.

“Hey, don´t worry, we are friendly. Can you tell me where are you from? Did you came there?”

The white haired fighter pointed up in the sky with his index finger. He already had a theory, far fetched, born from a book he read few months ago, about a possibility of life deep beneath the earth surface and high beyond the skies. He had his doubts, but...it would explain both, their mysterious appearance and method of arrival. They had to be careful, because if he was right, they were looking on fortune far greater than any blacksmith could possibly offer them.

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #4}

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Much to her surprise, two of the people before her seemed genuinely surprised at her ability to talk. Why? It was only when the third spoke that she realised the error of her ways, turning to look at the man who bared his fangs in what she assumed was meant to be a smile — it certainly didn’t seem like a threat. The words that came after assured her of this fact, even if she was a little preoccupied with hands placed either side of her head.

Pop! Fabric and fastenings gave way to a short-lived struggle, helm pulling away from the anomaly’s head. Matted black curls flopped down, now free of their confines, but that was just the first of many abnormalities to become apparent to the three onlookers. Though basic facial features were distinctly human upon an oval face, others were far less so. Where there would be the white of eyes, there was black, emphasising vivid yellow irises. From the peak of the forehead protruded two horns, themselves almost black, in the form of straight and slender cones. But perhaps the most unusual feature of all was the colour of the skin — a shade almost akin to salmon flesh.

“Phew, I can breathe,” she said, taking a moment to savour natural air uncontaminated by the stench of disinfectants and other chemicals, securing her helmet beneath one arm. “Where am I from? Where am I from…? Huh,” the mysterious maiden clicked her tongue, scratching the side of her head for a moment before raising a finger to the sky, pointing almost straight up. “I came from somewhere that way,” came the response, as bizarre as it might have sounded. Truthfully, she could not remember.

“Oh… I should introduce myself, I suppose,” the alien woman stated with some level of dissatisfaction; a sharp contrast to what she was feeling. Finally, after such a long spell, she was face to face with fellow humans. There were no white walls, no confinement, no experiments — no worries! With at least a little more positivity in her tone, she made out to speak.

^{“I’m… I’m,” there was a pause:
“Sanagi… No? Yes! Sanagi!”}

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi doffs her helmet and answers the questions, introducing herself, but struggling with memories.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #4 

So it truly was helmet and judging from the visitor´s reaction they completely forgot about wearing it, which resulted in situation that under normal circumstances would be probably funny if not for the unusual appearance of that being that were revealed once they removed the upper part of their suit.

“Well, one thing is for sure...it´s not human.”
Muttered Shio, bold and straightforward as ever, loudly enough for the alien to hear him. Eric glared at his subordinate in anger but even he had to admit that his note was accurate. Black eyes with yellow irises, two horns pink, almost salmon like skin were far away from the look of regular human. Actually it was far away from a description of any race Eric ever heard or read off meaning, she...at least he thought the alien was female...wasn´t from this world. She confirmed it herself, when in answer to his question the salmon skinned girl pointed towards the sky.

“Well, nice too meet you Sanagi. My name is Eric and these are my friends, Shio...”

Eric, who was probably the only one from their group who keep his wits pointed towards the hulking man

“and Agnes.”
He pointed towards the girl who was looking on Sanagi in quiet awe with her mouth half open as if she still couldn´t believe what was happening right in front of her eyes.

“Uh...well...hi”

The usually foul mouthed woman finally managed to at least rise her hand in greeting.

Eric sighed.
“Well Sanagi, since you are new her would you mind if we invited you for a dinner? After such a long journey you have to be hungry and we and our friends already have pub reserved just over there.”
The white haired fighter pointed towards group of buildings few hundreds of meters away from them. He used this opportunity to carefully look around but fortunately there was nothing out of usual. That was good news because the last thing they needed right now were swordsmen from the school their provoked paying them visit.

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #5}

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^{“Well, one thing is for sure,” muttered the second man:
“It’s not human…”}

“W— What do you mean? O— Of course I’m human!” Sanagi stammered, rather taken aback by the fellow’s assumptions. She saw very little reason to defend her statement, however, for her belief was firm. What made him believe her to be anything other than human? She did not know, but at the very least her welcome party was introduced in kind. Eric, the sturdy man with snowy silver hair. Shio, the burly sir who had proclaimed inhumanity. Agnes, the one woman amongst that entourage.

“Well, Sanagi,” Eric began, prompting an odd feeling within the woman’s mind, though one she dismissed as he continued. It was an offer — an offer of sustenance after a presumably long journey. She recalled little to none of it. The last moments had stirred her from slumber, that much she was aware of, but the events prior to the darkness were lost. All the same, a little food would not have gone amiss.

