「 caught in a prism 」

[retired indie roleplay account] ✿ she/her ✿ ⚢ ✿ 21+ ✿

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          “Pardon me. You there, you of diminutive stature and androgynous hairstyle. Yes, that’s right; I’m speaking to you. A word, if you please.”  

          As a rule, Richard Wellington never deigned to rush. One never rushed art. His catalogue-spread saunter elevated sidewalk to catwalk, by-passers to attendant audience — his little gift of gracing the world.  Over his shoulder, he carried a vinyl garment bag on a silver hanger, which he twirled loose like a toreador’s cape, and unzipped. Within it was a single shirt.

          He smirked a patient but unmistakable smirk. “Ringing any bells?” 

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A careful smile was given at the interesting man, equal parts curious and confused. Uncertain how to react to his words along with the flamboyant presentation, her nose crinkled slightly in thought, keeping her fingers curled under her chin. ❝I-I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ve seen it before…❞ 

Soft confession lingered in the air as she continued observations from a safe distance, waiting patiently until an elaboration was offered, but finding none, she continued. ❝Ah- Um, though it looks like it’s much too big for me… But I hope you find the owner, sir…!❞ 

A slight pause as her head inclined back to meet his gaze, an arm rising to offer what she had in her opposite hand, ❝Snickerdoodle? The children made them for the bake sale and we had extra.❞

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this one i won’t forget;

A perturbed brow acknowledges her foreign presence within thirteen paces of his personage; though his countenance offers little, barely grimace. Vacant pools rise to gauge her curious presence with a mask of seriousness. — habit or not, he has always been fond of lonely places, above all else the company of others is certainly not welcome. 

This one is different, though. Terse lips purse as ivories clench within tightly bound mandibles. Beyond his facade, beyond furrowed brow, he brews diverse thoughts, confusion orchestrates his actions when she’s around. They haven’t spoken that much, probably four times, and they were brief, it didn’t pass from 10 minutes.

Brief as his reprisal may be, his head lolls upon his shoulder, his hair boring into the flesh of his cheek. cue an exhale through parted tiers, hot breath clouding in a haze to which extends saturated venom. His attentions on her, now closer, certainly not willingly to engage conversation. His tone could be harsh, vile — but with her, the air is different, he feels more at ease; tonality adopts an acceptable sound, almost sound like he’s a normal person (heh).

“Sera… Are you lost or something? Weird seeing you here. This place is usually alone.”

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There were some places within the Embryon base that invaded her soul with such a careless ease that Sera lost herself. She could no longer hear her own thoughts or breathe her own breaths. Instead she drowned in the heartbeats of the soldiers and suffocated within their pain. She was slowly carving a grave into her arms with her own finger nails, tipped in the poison of every abnormality she possessed. The girl with black hair…

「Why am I so different?」

So her solution led to seek solidarity when the voices that didn’t belong to her wouldn’t stop, but even then, her position within the tribe restricted her to stay within the concrete walls.

As actively as she made the effort to appear calm on the outside she knew very well that panic was not so far away, or at least a sense of discomfort that was bound to hit her eventually. Deep down she could feel something curling in her gut, in her chest, burning at the back of her head where her neck met her scalp, something that she could not hold off forever.

She looked at him, marveling at the resonance of his voice that shocked her out of her thoughts. Perhaps he didn’t know that their time together was dependent upon his schedule, not hers. In her short existence, Sera had never seen anybody impervious to the effects of fear like Heat was; such was a basis to humans, present in everyone, even the most dauntless of people. But she had to remind herself, that alongside the male, there was a demon inside him he openly welcomed. It was a long moment before she could muster the courage to reply.

