New Hunting Grounds (harpuian-vessel)
X listened closely to what Rex was saying, He had a very old method of speaking, something that X had not heard used in everyday speech.
He called a robot a…golem?
That was odd.
Then he spoke about all the different races, classes, so many variations.
“…and how do all these races fare with each other? Do they get along? Do you get along? Are you segregated? Please… I wan’t to know.”
This was important. Reploids and Humans had their troubles getting along, but all these…. that must have been a miracle to solve all their differences… that is to say if they even have…
Rex looked puzzled for a moment, wondering why X was pressing the issue so hard “I mean, sure, there’s always a little segregation, simply because some like to see what’s familiar. The Harpuia live in mountains, Elves and Ryulent in forests, Humans anywhere they can. The races have towns where they co-exist and they have towns where they do not. My wife and I live in a primarily human town, for example.”
He never thought much about it, if people didn’t get along. He’d heard about the humans attacking all the other races a century ago on a different continent, but even then, they were being manipulated by the forces of darkness.
X blinked, somewhat puzzled by this.
"How often have you all gotten along? What do you usually do if things get out of hand?"
X was trying to learn to perhaps learn from Rex, and maybe even attribute their ways to his own people.
(( Sorry, this was late ))
"Well, since creation really. We were all created together, it wasn't until the war of the gods that any hostility started. It mostly ended with the war too. Everyone is equal so we don't have some special way to deal with things. We just deal. We live on. In relative harmony." Rex tried to explain as best as he could. [[pfft so was this, I JUST figured out about the new notification system]]
