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[Manaka probably makes for an unusual sight: a young girl, wandering the Rocket base behind a Litwick's guiding flame, barefooted and dressed in a torn and bloodied dress despite looking no worse for wear herself. And that's not even mentioning the elaborate symbol etched on her chest, left in plain view by her tattered clothes.

But the way she must look to other people doesn't occur to Manaka herself. She's too concerned with her surroundings, her eyes wide and raptly intent as she swings her gaze this way and that. Frankly, the walls shouldn't be as fascinating as she seems to think they are, but she stares at them like they're the most interesting thing she's seen in her life.

As she and her apparent guide reach the end of the hallway, the Litwick hangs a left. Manaka only realizes when the light disappears from her peripheral vision, so she skips a step faster to catch up, turning the corner and—

—and bumping directly into another person.

It isn't a very forceful collision. Certainly not enough to knock anyone over. And yet, Manaka staggers a step back, eyes wide and shell-shocked, before her knees just...buckle beneath her. It looks less like a genuine fall and more like her legs gave up on supporting her weight.

For a second, she sits unmoving on the floor, face frozen in an expression of blank shock. Then, she starts to... Giggle?]

I, aha, I apologize! I didn't know you were there.

[It's a strange feeling, half-giddy and half-hysterical, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it. So she just sits and laughs.]

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Walter hadn't expected any more young children to wander into his path in the Rocket's base. He turned, Assumption ever present at his heels, to see who had bumped into him. The Cubone peeked behind Walter's leg.

Bloody clothes, a symbol carved into the skin and blonde hair. He knew he didn't have any siblings - if his parents had left him, why would they have anymore children...? - but the memories that rose from her appearance made him pause. He watched her laugh, as Assumption inched forward to see if she was okay. He gave a curious sound, tapping his club in front of her.

The tapping caught her attention, and in a second her expression was back to one of surprise. But at least it was pleasant surprise, this time, Manaka cooing at the sight of the unfamiliar creature. "Oh, you're so cute," she crooned, tucking her legs beneath herself as she leaned forward. She reached out for Assumption, not pausing to wonder if it was wise or even safe to do so, with the intent of scooping him up and into her lap.

"Assumption." Walter spoke, to draw his Pokemon back to him. The cubone turned and obeyed, seeing Walter gesture for him to return to him. But it still glanced back to Manaka, giving a wave from his position by Walter's foot.

He looked over the girl again. Had she been intending to take Assumption or simply play with him? Either way he didn't want his Pokemon so readily in other's hands. He caught sight of her Litwick and turned his attention to it. "...what kind of Pokemon is that?"

It was probably for the best. When its trainer fell, the Litwick had simply stopped and hovered nearby, watching Manaka's reaction with some bemusement. As soon as Manaka reached for the Cubone, though, it swooped back in, inserting itself into the space Assumption had occupied a moment ago and shooting a jealous glare in the other Pokémon's direction.

Manaka picked up on her partner's jealousy, laughing as she assured it, "But you're even cuter, of course." That was enough to mollify it, thankfully, the Litwick still preening as Manaka picked herself up off the floor.

"Who, her?" She pointed as the indicated Pokémon floated to a comfortable position around her shoulder. "It's... 'Litwick.'" It would need a name besides that, of course, but Manaka would think on that once she'd had some time to settle. Everything here was so new; too much at once, and she would be overwhelmed. With that said, Manaka glanced toward Walter's Cubone again. "Is that its name? Assumption?"

A 'Litwick'. It seemed like an interesting Pokemon, reminding him of the Holy Candles he had seen Henry use from time to time. Perhaps he would try to catch one at some point. At the mention of his Pokemon, Walter nodded and leaned down to pluck it off the floor. He wanted to keep him close - he hadn't missed the Litwick's glare.

"He is a 'Cubone'. Your gear can tell you." He demonstrated inadvertedly, taking his gear and using it to scan the Litwick. The information it gave definitely piqued his interest in obtaining one.

"Mm, right. That thing. I left it behind." Which shouldn't have come as a huge surprise. She had been so eager to see whatever lay beyond her room that she hadn't even bothered to change out of her ruined clothes, after all. "But it's better to talk like this anyway, don't you think? Instead of letting some silly machine do all the chatting instead."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward to take a closer look at Assumption — hopefully without earning the ire of either its owner or her own Pokémon this time.