“Uh… Sure, I guess,” she replied, once again showing some semblance of reluctance despite being entirely optimistic towards the prospect. “Lead the way,” the alien lass gestured, taking one last glance back at the pod — a state of confinement that had liberated her from a tortuous existence. If only she could remember the moments that had led up to this awakening.

And so they trekked.

^{“Hey, uh… Derik,” the dark-haired daemonette questioned:
“Where exactly am I right now? What’s this place called?”}

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi declares herself to be human after hearing Shio’s utterance, but accepts Eric’s offer, soon asking him (though getting his name wrong) where she is.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Eric | #eeeeee
Shio | #777777

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #5 

Immediately after Shio´s reckless words, Sanagi started to defend herself, claiming that she is indeed human. Well, even Eric who already saw a lots of weird things while sailing the seas doubted it, but then, unlike his companion he had enough self control to keep his doubt for himself as safely feeling victims were the easy victims. And so, he just nodded and assured her or her truth.

Fortunately, it didn´t scared her away no made her reluctant to his offer as the alien girl quickly accepted Eric´s invitation for a meal.

On their road back to the inn, Sanagi asked the obvious question about where is she, however Eric had to take a moment to process it as he wasn´t completely sure if she is asking about their world as a whole or this particular island. But few seconds later, he realized as pointless this thought was even if she was asking about the former, he wouldn´t know how to answer and so he picked for her.

“It´s Eric, not Deric and this place called Dance Island, small, rainy piece of land in the South Blue. They have decent rice wine, but...that´s it.”

Slowly reverting back to his usual mood, Eric was becoming less and less chatty, however he still added question that was bothering his mind.

“And what about you? Is it nice up there? In the skies? How does it look like there?”

“Ehm, Eric...”

Agnes pointed his attention towards small crowd of people, counting eight, maybe twelve men with pitchforks and torches who were hurrying towards them from the nearby settlements.

“Ah look Sanagi, its a welcome party, you are here like five minutes and already have fan club.”

Laughed Shio while cracking his knuckles.

“Stay behind us, alright?”

Said Agnes with warm, almost friendly smile, as Eric quickened his pace to be few steps ahead of their small group.

“Good evening.”

Eric greeted the leader of their group, man around 10 cm taller than him with lean, wiry build, short gray hair and long hands that were holding long pitchfork.

“No...”
The men said in return.

“You are not bringing that thing into our village!”
Given the fact that his finger, trembling from anger was pointing towards Sanagi, it was pretty obvious who he things by that “thing”.

Eric sighed.

“That´s not a nice way to address lady. Hey look, I understands your concerns, but I can guarantee you, that she is just a harmless lost traveler, that´s all.”
“Are you out of your mind? That thing fell from the sky! It´s some dem...”

He couldn´t finish his sentence, as Eric, bored by this needles chat knocked him out cold with quick uppercut. As the men fell the remaining eleven attacked with while screaming angrily.

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #6}

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“Dance Island… South Blue,” Sanagi repeated as Eric answered her question, though really all it did was stir up already foggy memories. The words ‘Island’ and ‘Blue’ seemed to draw forth blurred images from the darkened depths of her mind, but a myriad of additional questions soon buried those traces. However, Eric was not without his own questions, this time about the girl’s own origins, but she was given no real time to answer.

^{“Ehm, Eric…?”}

^{“Ah, look, Sanagi,” Shio laughed:
“You already have a fan club.”}

^{“Uhm… What?”}

“Stay behind us, alright?” Agnes said warmly. Of her escorts, it was Eric himself who stepped forwards to meet the man in the middle — the head of a group of armed folk who brandished pointed tools and burning torches. The pink-skinned peculiarity remained at bay, as Agnes had asked, but kept eyes focused upon those who carried flames. The yellow-orange tongues of heat unnerved her, heartbeat accelerated by a sense of self-preservation that crawled across her body, skin prickling as words were exchanged.

Thwack! The first blow was dealt as Eric’s fist collided with the man’s jaw, knocking him back off his feet and apparently unconscious, for he fell to the ground limply. That had sealed the deal, however, for angered yells announced the charge from those that remained — those that outnumbered nearly three to one. It was painfully clear where their ire directed them as larger men intervened with Eric and others raced forwards and split, attempting to push past Shio and Agnes and surround the alien entity.