❝I-I’m sorry. I just… Sometimes I come here while everyone else is on their missions.❞ Her voice was so small, just above a whisper, pink lips twitching carefully around unspoken words. ❝But now I understand that this place is restricted… I should leave. I didn’t mean to disturb you…❞

[mitoshiro]

cold water | ( sera & kanda )

[mitoshiro]

     The grip held on a fragile wrist loosened as he listened to words with morose undertones. As far as he knew, he understood his relation to her; he was sure that it wasn’t a false illusion that had been created by his own mind. Yet, it suddenly felt as though he was in the presence of a stranger. The memory of the girl’s persistent smile had been ingrained, but such an expression was absent in this current dilemma.

      “What do you mean?"

     The words had almost slipped out before he could make sense of anything. The question was vague- almost nonsensical when taking into account how forward she was about her situation. Perhaps plagued by some form of amnesia, she couldn’t remember the swordsman by anything other than some array of emotions.

     It hardly made any sense that he failed to be in the same state; however, it appeared as though nothing about their new setting had any traces of the logic he had previously learned. He released her from his grasp, unsure of what to do next. Was it even possible to restore her memories or were they to be lost permanently? An attempt to assist in the process of remembering would be wearisome; dealing with this had proven to be strenuous in nature despite the fact that this had all only occurred over the course of a few minutes- minutes that felt like hours.

     Despite the fact that it would be a difficult cause, he inexplicably would put forth some effort in helping get past this amnesia. He recognized that there were other, easier paths he could take, yet he wouldn’t allow himself to do so.

     ”Look, my name is Kanda and we were comrades for over a year in that hellhole of a city- you were always reading these long ass books about different things, so we were always in that cluttered library…” He searched her countenance for a hint of remembrance; it was farfetched for him to believe that it would be that easy to restore lost memories. Just revealing his name to her felt completely surreal.

     He slid the beads off of his wrist and left them in the palm of his hand. “Do these even look familiar to you? You gave them to me a long time ago."

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His words burrowed deep into her, into the recesses of both her mind and her heart. They came to her as a shock, unable to respond even after he had finished. She knew the consequences of her powers, how deep the destruction could run through her veins. The shaman never thought the moment would come when she would desperately want them back. If only, so she could fix all this.

❝—Kanda?❞ Her tone was soft, hesitant, but the name felt familiar on her tongue. ❝Do you mean Karma City? Were you one of the children involved in the God Project? Is- Is that how we knew each other?❞

Sera paused again, his final question tugging at her heartstrings, words bleeding with an uncertainty that she would never wish upon anyone, especially him. It’s as if her entire being was a marionette, taut with strings but without a mastermind to aid her in formulation of a coherent reply. She knew she couldn’t lie to him as she clutched the wooden prayer beads, but they felt heavy and foreign against her fingers. It carried memories she couldn’t recall and experiences in which she felt absent. She felt irreparably incomplete.

❝I- I don’t remember but I know their significance… A protection charm to help subdue harmful energies. If I gave them to you, I wanted you to stay safe, keep unnecessary dangers away from you...❞

His emotions were like whispers, and her eyes listened intently, noting the slight furrow of his brows and the twitch of his lips. She heard confusion, surprise, maybe hurt? ❝—Ah, please don’t look at me that way.❞ She reached without thinking, fingers curling as if to cradle the contours of his jawline, the pads of her thumbs sliding to the corners of his lips. It was instinct that propelled her to ensure he was well. She suddenly felt boundaries she had no right to anymore were crossed so reluctantly her hands returned to fold neatly on her lap, eyes kept downcast.

❝Kanda… There is nothing I can promise you with the conviction you deserve to hear. But… if it’s not too much to ask, please be patient with me and tell me anything I should know about you. About us.❞ It made her feel selfish, asking too much of him to willingly give, reminding her exactly of her own missing gaps. For in that year’s time she spent acquainted with him, there must be an abundance of things she owed him.