Assumption looked at her with wide eyes, contentedly hanging from Walter's arms.

Walter permitted her a closer look, watching both her and the Litwick for any signs of hostility. He wasn't sure he agreed about talking, but he assumed she wanted him to talk about Assumption's species. "Well...he does not like to be alone. His species grieves for their mothers. It is her skull he is wearing."

He touches the 'ears' of it's skull.

If Manaka was hostile, she was doing a good job of hiding it, her expression revealing nothing but sunny smiles and bright, curious eyes. Her Litwick had begun to pout again, but it didn't seem inclined to lash out over the lack of attention, at least.

"'Their mothers'..." Slowly, she echoed the phrase, as if rolling it around on her tongue to taste it. "What about their fathers? A long time ago, I lost my mother too, but I still had my father to take care of me and my little sister."

Though she had never "grieved," and in truth, she scarcely needed another person to care for her. It was a duplicitous reply meant to both offer and elicit sympathy, though everything about the way she spoke seemed genuine.

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Walter simply shook his head. "I don't know." His research had never stated what happened to males or why they didn't watch over their children, given what happens to the mothers. While Assumption was fond of him, Walter would never think to claim he was a replacement or parental figure to him. His own 'loss' of mother had evoked his pity for the little Pokemon.

He didn't know how to respond to her losing her mother. He lowered his head, looking at the top of Assumption's head and holding him closer. "I'm sorry."

"Mm, it's okay. It was a long time ago." With that said, Manaka rocked back on her heels, peering up at Walter rather than Assumption now. "My name is Manaka. What's yours, Mister?"

He lifted his head again, thumb rubbing over Assumption's back. "Walter. Walter Sullivan."

From his hold, Assumption tried to wave to the Litwick timidly, a little put off by it's pouting at him but still trying to be friendly.

Manaka noticed that wave, and she couldn't help but giggle again. These creatures weren't like anything she had ever seen before... Almost like little people. Waving her Litwick in front of her, she held held out her wrist for it to perch upon. "Make nice, okay? They're our new friends."

Assumption was rewarded with an-only-slightly-reluctant wave from one of Litwick's stubby little arms, and Manaka smiled, pleased. "Um, Mr. Sullivan," she began as she returned her attention to him, "do you know your way around this place? I just woke up, so Miss Candle was showing me around."

...Friends? They had only just met and started talking because she had run into him. But his expression didn't change or reveal his confusion, only continuing to look calm and placid.

"I have a map I have been using. The receptionist has copies." He didn't want to give her his map; he had made a lot of notes on it about what areas were off limits, what doors required a card key and so on. Assumption brightened when 'Miss Candle' waved to him, tail wagging a little.

Of course they were friends. Everyone was Manaka's friend, whether they realized it or not. After all, what kind of person would rebuff such a cute, innocent young lady?

That interest in cultivating relationships with as many people as possible was something she shared with her Pokémon partner, albeit for very different reasons. For a moment, the Litwick seemed torn about accepting Assumption's good will or maintaining its standoffish jealousy, but... It glanced up to Manaka, and her attention seemed thoroughly intent on Walter now. So, it took off from its perch on her wrist, floating closer to Assumption and offering an olive branch in the form of a silly face.

"Oh! A map, that's a good idea." Manaka clapped her hands together, cheerfully—and willfully—oblivious to any misgivings on Walter's end. "Would you mind showing me the way there?"

Granted, she could probably manage it on her own. But more time with Walter meant more time to ask questions, both about her situation and about him.

Walter nodded once and turned, leading the way. Assumption was quite used to hanging from Walter's arm as he walked evidently, as he wasn't even jostled by the movement and merely giggled at the face the Litwick pulled at him.

He always wore his rocket uniform in the base with his hair tied up according to the Code of Conduct they had been given, although he didn't bother with the cap and domino mask in the base. It helped separate his appearance within Team Rocket and his appearance outside. The only link he didn't alter was Assumption's presence by his side, but if that became too recognisable he would have to swap it so a different Pokemon kept vigil with him in headquarters.

When Walter turned, Manaka followed, padding quietly alongside him. Rather than watching the hallway in front of them, though, her face remained upturned toward his, bright eyes fixed on him. She wasn't surprised when he didn't speak, so she began, conversationally, "How long have you been here, Mr. Sullivan?"

In truth, when she had asked him about knowing his way around, she hadn't just meant the layout of the building. But she had already gathered that he was the quiet sort, so she would just have to prod the information out of him the hard way.