“Uh… I— I come in peace!” she yelled out, repeated those same words to establish her point, but this time failed to garner a positive reaction. These people were set in their ways. Something inside told her to run. Another told her to fight back. That bickering had her frozen to the spot, at least temporarily, keeping a close eye on fork and flame…

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi finds herself the target of the peoples’ fear and anger, but doesn’t know how to act.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Eric | #eeeeee
Shio [NPC] | #777777
Agnes [NPC] | #e66b19

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #6 

Fist met a jaw in quick exchange of energy and the jaw gave in, with her owner falling to the ground unconscious. Than, the hell broke loose as the remaining villagers yelled as one and charged against them with their pitchforks and torches. Sanagi yelled once again, that she came in peace, Shio cursed and raised his arms in defensive stance, Erik grimly smirked, looking forward to a good brawl, Agnes rolled her eyes and shot the closes one to the knee with one of her pistols..

BANG!

The sound of gunshot silenced everyone else as the angry crowd froze in place with the sole exception of the shot guy who was screaming on the ground instead.

“The girl said she came in peace, so you yokels better respect that and get out of our way, or the next one will go into someone´s head understood?”

In stunned silence, the villagers were looking on each other, unsure what to do now. Attacking dangerous looking guys in anger while having outnumbering them more than three to one was one thing. Playing Russian roulette against gun that will surely badly hurt if not outright kill you with single hit completely another. Yes they still had numerical superiority, but who wanted to be the hero that will sacrifice himself for the rest? To Eric´s disappointment obviously no one as short, brown haired man yelled

“I am getting out of here.”
And the rest of them followed his example by quick retreat that looked almost as if taken from some comedy show. They actually were in such hurry, that they forgot their two wounded friends laying down on the grounds.

“Ah poor thing, look at you, they left you behind? That´s cruel, but don´t worry, aunt Agnes will help you out of your misery.”

Addressing herself as an aunt of man who was almost twice of her age was weird, but when she walked towards him with sinister smile and gun pointed to his head it was the last thing on his list of worries.
CLICK!

The poor fellow fainted sooner than he realized, that the gun she was pointing on him, was the empty one.

“Hmmm, your jokes are getting worse and worse, you should do something about that.”
Muttered Shiro while routinely checking both of the downed guys and quickly bandaging the shot one to make sure he won´t die any time soon.

“What? They ran away, so where is the problem?”

Asked Agnes with mischievous expression.

“THAT´S the problem.”

Sighed Eric glumly.

“Ah...whatever, where were we...yeah I know, so how does it look up there Sanagi?”
He asked as he started walking again, pointing up, towards the sky.

“I mean in the place you came from.”

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #7}

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The event was over sooner than she could perhaps have anticipated, all ended with the pull of a trigger and a loud crack. Despite their apparent ire at the ‘monster’ before them, it seemed the people would have rather preserved their own lives than try and take somebody else’s. For Sanagi, the sound of gunfire had snapped her out of her fearful dilemma, allowing her to watch as the angry mob scurried away. Only two remained behind, the second of which joined the first in a state of unconsciousness.

^{“Your jokes are getting worse…”}

^{“What?” Agnes questioned:
“Where is the problem?”}

“Ah… Whatever,” Eric muttered, beginning to walk again once Shio had finished tending to the two floored men, and soon picking up the conversation as if nothing had transpired. These were very strange people, that much she was sure of, completely ignorant of the irony in such a thought as she hurried along to keep with the group.

“It’s… Uhm… I don’t really remember,” HG-04 said, probing the fog for information. Again, all that came to mind were images of blank hallways and the scent of disinfectants, bright white lights and the vast and inky darkness. “It feels like it’s been a long time,” she added, “and all I really recall are the hallways and the darkness… and the stars.” Dark eyes looked skywards, spying a steadily increasing number of specks of light in the vast deep blue above. It was somewhat soothing upon her soul.

^{“Oh… Uhm,” she snapped back to reality:
“Where exactly are we going, again…?”}

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi is a little confused by what just happened, but answers Eric’s questions all the same, forgetting where they were even headed.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Eric | #eeeeee
Shio [NPC] | #777777
Agnes [NPC] | #e66b19

[Mr. Moon]

Eric #7 

Sanagi admitted that she doesn´t remember much from her past, unknowingly prompting Agnes to take her around shoulders like if she was their buddy who hanged with them for months and not someone they met just a few moments ago.

“Ah, you poor thing, did you injured your head during that fall and lost your memory?”

“Agnes...”

