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[disclaimer: Willow speaks bird. She's also wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a dark purple hoodie, with black sneakers. Hair is up in a single ponytail.]

1. Ecruteak City, Burned Tower
[Willow's gotten used to finding these strange creatures and has attracted quite a few of their birds that have happily joined her party, and found that like in her world she can understand them just fine. Sometimes a bother to her if she's trying to sleep, but she enjoys their chirping and conversation. Much more than any of these people around who've stared at her pointed ears, that's for sure. How uncouth to stare, manners should have been taught in their youth!

But what's really caught her attention here are the myths of a powerful and rare bird Pokemon known as Ho-Oh, and not only that, the burned tower has caught her attention as well as she just stares at the officer who looks the same as all the others and gives a shrug as she enters the building with a flashlight in hand as her Murkrow sits on her shoulder and Rookidee pokes out from her hood.]

They think me incapable of handling myself, how absurd. Humans... Weak creatures from the moment they're born until they die, and most can't even understand a creature's voice. [She mutters after she's entered the building, not particularly caring if anyone inside had heard her.]

2. Olivine City, beachfront
[A relaxing day for once, surprising her as she's laying on the beach as her Vulpix is curled on her chest, receiving the best of scritches! Her other Pokemon are nearby, but close enough to be in reach, bathing in the warm sunlight next to their trainer. Save for one pesky little Murkrow who has decided to hop onto her head and peer down at her face with a loud caw of demanding the same attention that Vulpix is getting. Of course she would, she's always demanded attention from her "human" ever since the bird dropped from a tree right into her lap. As always, Willow gives the black bird an ample amount of head scratches and beak rubs, even giving the bird some needed tlc for those tail feathers. It should be noted that it's unwise to touch a bird anywhere but their head, but Willow speaks bird and knows enough to assure her pokemon that she's not her mate and that Corvisquire is indeed this Murkrow's mate.

Murkrow relaxes enough to stop her cawing, instead switching to croak-like purrs.
However should someone come near her with a Murkrow (or even Honchkrow) of their own, her Murkrow will start cawing up a storm in either defensive "this is my trainer!" or excited "FRIEND" (or both) crows.]

Lythie, my feathered beast, calm your feathers. Are they truly worthy of such a loud noise, friendly or defensive, just because another of your kin has taken a liking to them?

[Should they have any other bird Pokemon around or on them, Murkrow will make a few chirps and go back to being scratched, keeping a wary eye on them. Willow however, will direct her gaze directly at the bird and examine its feathers and demeanor, immediately judging the person's care (or lack thereof) of the pokemon.]

[Should the bird appear healthy and happy:] That bird, it quite likes you, I see you know how to care for them.
[Should the bird appear unhappy:] The bird is displeased with you, are you taking care of it? Or... perhaps you just acquired the creature and don't yet know how to make it happy?

[Seeing as he plans to find a better understanding of this strange and seemingly broken world (honestly, something must be wrong with that strange music always playing, let alone how malformed the creatures are), it only makes sense for him to visit the ruins. There he might get a better glimpse of the foundation of this place, some hidden truth that the natives aren't exactly...willing to impart. Granted, they do not seem willing to do much at all, which is a matter for another time.

It's honestly strange having to use something like a flashlight to see where he's going, primarily because as a being of darkness means that perceiving things in said darkness was never a problem. Even before his distinction as an Ascian it served him little problem with his Sight, yet here he was without both.

Here, he ironically needed the light to see much of anything. Another sore point against this world. None of that mattered, anyway, it was but merely the laws of nature, and he had simply lived outside of such for so long, this was all just annoying inconvenience. A distraction paired with his lesser ability to sense what's around him, that he does not see the girl when she enters.

He does, however, hear her, and my does she say such interesting things. Turning to her from an old tattered scroll he was trying to make sense of, he towers before her even with his slouching posture. He's dressed in usual attire, which looks a bit sorely out of place, but he doesn't mind that at all.]

Did I hear you correctly? [He inquires, looking at her with dubious interest.] Were you implying just now that you are not human?

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[The need of a flashlight irks her, as well as the lack of exceptional eyesight of a bird that she possessed. In darkness she would usually just summon a bit of fire for it to illuminate her surroundings, but this object did just the same, as annoying as it was to have to cart the thing in her pack.