"Not long." He answered softly. "There are far more knowledgeable team members to direct your questions to." A gentle way of suggesting she should go to someone else if she needed to know more after he's guided her to the reception.

From his arms, Assumption was far more inviting to company. He tried to pull a face back to the Litwick, tilting his skull lowered over his face and giving a playful growl.

"Ah, that means we're in the same boat, then!" The subtext to his words was obvious — but that didn't mean he would be rid of her so easily. It made him just as useful, in his own way. "Um, if you don't mind me asking... What was it like for you? When you got here?"

Technically, she didn't even know if the nature of his "arrival" was the same as hers. But he hadn't seemed surprised to find a young girl wandering the halls, out of uniform, which meant that one way or another, the sight hadn't been unusual to him.

When Assumption replied to her silly face in kind, the Litwick giggled an appropriately eerie laugh. Then, pulling her face with her nubby arms, she blew a raspberry back.

Walter thought back to his own awakening in this place. Finding himself lost, beyond Ashfield or Silent Hill, not knowing where Eileen was when just a moment ago she had been trying to talk to him, being stripped of all his powers, given back his mortal body, no presence at the back of his mind gently urging him on his mission.

"Confusing." He settled on. "I had been dead for several years before waking here. I don't know how I am alive."

Assumption giggled, trying to hide his laughter in Walter's arm.

"'Dead'?" Manaka's sunny demeanor blinked out like a blown lightbulb, and for a moment, she was so surprised that she stopped walking. Not just dead, but dead for years. If he had remained aware of the passage of time, had his death been something more, like it had been for her? Shaking off her initial surprise, she hurried to match his stride again. "Ah, it was the same for me! I was dead, but now I'm alive again, and—"

'And whole,' she started to say, but that wasn't true, was it? So many things had been taken from her. Even the mending of her wounds was taking something from her. She wondered if that was the same for him, too.

"I spent such a long time dreaming... At first, I thought this world was just another dream. But it's different, this time. I'm cut off entirely, and there's no way for me to slip back."

It was. For so long he had become the role given to him by the 21 Sacraments, the Conjurer, master of his worlds, invunerable to the monsters within and capable or crossing between his created planes and that of reality. Only focused on that one goal, unable to experience beyond what he had when he had been alive. Now it had all been taken away and he returned to his mortal body, given nothing in return but the gift of two Pokemon and employment within Team Rocket.

Was that what happened when children died? They travel between dreams? ...he hoped so. "I cannot find a way back either. I had been a ghost after my death for ten years, so I am still not used to this."

They had reached the desk. Walter turned to it, then nodded Manaka to the desk. The woman seemed utterly bored and disliked interaction but, as he had determined with Wrath before, largely harmless.

Whatever he was imagining, it was likely far more idyllic than the truth. Inside the belly of the Beast, she had been suspended in a dream-like stasis, mind constantly swimming with visions of imagined worlds and human wishes corrupted by sin. If she hadn't already been accustomed to the massive amount of information contained in the Root, it likely would have destroyed her mind.

She likely would have questioned him further on his nature as a ghost, but before she had the chance to do so, they reached the desk. It took her a moment to realize when Walter gestured her forward, but once she did, she skipped ahead, slapping her hand against the desk to draw the woman's attention. "Excuse me! I need a map, please!"

The woman glanced down at Manaka, producing a map and sliding her gaze over at Walter. She rolled her eyes. "Can you at least control this child?" His expression didn't change, still distant and cool.
"I'm not responsible for her." The receptionist shook her head and returned to her work, ignoring the pair of them after fulfilling the request.

Walter placed Assumption down, satisfied that Manaka wouldn't try to pick him up again. The little Cubone gave a call and a wave as he and Walter went to leave again.

Manaka could have met implication that she needed controlling with offense, but instead, she simply smiled, replying to the clerk's disdain with something sugary. Folding the map neatly in her hands, she offered her a brisk bow, chirping back, "Thank you very much!"

By the time she spun in Walter's direction again, he had already turned to leave. It wouldn't have been hard for her to chase after him, or reach out to stop him. She still had so many unanswered questions, after all! But, in the end, she decided she would let him go for the time being, simply calling after him, "I'll see you later, Mr. Ghost! ♡"

[....the hell?]