Eric warned his packmate, maybe a bit more harshly than he wanted. Agnes was a good, reliable fighter, but her habit of rescuing the weirdest of the lost puppies was sometimes getting the better out of her, especially if the “puppy” in question was their intended victim.

“Hmpf...”

She muttered but pulled her arm back, stabbing Eric´s backs with condemning gaze.

“Just as I told you before.”

Completely ignoring Agnes´s silent protest, Irongate answered Sanagi´s question.

“I am going to introduce you to the rest of mine friends. They are over there in the inn.”

The large fighter pointed towards one of the biggest buildings near them, from which the sounds of ongoing celebration could be heard. It made Eric frown. True, they were soldiers of fortune and only few people knew how to celebrate better than them, but his people were usually disciplined enough to wait at least their task was actually finished. So if they didn´t miss the fight, which was unlikely, they should rather have very good explanation for their behavior. And they did. As they entered the building, the white haired fighter found his remaining subordinates sitting around large barrel of ale, with their table full of food that looked like something freshly looted from the kitchen. The thing that picked his interest most was however…

“Where is the innkeeper?”

Asked Shio, whose train of thoughts was obviously very similar to Eric´s.

“He ran away, right after the gunshots.”

Smirked Adam, huge half monkey mink with bare chest, who was holding roasted goose leg in one hand and keg in the other.

“So we made ourselves like at home!”

Eric sighed.

“Excellent, just don´t forget why we are here and stay sober. Newbie...”

Irongate pointed on Mitsuo, young handsome looking man in perfectly clean suit that obviously didn´t fit in the company of other Wolves.

“Take care of our guest. Rahu...”

This time he picked young, wild looking man with long hair, who was wearing nothing except simple jeans and brightly colored flip flops.

“With me.”

With sight the young man left his unfinished dinner and headed to the kitchen with his boss, while the rest of their crew turned their attention towards Sanagi, whom their finally noticed.

“Wow, pretty, are you Agnes´s new girlfriend?”

Asked Gin, flamboyant looking man with floral pattern shirt and brown shorts.

“Did you fell from the sky?”

Martin tried his luck, unknowingly guessing the correct answer, while Adam left both his food and drink behind, jumping across the room only to land only half meter away from the alien looking girl.

“Hey!”
He loomed over her with inquisitive look on his face.

“Are you mink too?”

[Vio]

^{Sanagi #8}

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The initial contact was a little unsettling, if anything was to be said. Though there was clearly no ill intent in Sanagi’s mind, having Agnes wrap an arm around her called forth hazy glimpses of arms reaching out — her body tensed within the suit. Eric didn’t even have to say anything specific, however; just the woman’s name, and the arm was retracted. It was then he who answered her question proper, and just in time, for the visions of simple buildings had come to the fore.

A large structure built of timber with a cobbled stonework base, spanning near twice the size of its closest neighbour, even HG-04 could hear the sounds of cheer emanating from within. It was Eric who entered first, prefacing their entry before doing so, the others allowing Sanagi inside, where eyes did spy an odd sight. A group of people who each looked very out of place compared to one another sat about a table stacked with plates and dishes of various foodstuffs, besides which stood a barrel.

^{“Huh…?”}

Questions came thick and fast as Eric and the one called Rahu disappeared into one of the rooms behind, but the one that actively startled the oddity was the final question to fly her way — a large man who dwarfed most everyone in the room with a muscular body and an extensive coating of hair that covered more than just his head. He looked more like an animal than a person, though maybe that was an odd assessment coming from the literally freakish anomaly.

“N— No,” Sanagi processed, taking in the odd sight of the man before her. Amongst the group, the two of them were most definitely the strangest of beings, but Miss Wells had absolutely no idea what ‘Mink’ was. For a moment, she didn’t even respond, simply scanning over the tailed person’s physical form in search of something, placing a gloved hand to her upper left arm, mere inches above the elbow. “I’m… human,” she confirmed, still firmly of that belief despite the confusion.

“My name is Sanagi,” the alien woman added, casting piercing yellow eyes towards the others who formed this little gathering. Aside Agnes, Shio, and the beast-man, there stood others who had spoken. One, a man with a rather flamboyant look to him, and another, a man in a suit who had asked if she had come from the sky. She looked to the latter first. “Uh… I did,” she answered, then looking at the stand-out man who had also posed a query: “What’s an Agnes…?”

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{Post Synposis:}
_{Sanagi enters the inn where Eric’s company are, answering questions despite the confusion.}

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Eric | #eeeeee
Shio [NPC] | #777777
Agnes [NPC] | #e66b19