Bella's not sure where she has wandered. She thought she was about to walk into a shop, but this appears to be an unattended bar. With none of the windows associated with the shop she thought she was entering. It could be an elaborate psychic assault of some kind, but it doesn't feel very... assault-y... and she was in the middle of a town and doesn't think any humans want to sic their 'mon on her. It's strange. She approaches the bar, looking around warily, hand hovering near her belt.
"Huh. I don't really consider niceness my defining feature. My sister's better with people than I am. The other ones you met here, the bar says they're my alts, did you talk to them enough to guess if they're hers?... I'm assuming althood is transitive. Bar?"
Ordinary forms of althood, yes. More exotic forms of parallelism exist but are not at play in what I've observed here.
Ordinary forms of althood, yes. More exotic forms of parallelism exist but are not at play in what I've observed here.
"I don't have a personal name. You can just call me Earth," he says with a slight shrug. "In my world, humans can capture elementals and force us to do magic for them. There are entire industries built on the practice. Maurabel is one of the few humans around who sees something wrong with it. I don't think I'd consider her unusually nice if it weren't for the contrast."
"Most people don't see anything wrong with that? Where I'm from slavery's been illegal for a long time."
"Yeah, maybe I can't. Alas. I mean, at least you can be here instead of - who owns you or are you a free one?"