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Characters: Ursula Callistis... and you!?
Date: February 1
Location: Aifaran
Situation: Ursula is trying to figure out Aifaran works. It goes okay?
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment!

[Ursula isn't really used to Aifaran. She hasn't even been here a day -- and she only had time to really drop her stuff off at her new house, unable to even meet the people she is living with -- before she decided to set out into the city. It's a wondrous place, and she has her communicator for questions. But, really, she needed to see for herself. Which is what led her to a long walk.

And, winding through the city, she's found her way to one of the port areas. The wind is blustery here, so close to the ocean. The waves are beating against the breakers, and the steady chop chop chop of their lapping against the ocean distracts her. Ursula slows to a stop, but a hand is placed firmly on her head. Her wide-brimmed witch's hat threatens to blow right off.

She keeps a grip, and looks out. She sees the Aisling Tower: distant, white, and stark. It's a sliver against the sky from here.]

Ah... it's so pretty! [She exclaims it aloud -- and there's a crowd about. Maybe not the best decision.]

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It's quite a sight, huh? I wonder how it was made.

[The person who steps up after overhearing Ursula has a massive cascade of messy hair that glistens under the light like a crystal, and the wind is catching their open shirt enough that it almost looks like a cape blowing out behind them. The holes in their torso, filled in with more gemstone, stand out bright without that obstruction.]

Seems like we came during the windy season, though. It's a shame.

This puniverse is certainly not lacking in spectacle.

[ Says the stunningly handsome person of indeterminate gender wandering around in mismatched gloves, cowprint camouflage capri pants, and a purple jacket that says the word BRILLIANT on the back.

But at least she sounds amused. ]

[Chase isn't startled, exactly. ~~He doesn't get startled.~~ He is only startled some of the time. But the outburst does get a sharp glance from him, before he sees what's going on, and follows Ursula's gaze.]

You...like architecture?

[(Because that's a normal thing to ask right off the bat.)]

[She turns to look at the newcomer, and the first thing that Ursula notices is the holes. The holes in them stand out, marking them as someone not human, and she opens her mouth. She smiles, after a moment.

She has talked to people who look strange before. The magical world is like that; one way to get through life is to develop a keen sense of not gawking and accepting that, sometimes, you don't know why or what.]

It is, isn't it? But, yes, the wind is something else. It's all I can do to not lose my hat!

[She extends a hand.] Ursula Callistis.

[What... what are they wearing? Ursula's seen some strange, incredible things here in the last day. But this outfit stands out, because it's mundane in a way. In another, it's anything but -- it's the sort of thing that could exist back home.

But not that she would ever see.]

Puniverse? I-I mean. Yes, you're quite right! There is a lot of spectacle to be seen here.

[A beat.]

Nice outfit.

[Ursula blinks when Chase addresses her, then she looks sideways at him. A smile crosses her face, after a guarded moment -- and then she nods.]

Well... yes. It reminds me of home. And there is something beautiful about a well-designed building!

[And, really, she thinks it looks imposing.]

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Of course.

[ Said in a way that might be "thank you" but might also just be....well, "of course." ]

Are you a new arrival?

[Padparadscha has learnt by now not to be too concerned about people's reactions to them. After 3700 years of life, it's not something that ever strikes as all that important. But it is always interesting to see how people choose to make themselves known, and this one, it seems, is politer than most.

Padparadscha laughs a little, the sound deep and rolling, and shakes her hand back. The warmth of their own body is that of something warmed by the daylight, not from within, and their hand is solid as rock.]

Padparadscha. [They point to Ursula's hat.] Do humans wear those for a reason? They were never something I saw in my own world.

[The solidness is noted. This gives Ursula a better idea of what Padparadscha is: someone made of stone. An animated golem, but animated with far more powerful magic than the sort that she saw at Luna Nova. This, Ursula decides, is incredible.

She smiles wider at the question, though.]

It's a matter of fashion. That said, I am a witch. [She tilts her head, and her eyes sparkle a little behind her glasses.]

I wear the hat to look the part.

[Well, they're... confident. Ursula can appreciate that. ~~And be a little jealous, too.~~ She would say that she is reminded of herself, when she was younger.

