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[noratorious]

[Aloy really doesn't know what to make of all this still. Other then she's pretty much still stuck in the no what is this this is bad let me out phase. Though she's at least able to tuck that down and grit her teeth and get to work, like she's always done. Hey some things never change.

But that means she needs people to give her work. And they're not running up to her as usual. So she decides to use this... network to do a little digging. So here's a young woman with braids in her red hair and distinctly unusual, almost tribal, clothing.]

So. They told me in order to get back home, home to where I was kind of in the middle of something I might add, I have to do community service. [She frowns at the phrase. It just seems wrong even though she has made a name for herself back home basically doing just that.] So, does anyone have something for me to do? A Grazer heart or two to retrieve? Fight off a pack of Stalkers to get back your missing cargo? Clear out a Glinthawk nest that's been attacking your settlement? [She pauses and then pinches her nose in frustration as the realization hits her.]

Aaaand, no one is going to know what those things are. Right.

So, uh, I guess if you need... someone to collect things for you? Or find a missing person. Or find out why everyone in this area was violently murdered and you ask me, a stranger, to figure it out? Or maybe just help someone cross the road. I've... got a range since somehow this ended up being something I do. Help strangers with their problems.

[She shrugs a little and falls quiet for a second. There's more to say, she has so many questions and concerns and just suspicions about all of this. So she decides just to ask it.] So if we're really all from different worlds ...Does everyone come from a place like this? Tall buildings? Technology everywhere? It's like the world of the Old Ones back home.

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[smokedout]

They're not from this reality - in fact I can't find any information on them, so I'm working off what I've been able to figure out on my own.

[He switches on the video feed - it doesn't show his face, but she'll be able to see the tattoos along his arms, the gauze on his wrists and the jar in his hands. Inside the jar are a few red fireflies, glowing brightly and buzzing around the glass.]

They're tricky to catch, and if they sting you you'll be feeling it for days. Their venom has some sort of emotional reaction - don't know how or why, but each color's got its own fun ways of fucking with your head. I've got my hands full studying the ones I've got, but they're starting to die out and I want as many of 'em as I can get before I lose my shot.

[noratorious]

[She's not gonna comment on the tattoos or bandages and instead just focuses on the fireflies. They do seem different than the ones she's used to, a strange sort of quality that she can't quite decide on the right words to describe.]

Fireflies that mess with your head. And people think I come from a weird place. At least our bugs are normal. But thankfully, I'm pretty good at traps and hunting. I think I can help you out.

[smokedout]

You look like someone I can trust to get the job done. [He smirks, before switching back to the audio feed.] If you can get me a decent catch, I can probably think up some more things for you to do. Never hurts to lend a hand, yeah?

[noratorious]

Actually, I've lent a hand only to have them try to cut it off after I came back. Literally and metaphorically.

[Why do people think that's a good idea. IT NEVER WORKS FOR THEM. Aloy will never get it.]

But what's life without risks?