She wanted to untangle all these memories, to smooth over every story and hear it straight from his lips. She looked at him. Her eyes were tender but strong, determined but yielding, not quite fearful but not completely brave either. ❝Nothing created is permanently lost... But if I have to learn everything again, I will do it without a second thought.❞ A faint blush tinted her cheeks. ❝I only trust you.❞

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♕~      It hadn’t even been five minutes and Yuri was already being too nosy for his own good. Drawing a finger along rows of books he didn’t even stop to pick one up, after all, it looked like no one had touched them for years, so what use would they be now. He could hear the sound of pages turning, however which could only mean one thing- He wasn’t alone in this room. Gliding round so his back was against the books he peered round the corner. There sat a young girl whom he’d never actually seen before. She looked exhausted, and being surround by that many books, Yuri would have had a heart attack if he challenged himself to read all of those. 

Stepping out from where he was hiding, he made himself known to the young girl. Resting a hand on his hip he tilted his head to one side, one in a attempt to read what she was reading whilst it was upside down to him, and two to wonder why on earth she had challenged herself to read so much. 

      “You know. If you’re tired, the information won’t stick. You’re just finding ways to KO yourself otherwise." he spoke up, followed by giving a slight shrug, dark coloured eyes cast themselves in no set direction at all, continuing to scan over all these books.

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Sera blinked. Once, twice, thrice in rapid succession. ❝K.O.?❞ Hearing what she assumed was a jest, she glowed with relief figuring the stranger meant her no harm. The knowledge gave her enough courage to reluctantly do the opposite of what she was told, standing up to put the book back on the shelf slowly only to pluck another one, fingers pausing over the spine as if to remember the feel of the texture on her skin.

❝You're very kind and I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle this. I’ve already put my mind to it...❞ Instead of her usual timid candace, her voice acted as an anchor, steady and determined, but her hands shook for fear could never truly be vanquished from her system. There were lexicons on the studious and the occult, photo albums with pictures of people she had never met, stacks and stacks of unsorted correspondence between lovers, soldiers, inmates, children, mothers, fathers- all ghosts that didn’t seem to exist now. The shaman didn't enjoy this feeling, this growing sense of impotence, the creeping suspicion that she had come to the end of her options and nothing was working. Stubbornly, she picked out another book and flipped open to the first page, running her finger up and down the lining.

She sighed a heavy kind of sigh, the kind that someone in her numbered years shouldn't be able to know, but then again, after what she had seen, it had already been perfected. ❝It's not possible that among all these books, there’s nothing. I’m not able to rely on physical strength and without my abilities or my memories I’m next to useless. I have to help somehow.❞ Her tone became lighter, more careful. She wasn't sure if she could blame her lack of sleep for what she had already said. ❝Don’t you want to know what they mean by becoming a god? What sacrifices will be necessary? It can’t be that simple… Power always comes at a great cost.❞

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Truth be told, it was enlivening to be able to speak about this with someone, even though the pretense given by her subdued display of enthusiasm appeared to defy such, at least in comparison to others her age. Everything she felt was psychological in the strictest sense, and those feelings became most vivid when it had solitude to bear its influence; her diary absorbed the full brunt of that truth and was at times a polarized mess of emotive concepts.

Her preoccupation being as strong as it was, she was led away from noticing the nervousness in the young woman’s voice and candidly continued with her reply: 

“Mm…”

“They used lots of colors, but I like sunset ones the best. Mr. Aztec Rave Monkey has those colors.”

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The curiosity birthed intrigue, the young girl’s words carefully taken into consideration before a more genuine smile conquered, crinkling the skin around her eyes, accenting the curve of her cheeks. Sera felt with the entirety of her heart, and it burst in relief that she would be able to share a silly conversation as a diversion, if only for a short while. There was nothing more she liked to cherish than an out of the blue conversation, in her opinion, anyways.

