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Shulk sat at the desk, really unsure of his place in the world. Yes, it was in a more public place in the California streets but Shulk didn't have much else to do. The Monado was on his back, the red metal not really standing out as a weapon. At best, in its current state, it looked less dangerous than a bat so no one even questioned him on it.

The engine in front of him took up most of his attention. Earning money to live was important and this is what he was exceptional at. Fixing machines. He could understand this but was awed by the magnificence of Hom society. Part of him wished he grew up here where Homs lived securely and in prosperity. But he didn't regret a moment in his life.

There was a moment where he lost focus though. It was dangerous but he was granted a foresight into the future. A girl walked near him. Someone he felt he should call out to but in his vision, he didn't. That ultimately resulted in utter destruction of everything around. The future...it could be changed. Even he understood that. So when he looked up and saw that very same girl, he called out. He would avert that disaster.

"Uh...hullo."

For being in California, he had such a British accent.

"Could I help you with anything?"

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[She laughs and shakes her head.]

Don't know a joke when you hear one?

Anyways, how soon... Ah, we better discuss this somewhere more private. That's unless your vision is going to happen sooner than I think.

[She makes a gesture with her hand, to tell him to follow her.]

Now, library, the usual cafe...??

It should be safe for the time being. I never know when something is going to happen. Just that it is.

[He set his tools down and left his spot. If he ever came back, he'd probably get in trouble but he could always just go somewhere else. This world seemed big enough for that.]

I actually prefer libraries though. Nothing helps like a good book.

Well, it looks like I got stuck with the life of the party... Say, where are you from anyways?

Not from here, certainly. I'm originally from Colony 9 on the Bionis.

...

[She raises a finger up... Sets it down. Look, it's basically all the dubiousness here.]

I'm... not supposed to know that, am I?

Well, I doubt it. This world is nice but...well. It's difficult to explain. Your buildings are tall and well beyond what we can construct but the Bionis is a large machine. Many, many times taller than any of the buildings you have here. Many colonies and civilizations live on it.

If I told you that you sound crazy, but weirdly sincere, would you be offended?

Oops, I just said it.

No, not at all! But I was hoping you'd understand the situation I'm in.

...

[Yeah, she be judging]

Well... I guess I can help... I mean out of the endless possibilities and endless worlds and endless seas of sentient beings, you apparently need help from me...

[She can't deal]

I don't mean to put any pressure on you with that.

[Sighing a little bit.]

I don't know how useful I'm going to be in this world either way. Everyone here is a Homs and the Monado doesn't harm Homs.

Sorry, but you're saying words to me as if I should know them, but I don't think you realize that I don't know what any of that means.

[What a confusing sentence...]

Really? Hm... [He rubs his chin for a moment while tapping his feet.]

You, me, and everyone else in sight is a Homs. Homs are a race of sentient beings.

The Monado is the weapon on my back. [Point at the red, sword looking thing he has hanging there.] It has a lot of powers but harming Homs isn't among them.

Does that help?

Well. To get you up to speed, people who look like you and me are called "human beings."

You might want to use that instead so people don't give you weird looks.

Uh, right. Human beings. But did you understand the rest? If not, I'll do my best to redefine it.

I think we'll learn as we...

[Oh yeah...]

Hey, we don't even know each others names yet. That's silly.

Oh! I didn't get to that. You can call me Shulk.

That's better!

You can call me Lien.

It's nice to meet you, Lien. Really!

Reaaaaallly? Are you sure?

Really, really! Meeting new friends is always exciting.

[... Lien's not sure if she can deal with this level of dumb sincerity... But again, there's that vision of this guy's to take into account, so no matter how she feels, there's going to be a situation down the line to take care of.]

Well, let's just head to the library. It's quiet and we can avoid people more easily.

Would you mind leading the way?

[That's probably a good idea. Cause you just don't know how much he might know.]

Well, I can't mind it in this case. You clearly don't know your way around here.

Whew, thank you. Maps really just don't do justice when it comes to directions.

We got good maps in this world! But I guess it might not work for you since you're from somewhere else entirely.

I don't mean to sound rude but 'You "have" good maps in this world'. Either way, you're right. Since I don't know the layout, they don't work well for me.

[RUDE, but she doesn't snark back on that point oddly enough.]

How long do you think your stay here is going to be??

I don't know. If I could see that far ahead, it'd only be blinks and blurs at the most either way.

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