[Since Krieg showed up, Jack's been finding more and more excuses to hang around the Rocket base. And today...well, he just doesn't want to be at home. He doesn't want to be doing much of anything other than tracking Angel down, but he has a business to run. And that can wait. It's a finite planet.]

[So he's here, at least making use of access to all the equipment on base. He's got a folder full of photos of Pokemon in costumes in one hand and a crappy cafeteria muffin in the other when he finds himself the victim of a surprise collision.]

Do you have eyes? I'm not exactly hard to miss... holy nutballs! What happened to you?

[Why is there a little girl in Rocket HQ? Why is she covered in blood? Why isn't anyone containing the children around here????]

[She has eyes, sure. But she's used to relying on a sense far less fallible than sight, and suddenly being without it...

Well. Chances are, this won't be the last time she trips over something obvious.

At Jack's sudden exclamation, Manaka blinks and looks downward, pinching a bit of dirty fabric between her fingers like she didn't already know her clothes were covered in blood. When she looks up again, it's with a blank expression on her face.]

Oops. I guess I should have changed...

[What happened is that she died. But that's privileged information, at least until she decides what the official story is.]

Yeah!

[Jeeze, she looks...well, about as rough as he did, when he first woke up here. Huh. And she does seem pretty traumatized - that dead eyed stare just screams 'shock'. What is with this place? He can't really complain, not when Angel's here, but...maybe make the transition a little less jarring, Magic Space Llama? This kid here, she's obviously on auto-pilot.]

[And of course there's nobody else around.]

[Jack sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He's not just gonna leave a little girl wandering around in shock and bloodstains. He could, but...eh. His own kid's out there somewhere, traumatized and alone.]

You know where the showers are? The cafeteria, all that? I'm gonna guess you haven't eaten. You really don't seem too concerned with any of that 'taking care of yourself' stuff.

[She meets his words with a tiny, fleeting cringe, the expression morphing into a sheepish smile a moment later. So, no, she hasn't eaten.]

Mm, I haven't. I'm sorry. [Food hadn't been the first thing on her mind, for the same multitude of reasons as the state of her clothing.] I don't know where anything is. That's why I asked...

[She trails off again, and then blinks like she's just realized something. Scrambling up to her feet, she leans from one side to the other, peering around Jack's body to scan the halls for something.]

Ah, Miss Candle—?

[It's so frustrating, having her awareness limited like this. She'd be better off blindfolded. But at least the Litwick comes when called, floating back to Manaka's side. Giving the Litwick's cheek an affectionate rub with the back of her knuckles, Manaka looks back to Jack, explaining brightly:]

She was helping me!

Relax, geeze. Yeah, those guys can only help so much.

[He knows his own had been useless, at first. Like most living things around this base, in Jack's opinion.]

Okay, you're gonna have a clean uniform, everybody gets one. They're stupid as hell, but they're clean and the muckety mucks up the ladder make a big stink about wearing'em around base.

[He's got his gray blazer on over his, but it only helps so much. Who decided on white of all colors?]

We got a cafeteria, food's free. Showers. You definitely need one of those, you look like you just crawled out of a bandit slaughter circle. Come on, I'll show you where things are.

[If nothing else, it's something to keep him busy.]

[Well... Manaka can't really argue with that, seeing as the language barrier prevented her would-be tour guide from explaining much of anything. But watching it try was still really cute!

As Jack speaks, Manaka stays quiet and listens. The only comment that gets a visible reaction from her is the one about the showers, Manaka tugging a lock of her hair and turning her head to verify the accuracy of that statement. Really, it's probably a wonder she doesn't look worse, so she won't protest that one, either.

When he says that he'll show her himself, though, her gaze immediately snaps back in his direction.]

Oh! That's very kind of you. [She treats him to a prim and proper bow as she adds:] Thank you very much!

Well, otherwise you're gonna be wandering around base all dazed and dirty and I'm probably gonna trip over ya again.

[It's in his own best interests to get her taken care of and out of the way. Besides, she's a Rocket. He needs his fellow Rockets to like him. He plans to be in charge of this whole operation at some point.]

You gotta name? I'm Handsome Jack.

You're still helping me. It wouldn't be right if I didn't thank you.

[Isn't she just the politest, most well-behaved little darling? Manaka certainly hopes that he thinks so. She might not have any plans of her own, but it still benefits her to endear herself to as many people as possible — even when those people are concerned solely with personal gain, or at least with maintaining a particular image.