❝So… reds, oranges, and the like, correct? Very warm colors that radiate confidence and independence.❞ Orange was synonymous to her with Embryon after all, the color that marked her shoulders and claimed her as part of the tribe. She took a brief moment to sift through the odd name that had been brought up. ❝...Mister Aztec Rave Monkey? Hmm... Well if they are in his possession, I wonder if he'd be kind enough to let us borrow them?❞

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✦ ||〖Work and real life has been keeping me rather busy but I hope to find an escape soon enough. I'm incredibly sorry for the delay! I have all replies in my draft box and will get to them as soon as I'm able. Thank you! 〗

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↳ LOADING:【 identity confirmed 】➤【 lonewolfstorm 】

She could be found in an abandoned room, dust all over, murmuring distractedly to herself as she rummaged through a mountain of books. She licked the tip of her finger, turning more pages until she saw something of interest written at the top of a page in sprawling cursive. Somewhere between this page and the next, her eyes began to droop. Tired as she was, she didn’t cease- couldn’t cease. There was still too much to look over and not even half had been accomplished yet.

❝I know there must be something here that can help me understand. Some sort of hint or clue…❞

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↳ LOADING:【 identity confirmed 】➤【 radiantdragonknight 】

Her gaze focused upon the midnight sky. While others would perceive such a habit to be a little peculiar in such cold weather, the bite of the upcoming winter kept her tethered in this new reality, more aware in what had become of her, and honestly she had never found fault in appreciating what was pleasing in aesthetics. Leaves broke like thunder in her ears and Sera glanced up. As far as she knew, she was alone but without her abilities, she couldn’t be too sure.

❝I-I didn’t expect anyone else to be around this area… I'm sorry! I know I should be inside at this hour but… the stars cannot be seen in daylight.❞

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   ✽ “A god?! No, I — I couldn’t possibly become a God! Someone such as myself is unfit for the title. I’m merely a dancer, and mediocre even in that respect. Oh, Gods …”

Small hands pressed against either side of Olivia’s face, covering a complexion of red. How could such misfortune befall one person? A shaky breath left trembling lips. A simple-minded dancer at heart, she had no right to place herself among deities. In such a strange place, no less; this certainly wasn’t Ylisse any longer.

Besides the fact, where were the Shepherds? Last she remembered, Olivia was huddled around a bonfire with her fellow companions, sipping apple cider and listening to Maribelle pluck a gentle tune on a harp, ever sweet to the ears. Distress washed over her like a tidal wave, stormy waters flooding the planes of her mind.

Olivia started forward into the crowd, recognizing nary a face. Many gazed at her knowingly, as if her presence and purpose had been announced for all to hear. The flush enveloping her face deepened. ‘Oh, please, let the Earth swallow me whole …’

"Chrom; Robin; anyone? P - Please," she called out to the masses, every wavering syllable rung with a shed of hope.

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Silently did the petite shaman stare out- nerves have gotten the better of her, who had been left to fend for herself. This strange environment was full of life and color- and yet Sera still found herself incredibly intimidated by her new home. It was a world completely separate from what she could remember, full of dangers she hadn’t faced before, faces she couldn’t fully recall mixed with new strangers all together. Living here required fighting for their survival, something she couldn’t imagine doing considering she was powerless and couldn’t even wield a weapon.

She jumped at the sound of someone behind her, and suddenly the matter of this intimidating situation was forgotten. Pale hands folded neatly over her skirt, doing her best not to fuss over needlessly. Grey gaze wandered to peer at the young woman, shy, and then away, downwards. She felt absolutely foolish for having no idea what to say.

❝Don’t worry!❞ It was the first thing that popped into her mind, letting a wave of easiness nestle over the rest of her nerves, walling the tension away from Sera’s stressed, tiny frame. ❝What’s most important is staying positive…❞

She maintained a steady smile in the dancer's direction. ❝Getting upset won’t do us any good, I think… Unfortunately it won’t change anything and we'll just remain upset... So we’ll have to do our best and together we’ll work towards a solution that will benefit all of us involved.❞

A moment’s shuffle, the girl searched the bag at her side for the parcel in question. Quickly, she beamed, holding up a small container triumphantly, and offering it to her. ❝Um…Y-you must be hungry. I wouldn’t mind sharing if you’d like?❞

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“And so we are ushered into an epoch destined to surpass the last, for the heart shall be reaped for its most dastardly, its most altruistic, its most iron limits, all previously untouched by man.”

