News Of A Festival (Ace)

Yeara would shrug. "Nobodies perfect. Aren't going to bother pretending I am, if being rude is a quirk of mine I'm going to live by it." She'd answer, she saw nothing wrong with just acting how she felt was right. If people didn't like it that was up to them, they could just not talk to her if they didn't like it. She didn't care.

"See, that's the weird thing. The fight that I lost it was only me versing like. Seven other guys. I managed to take a few of them down but one of them go lucky and cut my wing. The reason no one I've ever heard of has lived as well is cause my home world was completely flooded. Like, only the tops of mountains were habitable and the only way to get around was by flying. You lose a wing, you fall into the ocean, the weight of the water on your wings and clothes drags you down. That's the end of that." Hm. It still puzzled her how she wasn't dead, why she just ended up here after falling. Maybe she was really dead and this was some weird afterlife where creatures from all kinds of worlds go. Though that wouldn't make sense, none of her kind were here at all. Eh. "We fought for land, very few places were habitable and different tribes needed more land to grow more food. If you can't control the land, you starved."

"I don't really remember ever hitting the water, nor waking up wet or whatever." She'd continue, taking a moment to replay the memory in her mind to see if she could remember anything else. Not that it really helped, after being here for so long she had tried to figure this one out a few times and it wasn't like the answer was going to magically materialize this time. "I just recall everything going dark. Then nothing. Then when I finally came to, I was in the Slums of Junction." She'd give a weak shrug. "The city must've just appeared in my world at the exact right moment to save my life. Was the only explanation I could ever gather from it anyway.

As for did she enjoy life here... "Ehh. I mean. It could be worse, though I find it a little dull sometimes, there's never enough going on for me personally." Less so there was stuff to do in Junction, cause there was plenty, but more of the case there wasn't much she enjoyed doing here. "After coming from a world where I probably single handedly killed at least a hundred people. The want to fight does build up every so often, probably part of the reason I enjoy being rude to people. Legal way of letting out anger."

"Suppose so." Yeara would comment, she didn't really have much else to say on the subject. Not like she knew what happened herself and she wasn't much of a person who'd just pull theories out of thin air. Sure she thought on them, but what was the point of just guess work anyway. Hopefully she'd find out something more concrete later down the line, but for now, she'd leave it be.

"I mean, probably. Though, I still don't know if that's quite a good idea either. Sure it'd let out some stress and let me punch a few guys. But I was always trained to end a fight as quickly and efficiently as possible, don't want to risk just losing myself and snapping someone's neck out of reflex or something and end up getting thrown in jail or whatever." She'd shrug, it was an idea that had passed her mind before. Though in reality if she did want to do some kind of fighting, she'd want it to be real. To mean something, for her life to be on the line and with one false move to be fatal. It was far more exciting that way... Maybe she'd find something that could provide that for her one day. One of these planets the city jumped to might catch her interest. Who knows.

Heh. What was this all about, how'd this turn into her taking advice from some random guy she just met about how to enjoy her life. "Eh. Probably something will turn up eventually. Until then, fuck it." She'd shrug with a calm smile on her face as she thought back on what she was thinking of before this guy had made his presence known. "Well, it was surprisingly not complete shit talking to you. But I gotta head off, got a 6 foot raptor back home that's probably starving at this point and I don't want to deal with it eating whatever it can find around my house again." She'd roll her eyes lightly at the thought, making it difficult to tell if she was telling the truth or just making up some bullshit to get out of here now. "Cyah around, bird boy." She'd end, turning and starting to walk down an alleyway, flicking her hand into the air in a sort of wave before disappearing around a corner.