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Udi A car, like from Earth, can be seen descending at a fairly steady pace at a roughly 45 degree angle. One can hear the engine roaring in the background. It wasn't a particularly intimidating roar. It was more like the kind of roar an engine makes when it's in need of repairs. Its exterior was like that of an El Dorado, except the paint had been chipped off, there was some visible rust, and there were various forms of damage on the chassis, like bullet holes, dents, and missing parts.

This car 'landed', if you want to call it that, loudly and unceremoniously. ONe could hear something break inside of it, as it barreled on the ground and slowly came to a halt. The engine stopped roaring. A short man with stubby limbs, long fingers, and olive-brown skin emerged from the passenger seat. He looked around, expectantly. There was always something to do when he went to a new place.
Count Kord Standing across the road from the vehicle from where it landed out in the middle of nowhere is... That looks like some sort of black and red knight or soldier that followed the vehicle with a turn of his head. He seems to be holding a map made of parchment. The map is glowing, and it is comically large. He rolls it up and awkwardly looks each way down the... very empty road, and steps forward to cross the road at a slow and uneasy pace. He's very quiet for a man in armor.

"Do you know how I can get here?" wondered Kord, while holding out the really large map and trying to awkwardly indicate to a spot without the parchment folding and obscuring where he's trying to indicate. Eventually he sighs and a tail(!) of black and red uncurls from his waist and indicates with the clawed tip to a spot. "I was never good with maps," he admits.

It's at this point that a Murkrow, a cartoonish looking crow with a hat-like feather formation, flies down and lands atop his head and Kord ignores its presence as if the bird's weight was completely normal. "Crrrrr," it says.
Alice Jones "Not a clue." Alice says, wandering up from behind. "But hey, could just head to the nearest landmark and see where it goes from there." she observes, "Most people know how to find their way if you give them a place to start. I'm not one of them though, so don't go bothering me or anything." she observes. "...Guess I'm the one bothering you though." as she looks up at Udi and nods, "Actually, best we head to a city. Know where the nearest one is? Also, what's your fare?" she asks.
Alden The digimon was enjoying a calm day in a rather pleasant lokoing spot!. He was just roaming, when he spots the flying taxi cab. Intrigued, he moves to approach, noticing at least 2 familiar faces, Kord, and Alice!. Of course, he barely knows either, but that does not stop the happy gabumon from approaching, waving a hand, "Hi!" he says outloud.
Udi "What have you got?" he asked her. Then he got out his flask and took a swig. From his bearing, one could tell that this wasn't his first swig. He broke eye contact to look at the sky and into the horizon, looking for something, although he didn't mention what. "Anyway yeah, uh, I saw a city a few hundred clicks down west as I was coming here. It looked pretty hoppin', if that's what you're going for. Smelled like shit, though."

He looked at the map, and had to hold it open. It really was too big for its own good.

"What's the name of this place?" he asked Kord, but then immediately looked away to get to work on something else.

He didn't regain eye contact, and instead popped open his trunk to retrieve some tools. Whatever he broken while 'landing', he was intent on fixing right away. The hood of the machine popped up, and he started tinkering.
Alice Jones Glancing down at Alden, Alice nods. "Yo." she says, "Just looking for a ride to wherever the road takes me." she observes. "Got enough money for now, I can probably take a bit of a break. Just a bit, not like I'm going to stop looking for opportunities. Mr. Uh... Black Knight here is kind of looking for something that I can't quite grasp, what is it you're looking for anyway?" she asks Kord. Looking over at Udi she then says, "US Dollars, credit card, either one. Provided you don't have some kind of spaceship engine in there, we can probably work something out." then pauses, "...Smelled like shit? What kind of place are we talking here?"
Count Kord Since he receives relatively the same question from two different people in different forms, Kord turns to address Alice first, "A small town that was supposed to be right here, but this map I purchased is inaccurate," then he turns to reply to Udi, "It's called Brookside. There is a harvest festival happening tomorrow and I wanted to get there before the festivities begin."

He then admits, while rolling up the map and tucking it away somewhere on his person under the cloak, "I cannot read any of these road markers." He looks over his shoulder and down the road to a very distant street sign. It'd be hard to see from this far off. The tech inept man approaches the vehicle, giving it curious lookover, just before turning his attention over to Alden. He greets with just a raise of his hand. "I have Multiversal credits," he says with a louder voice since the driver is working under the hood and not in easy conversational distance, "If you can get me to Rivertown."

"Kord," he introduces to Alice so she doesn't call him Black Knight anymore, "My name is Kord."
Alden Alden's attention goes to the large crow, looking at it curiously for a few moments and offering it a wave as well, "Trying to get a ride?" he asks softly, twitching his tail a bit as he moves to peek at the map, not that it might help much of course, he is just curious!. He makes no comments on the tail since he still is not sure what is 'normal' or not amongst the multiverse. "I only have bits, I don't think anyone besides maybe a digimon might take them." he says with a chuckle, "But then again, I can likely just fly where I need to, if I know where that is.".
Udi "The kind with a lot of smog."