Humanity has been felled and replaced by witches, magical beings, familiars, and gods. The Supreme Body, the single governing force, has propagated peace and wields this lamina of benevolence to covertly raise a legion of deities. You have been brought in to help them in their efforts: you shall provide them with the knowledge of what it means to strive to be powerful.

Reier Magna is a mfrp in which characters are summoned to prove their worth. Robbed of all of their abilities, they are trapped within the walls of the Supreme Body’s kingdom and must survive different trials to back their powers, therefore displaying their will. Should they present themselves to be a cut above the rest, they will be crowned and given the authority to instigate their own events, subjecting their fellow comrades to the products of their imagination. Do so—prove to be a ruthless, macabre, or heartfelt ruler—and their powers will be returned… and they will be considered a “God.”

PREMISE. STORY. RULES. TAKEN. RESERVED.

[mitoshiro]

cold water | ( sera & kanda )

     The lack of desire to make himself at home had created an looming problem for the swordsman. This place lacked room assignments and allowed others to choose their rooms; however, this only made the process of settling down in a set location even more difficult. It seemed as though moving into one of the rooms was a sign of defeat, so he noted himself traveling from room to room with each passing day; it’s not as though he had an intimidating number of possessions, anyway.

     Digits gravitated over a door’s knob as he contemplated rooming in this one for the day. However, he had a feeling that he should continue walking down the long row of rooms. The room hadn’t given him a bad feeling; he merely felt as though he should continue onward throughout the moderately bright tunnel.

     His footsteps echoed throughout the enclosed area; there hardly seemed to be an abundance of noise pollution. While it wasn’t a terrible change of pace, he had grown accustomed to the noise pollution of his previous universe and had obtained the ability to simply ignore it.

     While his memories weren’t crystal clear, he recalled faces and select emotions. There was one person in particular who would enter these memories and he couldn’t help but wonder how they were; if he recalled correctly he was currently wearing the prayer beads that he had received as a gift from this person. He couldn’t explain why, but these thoughts would sometimes carry pangs of guilt despite not being capable of locating an exact source behind this guilt. However, his presence in this new area seemed to contribute to it greatly despite the fact that it was, much to the male’s disdain, out of his control.

     In the distance, he noted a small figure in the distance who he could not yet identify. While he would prefer to avoid contact with any of the bizarre people in the area, his feet still carried him forward. The thin tint of faint unfamiliarity soon vanished once navy orbs had locked onto the facial features of the other.

     ”Sera…?”

     Digits reflexively had reached for the girl’s thin wrist as eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a stern disposition softened slightly. This was the person who he had the most prominent memories with from the other universe without any doubt. Knowing who she is, he expected one of her usual, emotional greetings as he disregarded the fact that something appeared slightly less usual than he recalled.

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Question after question milled through her head; her frown only deepened, brows furrowing. This was not an entirely new experience. Slight amnesia and subsequent deactivation of her powers had happened before. Living between two worlds at one point should have her more prepared for this. She took a deep enough breath to take in her surroundings, fully take them in because there was a lot to process. ❝Usually I can reconfigure my own data structure without the use of a template or accessing the main frame,❞ she mused aloud before pausing. Except, the silence continued. Something was wrong, her brows whispered. Had her transfer to this dimension been incomplete?

In the process of trying- and failing, so far- to put together data that had fallen apart under an unwelcome touch, dissolving into little pieces that apparently could only be constructed back into their orderly sequence by the hands which destroyed them, she tried her best to grasp what little information remained. Each and every moment was essential in her eyes, it couldn’t be possible that everything that once mattered to her could so easily be forgotten, so easily pushed aside. 