But that's not strictly true.]

I am, yes! I just came here yesterday. It's... still a surprise. Oh, have you been here long?

Not quite that recently.

[ It's been harrying. They didn't provide her enough of a stipend, and she's had to eat in the cafeteria. To say nothing of the living arrangements...

Well, that shall all be sorted. ]

Welcome to a new puniverse.

Oh, but... still somewhat recently?

[Really, it reminds Ursula of college.

She sighs. And then her eyebrow quirks, and she leans over, and whispers:]

Is a puniverse different than a universe?

It's more sophisticated.

[ Because it's the word she uses.

This logic is sound. ]

[More sophisti--

Ursula stares, making quite the face.]

Because it's... pun-based...?

[You can take the girl out of the French countryside but you can't take the French countryside out of the girl.]

[Fashion is a fair explanation, and Padparadscha laughs a little thinking of what Red Beryl would probably say about something like that. The secondary explanation captures their interest, though, and they tip their head a bit.]

Oh? You'll have to explain what a "witch" is. There's a lot of things humans have come up with that I'm not that familiar with myself. [And the opportunity to learn is one they're certainly not passing up after only two weeks of being here. For the first time in 3700 years, they feel like they need to catch up.]

It's from a superior world.

[ This would be more of a tossup given she's only run into one (1) sentence ender user here, but this world also hasn't immediately instated her as head prince of everything she cares about and also, there is no PriPara.

You win this one, native puniverse. Besides: ]

I'm here to spread news of its splendor.

[Chase isn’t much for architecture, himself, so he listens without much reaction.]

Your home was in a well-designed tower?

[Ursula can't begin to guess at their age. She wouldn't expect anyone -- human or otherwise -- to live that long, based on experiences from her world.

The question, even if implied, makes her blink. Then, she nods. She's a teacher; this explanation comes naturally.]

A user of magic. It denotes a certain tradition, in my world--in this case, the tradition's stylings were rooted in one region, though it's spread to acquire global interest. And, of course, the study and use of magic.

The hat is sort of a classic look, for witches.

O-oh. And that would be... erm... your world?

[She blinks down at Hibiki. There is a hint of a smile, though.

She thinks this is sort of fun.]

And the splendors of your world, too? Which splendors are those, if I might ask? I'll never pass up a chance to learn.

[She pauses.]

Yes, actually! Well... my most recent home. Ah, second most recent home, now.

I lived in a lovely tower, on a school campus. I had a large room at the top of it to myself. It was also the observatory.

Then, allow me to tell you.

[ Hibiki bows, spins, and poses. With a rose. From nowhere. ]

About the wonders of PriPara!

[ NOW THERE'S A SPOTLIGHT

from nowhere

There's also sparkling, but it's pretty obvious that's coming from Hibiki. ]

[Ursula yelps, and then covers her mouth with her hand. She looks up, to see the source of the roses and the spotlight. She cannot. She looks back at Hibiki, then, and she tilts her head.

Her mouth hangs open.]

Pr--PriPara? What--what is that?

Is this another popular trend that I blinked and missed!?

[The life of a teacher.]

[At least it sounds like this person has more experience in explaining these matters than a lot of the ones Padparadscha has encountered already, so it's easy to understand the concept put that way. Tradition isn't something widely held among gems, but it's not an unfamiliar idea either.]

So someone who uses magic with specific styles attached, huh? I've heard a lot of people talking about magic here, but I haven't seen a lot of it yet. You have an advantage, knowing about that sort of thing already.

[It's probably not the same magic, but elements of it probably carry over, like learning to fight with a new weapon while knowing basic combat skills.]

PriPara has a grand and glorious history.

[ Hibiki kisses the rose before offering it to Ursula. ]

Look into my eyes - and behold.

[ Obviously the best thing the current incarnation of PriPara has to offer is Shikyoin Hibiki. Therefore, if this person fully comes to comprehend the magnificence of Shikyoin Hibiki, love for PriPara shall also be kindled within her heart. ]

Oh, is that so? I will have to ask about it! Especially if their worlds have different sorts of magic. Ah, it's exciting to ponder...

[Ah, but an important bit of info there. She looks up and smiles.]

What is your world like, if I may ask?

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