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[zmbieskilledgod]

[after her meeting with Trucy and Eva, Zoey's gotten a better idea of what the hell this place is. It sure as hell doesn't stop her from getting lost in the maze of the city though. Carrying around what looks to have been part of a windowsill one point in time, she's wandering her way through the streets, holding her makeshift weapon down but at

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[substitute_toad]

[fran eyes that windowsill for a moment before speaking up, trying to gauge if she'll hit him with it.]

You might not have lost them, really.

[. . .staying a few feet away just in case.]

[zmbieskilledgod]

[woah, who said that?! Whirling around to look at him and then letting her sill rest on the ground when she actually spots him.]

What do you mean by that?

[substitute_toad]

[watching her for a moment longer before raising a hand to scratch his nose, trying to appear nonchalant.]

Well, Senior officer Belphegor keeps his knives and wires on him at all times, but he was missing those when he got here, too~.

So if it's not just him, I don't think they got lost.

[zmbieskilledgod]

[the nonchalance is working on her, more or less, other than... that hat, and she might be giving it an odd look for a moment but it passes. Eva was weirder than it...]

Well, at least I'm not the only one left weaponless... What's your name, anyway?

[substitute_toad]

Fran.

[he shoves his hands into his pockets now.]

I'm an illusionist. What about you?

[zmbieskilledgod]

An illusionist, huh?

[stage illusionist maybe? Or is this one of those weird other world 'if there can be demons, there can be actual illusionists with magic and everything' things that she isn't sure she can believe?]

I'm Zoey.

[substitute_toad]

[somewhere in between, but he just nods, choosing not to elaborate.]

Good to meet you.

[zmbieskilledgod]

Yeah, you too.

[her small smile fades as she glances around at the deserted shops and abandoned store fronts]

So, how long have you been... here?

[substitute_toad]

Not long. About a day, actually.

[he looks around too and shrugs]

Still trying to find a way to get food, to be honest.

[zmbieskilledgod]

Shit. Tell me you're kidding me. I went from a zombie apocalypse to this?

[wherever 'this' may be, it... doesn't feel like her world. She doesn't know what to do with that piece of information right now though.]

[substitute_toad]

Why would I be? It's no fun for me eithe- .. . Zombie apocalypse?

[he miiiiiiight just sound slightly impressed, zoey. he. kind of is, really.]

[zmbieskilledgod]

[she gives him a look, and then nods, rubbing the back of her neck.]

Yeah. Not fun as fun as it sounds, trust me. Even the army's evacs weren't reliable.

[substitute_toad]

I didn't say it sounded fu~n.

[though. it totally does.]

But it's the army, so I'm not sure what you expected about their evacuation skills.

[zmbieskilledgod]

[she won't blame you for that, Fran. hey, ellis thinks its the best shooting range of all time, after all. She herself admits to thinking it would be simpler.]

More than what they gave, that's for sure.

[substitute_toad]

[kay, good. still not gonna bring it up it probably is.]

Meh. Government things are run badly. I mean, the mafia's more organized.

[zmbieskilledgod]

[it works. :D except for the things that rape your face yes. She does, however get a slightly confused expression on her face.]

How do you know?