While she does not see the man at first, her Murkrow seems to notice something as she fluffed up defensively almost immediately, although Willow paid it no mind due to wanting to seek out answers in this place. After all, a legend that two powerful birds used to roost in this city before this tower was burnt? A fascinating story, although the monks rudely denied her any of their knowledge.

Once she's spoken to, she peers up at him, taking note of his height. By the gods, he's as tall as an elf and some of the dragons when they took a mortal appearance! Perhaps he's one himself.

A short, semi disgusted, snort before she returns an answer:] Of course not! Do I look it? I should hope I do not appear as such, with my ears as they are. [at least this world allowed her ears to remain pointed, she would have been furious otherwise.]

[A rough and deep voice answers her from inside the shadows.]

Humans cannot even understand the voices of one another, whether living or dead. Why expect any better?

[A shine of the flashlight reveals the culprit sitting in a corner with his legs drawn up, a leather jacket over his shoulders, and... just, covered in Rattata apparently.]

[Listen, don't question his life choices.]

[Dimitri still doesn't feel... entirely comfortable when it comes to staying in inns, or honestly cities in general. Those are the kinds of places something like him doesn't belong in. Frankly, if he were on his own, Dimitri would probably never step inside a single city or town in all of this strange land. But he has a traveling companion, against all odds, and they apparently cared enough about such things, so he'd reluctantly agreed to stay in Ecruteak.]

[That doesn't mean he has to indulge in such unnecessary things himself. The tower had called to him, with its ruined state, and he couldn't help but feel faintly reminded of Garreg Mach. A similar kind of ruin, all because of man... That's all the reason he really wants to entertain, and, even then, not by much.]

[But people certainly seem interested in this kind of place... Enough so that Dimitri had made sure to settle down with his only good eye facing the entrance into the tower, just in case. One could argue there's no truly dangerous reason to be so on edge... but Dimitri still can't believe or understand that. He can still hardly believe or understand his entire situation, frankly.]

[At least he doesn't seem aggressive, and neither do the good half dozen Rattata that are lounging all over him.]

Of that we can agree, I suppose. Some perhaps may deserve it, but rare it is to deem them worthy of such praise, so rare I would say impossible.

[The light of her flashlight beams towards the direction of the man who spoke, covered in those rat creatures. What were they called again? Rattata? But what catches her eye is that this man looks like he's seen much better days what with one eye covered from what she can tell.

Willow doesn't judge, she herself prefers sleeping outside in the comfort of a tree where she can surround herself with the strange birds of this world she understands somehow. Birds were still birds no matter their world it would seem. The only thing she would, and does, judge are the humans themselves.

Seeking some answers, even if only returned with minuscule amounts, Willow sighs in his direction.]

You appear to have known better days, were they caused of this world or another? Perhaps your homeland caused that? [There it is, her curiosity despite all else.]

[The shine of the flashlight has him squint, but Dimitri doesn't say anything, only adjusts. After being in the dark for so long, it's only expected that he'd need to do that for some light or another. It does mean it's a little harder to get a good look at the woman who's stepped inside to gauge how much of a threat she might be...]

[Fortunately, the Rattata make a good alarm system. While they perk their ears up from their various positions, whether hanging from Dimitri's knee or lounging on his stomach, none of them seem particularly frightened or wary. Just curious, much like they'd been when he'd settled down.]

[With that much checked on, Dimitri tilts his head back.]

There was a war, and now I am dead. I imagine that shows well enough, when it comes to my person.

[At least, that's his personal theory on all of.... this.]

[had she had her magic, she would have illuminated the room with a fireball or two hovering around them, but instead she must use the contraption she's got in her hand. Sorry Dimitri, she's unsure how to dim the light on this thing, but she'll lower it ever so slightly once she's gotten a look around him and the surroundings to gauge the threat levels of the area.

With the light lowered, and should he be able to see her features better, he would see that her ears come to a tip unlike a human's ear that is rounded. Clearly showing she's not of this world nor is she human.]