He remarked, pulling something out of position haphazardly and fiddling with it. He was busy getting this thing running again, and it wasn't he reconnected one of the things did it become apparent what was wrong with the car, even to him. Instead of answering these people directly, he got back in his car and tried to start it. It worked just fine, and it purred like a kiten with black lung. He stepped out of it to address them.

"Alright, alright, alright," he said to them. "I can work with all this, get in."

He opened the back seat door nice and wide, and gestured for them to hop in the back seat. "One of you gets to ride in the front. Or you can be bitch in the middle seat. Your call."
Alice Jones "Doesn't matter too much to me." Alice says, "First time I've heard of the middle seat being referred to as, 'Bitch' though. Shotgun's not new to me on the other hand." as she gets in the back.
Count Kord Kord's Murkrow, known as Aas, looks down at Alden and fluffs up her feathers. She makes a little 'rrrrr' noise at the strange creature. It's not clear if she's greeting him or trying to seem bigger to intimidate him.

Kord hesitates instead of getting into the vehicle immediately. That strangely shaped tail droops and rests against the ground, scraping against the pavement as he climbs into the vehicle. He pulls a gemstone out of a satchel before he gets in from somewhere under the cloak, and a flash of red light absorbs the Murkrow, a stream of red energy sucked into the gem. The magical equivilant of a Pokeball.

"Doesn't matter to me, either," he mentions, once he's actually in his seat. He leans over, prepared to help Alden into the vehicle with one hand if the Digimon would prefer to sit in the back with them.
Alden In either case, the digimon seems to find the Murkrow cute!, and smiles to the large bird, before he sees it dissapear!. He blinks a bit, recognizing the glow, "Was that a pokemon?" he asks softly, before moving besides Kord and happily taking the offer, "Thank you." he says, before turning towards the Taxi driver, "Thanks as well, was getting tired of walking."
Udi Udi got in the driver seat and messed with some things. Most notably the mirror, which got knocked out of whack when he 'landed' his car, as well as a couple other things.

"Well, at least I won't have to clean up the passenger seat," he said.

Kord, who was in the middle, and Alice, who was on the left of him, could see the pile of objects there. The Digimon, due to its size and position, could not. Tools, items, things of that nature, from various worlds. There was a lot of discontinuity there, to be put it bluntly.

"And awaayyyyy we go!" he announced as he hit the gas pedal and immediately turned upward, pulling back on the steering wheel to ascend. "Sit tight, jack!"
Count Kord Kord sucked in a breath the moment the vehicle tipped backward to prepare for ascent, and his back straightened, and one hand went for the passenger seat in front of him for a brace. He went tense very quickly and clearly didn't trust the vehicle at all. But he made no verbal protest.

Awkwardly, he replied to Alden, "Yes, that was my Murkrow. She's not very friendly." He looked aside at the Digimon and wondered, "And you're... not a Pokemon? You resemble one, and I don't recall us ever talking about it." The more he talks the less it looks like he's about to have a heart attack in his seat. He can sound calm even when he doesn't look calm, so he's got that going for him.
Alden Alden seems a bit uneasy as well, he IS used to flying, but only under his own power!, so the way the machine works rattles him somewhat, holding onto the door, and onto Kord, if he allows of course. He is glad to havce a distraction!, "I'm a digimon." he says softly, "I don't know much about pokemon, but I did meet a trainer." he says, "He... didn't quite look as you." he says softly.
Udi "Alright," he said after making a slightly more graceful landing in what he called 'smog town' to drop Alice off. "Time to get out of here and get to Brookside!"

Another takeoff, and another trip. Just after he got into the air, a few police sirens went off. He probably violated one of those 'traffic laws' that cops get so uppity about.

"Okay, so let's see," he said, and got out a smartphone. He looked up 'Brookside' on some kind of Google Maps-esque tool. "It's on this planet, right? Brookside?"
Count Kord Kord allowed Alden to grab ahold of him, though he seemed surprised by it. Being someone that permeated the air with constant menace even when he's being casual and friendly, it's always a startle when someone even approaches him. "I'm an arcanist, not a trainer. The Murkrow is... my attempt at being a trainer, but it never worked out," he explains to Alden.

The way to the smog-filled town is relatively quiet, and he nervously fidgets for every second he's in the vehicle. He definitely doesn't seem too happy about loud motorized vehicles. "Yes," Kord says with tenuous confidence, "Brookside should be in this region."

"Did you want to attend the festival with me?" he wonders to Alden, realizing the Digimon hadn't really mentioned where he was intending go, exactly.
Udi "Alright, yeah," he said, finding the location. The device Udi had to figure this out looked about as alien as the car itself. And it was almost as beat up, with cracked glass on the front of it. "Yeah. I found it."

