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Weiss in thomassia
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...She died once. Or perhaps 'he' died. The memories of that world are getting vaguer and vaguer, though, as she spends more time wandering this new one. Faint impressions of air conditioners and phone screens and cars and skyscrapers. The things that stuck out, the learned intuitions of how the modern technological world works. Instant ramen, student loans. Crosswalks, new phones. Fake news, lease-to-own. It's all so loud and busy and it felt terribly, horribly important at the time. Money. Career. Achievement. Marriage.

She's forgotten most of it. It's probably for the best. How long has it been? She keeps forgetting who's supposed to be King these days, so probably a while, right? It's still King Dolemus for now, right? Probably.

Being a fox, a kitsune, has been fun! There's very little pressure. All the noise and worry of modernity, and all the technology and benefits too, are so far away and irrelevant now. It's somehow comfortable - probably thanks to magic - to exist as a wolf-sized predator in the woods, digging in the dirt with her paws and sniffing out rabbits and badgers and the like. And it's really fun to visit towns and cities once in a while, transformed into her half-form and wearing an illusion to look like an ordinary traveler, or a wandering bard, or a mysterious merchant, to chat to people and enjoy the ambiance and occasionally pull pranks and mess with them. And she really enjoys good restaurant meals and nice, handmade cakes and sweets. They even give her a little extra boost of energy!

Let's not talk about the other things that give her extra energy. She wants to whine in embarrassment every time she remembers the Red Dream, her awakening night when she stopped being a fox and became a Kitsune.

Anyway! Today is a good day. She found a leyline convergence recently, those magical places that human wizards and kitsunes alike so love to flock to and bask in. And this one's in a remote area and alllll hers. Aside from a few fellow foxes who were in the area. So she's just curling up and taking a nice nap, basking in the warmth of the magic as she slowly breathes it in. Until the power grows, and grows, and surges- 

A dimensional crack!

Perhaps she could avoid falling into it if she really wanted to, but it does sound like a fun adventure. She lets it open under her paws, and falls towards whatever awaits.

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On the other side, there's a charming forest of pine trees in the shadow of a mass of skyscrapers, reaching far away between relatively narrow streets. The weather is pleasantly warm, maybe even a touch too hot. And there are people dressed in shiny, bright hiking gear making their way towards the outskirts of the woods where Weiss finds herself.

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Ooh! Is this... Earth? She remembers skyscrapers and cities... Sort of. Rifts are always fun- You never really know what you're going to get.

She takes human form quickly, and weaves an illusion over her usual loose, minimal outfit of something more traveller-y; In this case, thinking about city clothes, a swooshy and fairly flared out dark grey pleated skirt that goes to mid-shin and a blue hoodie with a graphic of a fox on the front. To hide her tail and ears, respectively, without the hassle of keeping up an active illusion of invisibility, and instead allowing the more passive one of fake clothes to work. And then she walks casually straight towards the city.

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The hikers wave at her, and taking a closer look, she sees that the buildings are invariably super-tall, forming big courtyards around large pools, playgrounds and parks. The architecture seems very... efficient, but the simple buildings look appealling still, and there are absolutely huge amounts of glass all over the skyscrapers. People are going places sitting on bikes where the wheels spin themselves. There are cars, but Weiss only sees a few; all of them are ambulance-sized, for whatever reason. She doesn't smell any diesel or gasoline or really smell much tire dust, either.

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Nice place. Europe, maybe? Resort town? She takes a casual stroll and listens in to conversations with ears a lot better than it looks like she has and tries to figure out if she recognized the language.

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She knows it, somehow. She doesn't recognize it. It's... efficient, blunt, informative? It almost has the vibe of computer code. As she keeps going, she sees a small group of teens wearing what looks like latex spacesuits making their way into a waiting black car.

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(Hehe. You're welcome.)

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Okaaaay that's always a little unsettling but it's best not to dwell.  Thank you, Tamamo.

"It looks like you're headed somewhere interesting," she calls to them.

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They wave at Weiss. "Yes, we're doing mountain climbing, it's supposed to be our big expedition project. Don't want to be slowed down by altitude sickness, you know."

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"Huh! Good skill with that."

She's noticed odd clothing choices twice already. She starts paying more attention to the clothes people wear. Her hoodie might be out of distribution!

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Her hoodie is out of distribution, yes. People's clothes aren't too unusual, outside of significantly more people dressed in athletic clothing and men wearing skirts, as well as school uniforms having skirts for boys and girls (judging by the kids she occasionally sees walking around dressed identically). Occasionally, she sees a massive and impractical dress, or a fursuit, or something else that's more weird like that, and almost nobody wears a hoodie, at least in this weather, but it's not like local fashions are totally alien or anything.

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