With the name he gives her, she's leaning toward "image" right now. She doesn't bother to ask for a surname; if he wanted her to call him by one, he would have given it to her in the first place. Still, it seems strange to go straight to calling him Jack... Maybe she should call him Mr. Handsome, just to see how he reacts.

Well. "Sir" works fine in a pinch, she supposes.]

Mm! My name is Manaka. Manaka Sajyou.

You're a good kid.

[This? This was a girl who understood respect. And manners. Pretty friggin refreshing, honestly, after Angel's...outburst. Whatever. Ugh.]

And you're pretty lucky, Rocket members get to stay here for free. Housing, food, all that stuff is provided. You don't get a private room till you've been here a while, but from the looks of ya, that's the least of your worries.

[He's not really used to giving the 'welcome to your insane new life' speech, so jack takes a minute as he walks to figure out the most important information. he's not an encyclopedia, she's only getting the major strokes.]

So, it's a big deal to keep the fact that you're part of Team Rocket a secret. We steal Pokemon. It's the stupidest plan in the world, but that's what the guys at the top wanna do. We've got quotas and everything.

[His tone of voice clearly conveys his distaste. They could be focusing their resources and numbers at way more lucrative and beneficial plans. But no. It's all about stealing Pokemon.]

Ah, "steal them"...

[Abruptly, her sunny disposition dims into something quiet and thoughtful. Her gaze lowers to her Litwick, still floating at her side, and she lifts a hand to give its cheek another affectionate rub. The truth, of course, is that she doesn't care so long as her own aren't taken from her. That isn't the right thing to say now, though, so after a moment of contemplative silence, she looks up again and asks:]

What for? And... Why do they want me for that?

[She's just an innocent kid, she doesn't know anything about stealing!]

Steal'em.

[Jack shrugs and sighs.]

Dunno. The whole operation's a mess. Steal Pokemon, get all the Pokemon....be the ones with the most? I really don't get the end goal, here. I don't care.

[Because he's already on the track to the top. He's been promoted once, there's gonna be more on the way. And when he's in charge, they'll be doing a lot more than just stealing friggin mutant animals.]

This whole world's all messed up. There's no government. There's no...infrastructure at all. The law enforcement consists of one chick somebody cloned a bunch, or something. And the only punishment for anything is community service. That's it! And somehow it works! I...I don't get it.

[You know what? Manaka doesn't get it either. Her expression clouds even further, but it isn't an expression of concern this time; she's just confused. Finally, she settles on:]

But... If there's no government, how can there be laws to enforce?

[She'll just. Start with that.]

[Jack throws up his arms.]

Wish I knew! It shouldn't work at all. There ought to be rioting and looting and chaos everywhere. But there's not. People pretty much behave. The only real crime is stupid stuff - vandalism and theft and crap like that. Us? We're considered a freaking terrorist organization. 'Cause we steal Pokemon.

[It's insane. Jack's been here months, but he still doesn't know how it all works.]

I'm guessing it's the Pokemon thing. Everybody's got their own personal attack monster armies, so...maybe the world's all just in one big Truxican stand off and everybody kinda forgot and just does their thing. It's an easy place to get all soft and complacent.

[Privately, she agrees with Jack's description of what this world should be like. She doesn't say as much out loud, though; morbid thoughts on man's inhumanity to man don't exactly fit with the persona she's trying to maintain here. Maybe another time, if she decides she can speak candidly around him.]

So... Is that why we're supposed to take all the Pokémon, then? So we have the biggest army?

[Instead, she focuses on making sense of the cartoonish logic at play. Or at least trying to.]

I guess? I gotta tell ya, I'm really not clear what the end goal here is. The mission statement is a friggin mess. But keep it a secret, meet your quota, you'll be fine. And, uh...it is not hard to steal Pokemon.

[It's almost laughable. And leaves him plenty of time for his own side projects.]

Alright, here's the women's showers.

[Jack knocks his fist against the wall next to the door.]

You're on your own in there, for obvious reasons. [But she looks like she's come out of her fugue enough to be able to shower just fine.] I'll wait, it's not like I've got anything else to do right now.

Then maybe they're not telling us everything. An organization like this would keep some things secret from even its own people, right?

[So, you know. Just some fun ideas to consider!

When Jack knocks on the wall, Manaka responds with a little jolt. She had gotten so caught up on their conversation that she lost track of where they were, but it only takes her a second to refocus her attention on the matter of showering.]