Ah, war... vile things they are, senseless death and bloodshed caused mainly by a mortal's greed and lust for power. If this is the afterlife, truly it seems like it's not one that's awful, but I've my doubts it is the afterlife as I see none I know that've perished in my own homeland. Although the insufferable background music could be done without, even if it were the case.

I believe one could say that the music is perhaps a form of punishment.

[A very trivial... and mundane... and never ending punishment. Especially depending on where one is in this bizarre existence. Dimitri is half traveling just to find somewhere that isn't annoying.]

[There's also the lack of purpose in his life along with what feels like an eternal torment, but... He's not going to just spill that out. Not yet, anyway. The night is young, and he still can't sleep.]

[As the light lowers, he considers the young woman properly, gaze flicking momentarily to her ears. It's definitely something he'd never seen before in Fodlan... but at the same time, he's not entirely sure what to make of it, and if it even has any impact on him at all. The answer to that last one, he decides on fairly quickly.]

[She hasn't attacked him, so there's no problem.]

There are people who sided with me that I've seen here... Although even that brings up more questions than answers.

Although, perhaps a more relevant question would be what draws you to this place.

A punishment indeed... I can agree to that. How the locals can stand it, I know not. Perhaps they're not subjected to the infernal noise and it is just those of us not from this place.

[A punishment befitting of what she herself did, although not a crime, she still performed ancient magicks of her kind to bind a soul to her to prevent a death. What one would do for their loved ones can drive rationality from existence in the moment of action. She was certainly no exception, and she curses the gods for ripping her from that person into this world, not that they'd hear her curses here.

She sees no reason to cause the man harm, not when he's not attacked her either. If anything, she's more curious of him than feeling hostility.]

I've learnt in my many, many years that unlikely allies can come at a moment's notice and change how you view the world, and the people themselves. [After all, that's how she met the person she bound her soul to, the woman was from an enemy race yet they formed a connection Willow thought impossible beforehand.] As for what draws me? Simple. I wish to know more of the magnificent legend of the birds that once resided here, the locals dare not deign to part with their knowledge to an outsider.

[Of course demons aren't used to the eternal flames of hell... but honestly Dimitri isn't entirely sure yet if that's what they are, or if they're just people who refuse to admit they're dead. This place seems to be in no small shortage of that, after all.]

[But their conversation has turned to more immediate matters, such as the building they're in, and Dimitri allows his gaze to drift over what is illuminated from the shine of the flashlight.]

Legendary birds... It is talk that constantly rises in this town. [Enough that even a feral hermit like Dimitri to catch wind of it.] Such a place seems to be one of pride to them, although I cannot see why.

Those that resided here... have clearly long abandoned it, and thus them. But then, I would say they have not earned such attention.

[Death is a cruel yet curious thing indeed, but a more intriguing topic of the mystical birds piques Willow's attention more for the moment. She's dealt with enough death as is back home.

She shakes her head, crossing her arms in front of her, flashlight now pointing to a wall that had charred writing and some picture depiction of both towers at full height on a wall. Maybe now the value is lost, but in the past? Certainly something sacred had to have called a powerful bird here. Something calls her besides the knowledge, after all she resonates with birds being a "legendary" Phoenix herself. Or rather, WAS one before she arrived with only understanding the birds and having them drawn to her intact.]

Been here long enough have you to hear such talk? Pray, tell me such words you've heard? Even if not seeming of import, history still tells a tale with minor details. [A pause before she shakes her head. She seems to have forgotten manners, something she must rectify immediately.] Ah. Do forgive me, my manners have escaped me, my name is Willow.

[Ah. Right. Introductions. He used to care so much about this sort of things, and how he was perceived... Now, there's no reason to worry about that, is there? The beast is out in plain view after the events in Fhirdiad, his home, and he need not hold himself back.]

[Still... Perhaps it is some form of old habit that has him incline his head towards Willow.]

...Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

[It doesn't matter what the Empire tries to call it. It is and always will be Faerghus. If only he hadn't failed to take that snake's head when he was living...]

[One of the Rattata's squirms up along his shoulder, nosing around in his hair, and Dimitri snaps out of it before he can get completely lost in his own head- something that tends to happen often. Reaching up, he steadies the creature.]

I claim no expertise on this matter... Only what I have heard. This place is fond of its legends... and so there are claims this was once the home of a powerful bird, before a fire chased it away.