But despite her efforts, her memories were frayed; metaphorical processors corrupted beyond recognition. The loss of her abilities had been devastating to the core, taking an essential part of her. From her creation, her mind had been wired in a different way to be compatible with God; digital data encoded into the very electrical impulses that flowed through her brain and nerves. It used to respond to her will. It used to form patterns she could understand and manipulate. Now she was broken. And the world had been standing on it’s head since she woke up that day. A man brought her out of her haze.

She receded with a ghost of a flinch at his touch, warm fingers making contact with her cold skin, as wavering images crawled at the edges of her vision. Gaze briefly fixated upon the prayer beads that adorned his left wrist before grey eyes looked right at him, completely exposed. What she could recall had obscured the details of his face, dulled the power of his eyes, made her unversed in the weight he could carry in one word. She felt a rousing of emotions. Affection. Trust. Comfort. Acceptance. Love?

He was important to her.

❝It’s terribly upsetting, don’t you think? To find someone that you can easily call out their name but they can’t even recall yours?❞ A small smile formed on pink lips, yet there seemed to be something melancholy about it. Something resigned, something finite. The way she had said the words seemed so resolved, as if her illimitable hope had been expended with her energy. ❝A comrade is a person generally suited to another, one who understands and connects with them on many levels— I think that’s what we are... were. I can't grasp at anything solid but the word feels right...? I'm sorry. I want to remember but for some reason, I can't. Parts are missing.❞

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She stops you on the street by pulling on your clothing. Upon gazing down at her small frame, it was easy to discern that she was awfully excited by something—namely the only ‘something’ still capable of reinvigorating her desensitized puerile nature.

“When I become king, we’ll draw on cloth like the Paracas did. Do you think there’ll be enough crayons?”

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Despite the sense of loss and confusion steeping in her bones, in the face of a young child, she couldn’t bring herself to be anything less than chipper. The shadow that clawed at her chest was tucked beneath a surge of compassion. It was said that altruism was the cure to any heart’s ailment, so Sera swallowed her medicine willingly. She turned to meet the girl’s gaze, a small giggle, weak and somewhat nervous escaped her lips. It would have to do.

❝Ah-! That sounds wonderful! I’d be happy to be your loyal subject if I had such a thing to look forward to. I’m sure there will be more than enough to accommodate everyone, in every single color you could ever imagine. But- what color would be your favorite?❞

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↳ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴜɴғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ✽ //

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↳ LOADING:【 identity confirmed 】➤【 oskriven 】

❝---Ah! Sir, please wait a second!❞ A hand rose as she followed after him, fingers curled until her index remained extended. Catching his attention, she retracted it, letting it find a home pressed against her collar bone. 

The curve of Sera's brow said more than enough, a frantic energy mixed with an array of embarrassment and distress, but she had to take full responsibility. ❝Um, th- There's… something on your back.❞

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↳ LOADING:【 identity confirmed 】➤【 deceivre 】

❝Oh goodness, I can barely get all the colors on one side to match...❞ A soft admittance, confidence in herself weak enough to label her current puzzle solving skills as a lost cause.

An unabashed wonderment came forth, because it was only natural to look up to those more gifted than her, fingers laced in admiration as she watched the young man skillfully, almost mechanically, maneuver the correct twists and turns to match the stickers, ❝But wow! You're so amazing at this! Do you think there's any chance I could get a few tips from you?❞

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↳ LOADING:【 identity confirmed 】➤【 suzuyassjuuzous 】

Sera was a young woman that passed most of her free time daydreaming, mind elsewhere, carrying stories within her written to make the time spent alone shorter; so the others approach was unheard as she continued to hum quietly to herself. When she came to, it wasn't that she was startled by his presence, it was more that she was startled by her own lack of awareness.

She took the briefest of moments to inspect him, properly determine whether he was a potential friend or foe. Pale fingers tucked stray strands behind her ear, ❝I'm sorry... Um, someone told me that there was a wishing fountain around here. Is that true? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the area that well yet...❞