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[Noble Six couldn't help herself. After everything, she had to sit down now that there's breathing room. She's not dying at least, but the wounds that would have killed her weren't completely healed. There's some pain. And there's visible damage to the armor that she was going to have to try to figure out a way to fix. It's damage from Covenant weaponry, to those that might be familiar. Her helmet is actually off and sitting next to her with a broken visor. A Komory bat takes the chance to land next to her, trying to climb into her lap. He's trying trying to cuddle, just to get pushed away. He can't help making worried noises at his person.]

Come on. Knock it off.

This is Spartan-B312, Noble Six. I'm looking for other UNSC personnel to make contact. I need information on what this place is. It definitely doesn't look like Reach. [Ignoring the fact that she should be dead from what she can remember.]

[Edit: Forgot the helmet.]

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Not really... Especially considering what I last remember.

[Looking down at the damage, Six frowns.] Haven't had enough time to fully inventory the problems, Emile. A lot to take in here. And this animal won't leave me alone. [It's not dangerous though. She'll let it stay.]

[Spikes takes over the video feed for a moment to say hello to the new Spirit until Emile gently shoves him out of the way. The fact that it's a gentle shove and not an annoyed one (a distinction it would take someone used to armor to see) should say a lot about his feelings towards the little guy.]

Spirits, not regular animals. You can't really get rid of them, but they ain't so bad. Not useless in a fight, anyway.

If it can be trained, it'd probably be a decent scout too. [The bat is trying to get closer to the screen, poking Six by accident with a wing. He wants to see the other dream eater. Hi there.]

They can, yeah. More time you spend with them, better trained they can get. This here's Spikes. [The aforementioned snake-thing waves his tail in greeting.]

Hostiles are primarily Nightmares. You get the scoop on them already? The Moogles sell replacement ammo if you ain't got much left.

Doesn't sound too bad. I think I can work with this bat. As long as it calms down. [The bat waves a wing before settling on a perch.]

I listened to the Moogle on arrival. They were kind enough to explain some things. Nothing like the aliens back home.

Reward it with treats when it behaves. You get those from fighting the Nightmares. And you can name it, too, if you haven't already. And paint it. Makes it easier to tell apart from the other ones. [Bet the fact that Spikes has the exact same coloring as Emile's armor was a dead giveaway, wasn't it?]

...You didn't shoot at 'em?

[Cause Emile was a little confused and still in battle mode when he met them.]

I will keep that in mind. [The Komory bat chitters happily. He wants treats. And pettings.]

No, I didn't. Did you?

[Emile grunts in the affirmative to both questions.]

Thought they were hostiles. I know better now.

[Six can't help a small laugh at that.] We're Spartans. It's not that unexpected... You didn't kill any, right?

Nah, they used some kinda time stop bullshit magic on me. Faster than they look.

[But he sounds pleased that she's laughing, at least. Means even if she is freaked out by all this, it's not as bad as it could be.]

Lot of civilians here, but most of them either know how to fight or trained their Spirits.

Wait... [Somethings starting to sink in a bit better. To be honest, some of the lack of freakout is still being stunned. Give her time.] You're saying there is real magic here?

That's what they call it, anyway. Might just be some kind of technology, but--callin' it magic works just as well.

You saw what happened to me. Got a better explanation?

No. I don't. I wish I did.

Is there someplace that we can meet? We need to talk, and I'd rather not take chances with unknown technology's security.

[Emile thinks it's pretty obvious, really. With Kat being here and all, this has got to be the afterlife. Now if the rest of the team would just hurry up and arrive....]

Roger that. Where you at, Lieutenant? I'll meet you there.

Not far from where I arrived and met the moogles.

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[That's not very--okay, she probably doesn't know what the town looks like yet, so it might be hard to say where she is.]

You see any notable landmarks?

[Amused] Would it be easier if I just walk back to where I arrived? I'm not dying. I can walk.

Depends on where you arrived, I guess. Not sure we all get here in the same place.

[There had only been a handful of arrivals since he'd been here, so it was hard to tell.]

But I can give it a shot. If I ain't there in ten minutes, call me again.

Understood, Emile. I'll be waiting with the bat.

[Emile's still doubtful that everyone appears in the same place in the town, but luckily as he makes his way there she shows up on his motion tracker. He relaxes and jogs the rest of the way. Once he gets close enough he waves, with Spikes the Hebby Repp (painted so his colors match Emile's armor) jumping up and down and squaking a hello to the new Dream Eater.]

Six. Damn good to see you again.

[The bat swoops down, happy to say hi to the new friend.]

It is. Especially with the kind of company I had before getting here.

[Spikes chirps and jumps up to give it a high-five to the Komory Bat. Not exactly sure how this works because Spikes doesn't have hands, but it totally does. Don't question Spirits.]

Can only imagine.

[He doesn't even have to ask. She couldn't have made the ship if she'd stayed behind to man the big gun, and that's exactly what he did--would have done if their positions had been reversed.]

So. We got an inn here, but I'm stayin' with Rarity in her boutique. She says it's good for me.

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