Ah, are you sure? If you take me to the cafeteria now, I should be able to find my way back on my own! I left my uniform in my room, so it's not like I have anything new to change into, anyway.

I think that'd be giving'em a little too much credit.

[With how long the whole show's been running, if they hadn't made any progress yet, there's nothing much more going on. The entire thing really does seem to be just stealing Pokemon.]

Doesn't matter to me. But you gotta point, who wants to put bloody clothes back on after a shower?

[The blood starts getting all tacky and damp...it's not awesome.]

Alright, the tour continues. I'll warn ya now, the food's crappy. Somewhere between what you'd get in a hospital that's going broke and a charity kitchen run by somebody who really doesn't want to be doing charity.

[He has a way words, doesn't he? Neither point of reference means anything to Manaka, but it's still colorful and descriptive!]

So... Not very good? [She tries to deliver that question with a straight face, but his opinion on the matter is so clear that she has to laugh at her own question.] Mm, is it all prepackaged? It's no wonder, if all they're giving us is frozen food.

[If it isn't... Well, she isn't saying that she'll cook something for him as a thank you, but she might!]

Ha! No, not good. It's all frozen crap, or those pit stop sandwiches. And they always have everything on'em. God forbid you don't want mustard and tomatoes, you're getting mustard and tomatoes. And you can't pick off tomatoes and it's fine. They leak. They bleed tomato juice over everything. It gets in the bread 'cause they just sit in the case all day. Who the hell wants soggy tomato bread?

[Clearly, Jack is not a fan of the sandwiches on hand in that cafeteria.]

But it's all free, so it's not like they're gonna give us good food. I'm impressed it's not just vats of off-brand gruel with spigots.

[That'd be the most financially beneficial move. How the hell does Team Rocket manage to function? He can't tell if this whole business model is insane or brilliant. Because it clearly does work. To a degree of working.]

Blech~. [She sticks her tongue out, cutely.] Condiments are even harder to get rid of! But I see what you mean.

It's too bad, though. I thought it would be nice to do something for you, since you're helping me, but it sounds like there wouldn't be anything good to cook in the kitchen.

Well aren't you just the sweetest thing? Don't worry about it, I've got my own place in town, full stocked kitchen. But it's a pain in the ass to run home for lunch when I'm working on base, so... crappy cafeteria burritos it is. The fact that this place even has Truxican crap is kind of a miracle on its own.

[It's been a couple thousand of years since humanity left Earth behind, in Jack's reality. As far as he's concerned, there was a Planet Truxica at some point.]

[And sure he could make himself something at home and bring it, but one he's an adult man and two, it doesn't taste the same if it's been made half a day beforehand.]

Uh, what else...oh, there's a common room with a TV and video games and stuff.

[She meets that comment a demurely pleased smile, looking very much like a kid trying not to seem too pleased with a compliment.]

Mm, okay! As long as you're eating something other than cruddy cafeteria food. But I'm really good at cooking— I had to learn after my mama died.

[She lets that piece of information slip, but doesn't linger on it. Better not to belabor the point.

And just wait until she puts a bento box together for you, Jack.]

What about... Books, or anything like that? If I'm going to be here, I should learn more about how everything works.

[Also, she has a crippling inability to derive true joy from anything that might resemble a hobby.]

Oh, yeah, there's those. I'm not much of a book guy myself - I'm a multi-tasker, I listen to my books - but yeah, you're covered. And your 'dex has all kinds of information, but good luck putting it in context.

[They're user guides for people born on this planet. Someone ought to publish a pamphlet for off worlders.]

And I'll warn you now, there's nothing but recent history available. Everything further back's just...weird legends and folklore and myths. Mostly about a magic space llama. Apparently that's God, here.

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Great! [She punctuates the word with a swift clap. The history situation isn't ideal, but...] And that isn't so bad. Myths and folklore can tell you a lot more than you'd think!

[She would know! Not that she plans on saying anything about the Holy Grail War now, if at all.]

Nah, but trying to find the kernels of truth in the bullshit is a pain. Especially without any local context.

[Which not even the locals can really provide. They'll talk, and be perfectly friendly - unless they're assholes - and talk about Pokemon and battle strategy and where to find what for hours, but trying to get any real information...]

It's a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a tinny musically accompanied veneer of sickening cuteness.

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