That is quite the name you have Dimitri, and one that sounds naught of a commoner's name. [While middle names in her world were not rare things, commonfolk didn't often speak them when introducing themselves unless in the face of the ruling classes where formalities were required.] A pleasure to have a name in which to call you, and since we're saying full names, mine is Willow Nova Amarina.

[Deciding that in the moment, Dimitri wasn't a threat to her at all, she steps a couple lengths closer and seats herself in front of him. Not too close as to suffocate space, but close enough that she doesn't have to project her voice and disturb the creatures that lived there. He Murkrow hops off her shoulder and curiously hops closer to Dimitri, keeping her distance as necessary. Willow plucks the Rookidee out of her hood and places the small bird in her lap, scratching it softly, while Fletchinder lets herself out of her pokeball and sits next to her trainer and keeps a sharp eye on the rattata around her.]

I ask not for expertise, only things you have heard. None are ever true experts of legend save those of legend in which they are about. I hear tell of a rainbow bird that resides in the other tower, but not much of the one that resided here before its destruction. But one thing that I find curious is the rainbow bird gave life to three creatures that burned in this here tower? Is this something you've heard too? That creature, if legend is true, would be called a Phoenix in my homeland. [in which the irony is not lost on her, that she is drawn to the same type of creature that she is herself.]

[The comment about his name only earns a simple dull-eyed look, and no response. Whatever he was in his living, it matters not now that he is little else than one more regretful ghost. Perhaps it mattered very little even then, honestly, with the vipers that snapped at his heels to make him fumble and the monstrous entity he really is underneath the skin of a human.]

[He doesn't move when she ventures closer, either, merely adjusts his legs so that he can see her slightly better. The Rattata clinging to his knee stays right there despite the movement, just watching curiously along with all of its kin as the two bird-like Pokemon come closer.]

Yes... I have heard of such a creature. The legend is apparently well known, in this town if nowhere else.

[Well, all towns and cities have their own legends that an outsider would be unaware of upon first stepping past the gates. That much isn't surprising. As the Murkrow approaches, Dimitri glances at it with at least a bit more... liveliness than before, and he shifts his arm until his hand is loosely held out towards it.]

[He knew some nobles familiar with falconry and the like, but he was more a person of horses and hounds... and that's not even taking into account how different these strange creatures are to those he knew from home. He sticks with this for now, a simple offering of his hand to inspect if the creature wishes to. In the meanwhile, the Rattata all over him peer over at their company, each seeming to have their attention snagged by a different bird... including the human-looking one speaking.]

I have overheard the name of the creature in the other tower... Ho-Oh, if my memory serves.

[Rookidee sits patiently in her lap, staring around his surroundings and especially that of the rattata now that he has a better view than through a veil of vibrant red hair. Soft chirps every now and again as he's scratched, but otherwise content to sit there and not hop off unlike Murkrow, who is both bolder and much more curious.

Murkrow looks back to Willow, who nods approvingly, and then gently pushes her beak into Dimitri's hand as she hops closer to the outstretched hand. She's a cautious bird, but if her trainer sees no threat then she'll ease up and be friendly. She does eye the rattata, just in case any of them try and take a bite out of her, but so long as they don't, she won't attack.

Willow turns her attention back to Dimitri and gives her head a slight tilt.]

Ho-Oh you say? So I was correct on the name I'd overheard mention of on the edge of town. This world has many a curious tale to it, rich in history, with its own elemental beasts.

[Fortunately, none of the Rattata seem interested in starting a fight either. One of the more daring ones tries to clamber onto Dimitri's outstretched arm, even, which very admirably doesn't buckle at all from the extra weight, while the others just peer curious around or over some part of him to watch the proceedings.]

[Dimitri, for his part, just patiently waits for the Murkrow to take her time, and is... extraordinarily careful in just touching his fingers to her head, like he thinks he'll shatter her with one errant movement.]

[Because of that, it takes him a delayed second to respond to Willow's own words.]

It's strange... There are so many creatures that I am unfamiliar with, or would be labeled as demonic beasts... and then some that I have not seen at all, such as pegasi, or wyverns.

[Some dragon type pokemon come close... but nothing is quite the same.]

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