Again, with the pedal to the metal, and in a straight line. This was a really easy job, so far. No getaway. No smuggling. Just a straight fare to get somewhere. He sometimes needed a simple job. Maybe this Kord guy would get into trouble later, in turn letting him jack up the price. Or at the very least do something exciting.

"So, uhm, what's the nature of this festival?" he asked him.
Count Kord "It's a harvest festival. The sell food, they hold dances and games..." Kord lists it off on his fingers, his tone suggesting it's pretty obvious. "Like a farmer's market, but closer to a big carnival event. I hear this town used to hold yearly blood sacrifices, so I wanted to see how a similar culture to my own might develop this far ahead in time. It'll be a good lesson."

"I hear they have the best jam in the region," he concludes, sounding oddly excited about foodstuffs and festivals for a man dressed in black and red armor.
Udi "Oh," Udi, said. He had to ascend even more as he went through a forest that had a higher tree line than the woods on the outskirts of 'smogtown'. He seemed kind of bored until he mentioned blood sacrifices, and then things got interesting. "Wait, blood sacrifices!?"

He didn't slow down, but from the back seat, Kord could see his face grimace in the mirror. It didn't last long, though. He's seen way worse, and actually done worse, too, but only when really behooved.

"What kind of blood sacrifices?"
Count Kord "They used to sacrifice a maiden yearly to this goddess I can't pronounce for a better harvest and protection for the next year, but as the years went on they moved on to slaughtering a goat or a pig every year in front of the whole town." Kord pulls a pamphlet out of his satchel and scans the back of it while he reads it off, "'Brookside holds a yearly event to re-enact the ancient rituals that have since been deemed inhuman or even evil, using fake offerings to ensure it stays a safe and educational experience meant to teach children about the history of the town and...'" He trails off and stuffs the pamphlet away again, deciding that's enough. "They're very lively people," he tells Udi, his pale blue eyes showing mirth through the eye sockets of that helmet toward the mirror.
Udi Udi chuckles at that. He shook his head a bit, too.

"So, the question here is, why are you going to re-enactments of this sort of shit when you can go to the real thing?"

He retrieved his flask again and took another swig. He offered it to Kord.
Count Kord And Kord accepted the flask, though he made sure to clean the mouth piece with his cloak a little first. He explained before he bothered to take a drink...

"Because my lands have not practiced blood sacrifice since the previous lord died, and I have not bothered to reinstate the tradition. Something about being burned at the stake? I don't really get their wariness toward it, Yveltal's purview is perfectly in line with blood sacrifice. I feel like my lands have only just reached the first step toward a modernized view on the subject so it would be valuable to learn more."

He tips his helmet back and takes a swig, then hands the flask back over to Udi.
Udi It was definitely alcoholic, and if Kord could tell, it was whiskey. It burned as it went down, and made his insides warmer. That's how he could tell. Well, that and the fact that it's hard liquor.

"Yeah I guess that makes sense, but you're on a tourist trip," Udi said, taking another swig for himself. He didn't bother to wipe it off.

He began descending as the ground got flatter. This was probably dangerous but he was so casual about it that unless one was paying real close attention, or knew how to fly correctly, it wouldn't even be noticed.

"Fact of the matter is, you can go somewhere where they actually *DO* this sort of shit."
Count Kord "I could."

Kord seemed to accept the idea easily enough. The alcohol didn't seem to bother him even a little beyond the soft coughing noise he made, reflexively, from the alcoholic burn. "But I'm going for the historical experience, and not the blood and guts. As much as a spectacle as that would be... I'd be tempted to interfere, and I'm not yet in the mood to fight a bunch of backwards zealots for the fun of it. Not for the heroics, just to see if they're really that dedicated to their goddess."

"For now, I want to throw a ball at glass bottles and purchase jars of jam."
Udi He chuckled at that last part. For a plainly 'evil' entity, with the menacing bbearing and all that, he didn't seem that off, or abnormal, once spoken to.

"Yeah, fair enough, I suppose. Playing it safe isn't the worst decision one could make. This world is pretty placid comapred to a lot of them, it seems. I've seen some fucked up shit, man, let me tell you."
Count Kord "As have I," Kord replies.

As they near a sign that says 'BROOKSIDE' in big block letters, Kord says, "You can drop me off here." And he pulls out a card to make his payment to Udi. "Thanks for the chat. And your... flying ... car-- car? It was an experience." He almost said 'carriage,' which isn't that far off.

There are tents in the distance that are higher than the dumpy little buildings that normally dot the town. Seems like their festival is a big deal.
Udi Udi landed his 'car', again sloppily, but this seems to be the norm for him. "Yeah, man, thanks. Maybe we'll meet again."