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[divinedragontamer]

( @oneeyedpsychic )

With at least some of her bearings finally collected, Martha had begun to see a rhythm to how this city flowed. There were proper spots to find nearly anything, and that included certain streets to find herself a good fight to entertain herself with.

However, certain things did not belong there. Certainly not a young girl who didn’t look as if she would last through even a single good punch. Sure, there were other things along this street, but they were equally unsuitable for a baby.

“Lost?”

[divinedragontamer]

( @kingofconquests )

Martha hadn’t been sure exactly what she had been expecting when she was finally shown the way ‘home’. Probably one of the shared domiciles she had seen others retreating to, towers raised to the sky. Or perhaps, if she was lucky, a small hut of her own.

A giant, luxurious palace? Oh no, this was much too ritzy to belong to her. Unless... had she won her way in through a fight?

“Hello?” she called, hoping to find someone who could offer more answers.

[divinedragontamer]

@letscursefate

Was that a child.... wandering alone? He looked as lost as Martha currently felt, without the advantage of being old enough to fend for himself and fight off any threats.

Perhaps she should have asked before scooping him up, but it was a little late for that now. 

“Where, exactly, are your parents?”

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“This place is sooo boring!” 

There were so many wonders in this village Martha had never seen before. Places called movie theatres and boardwalks and museums, concepts she hadn’t even heard of. Definitely things her tiny little village had never so much as dreamed of.

All of them boring. Where did one go to pick a fight around here?

“Hey, you! Do you have any idea what’s where here?”

[divinedragontamer]

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To put it plainly, Martha was lost. There weren’t even any words to describe exactly what it was she was seeing. Huts towering tall into the sky, horseless carriages, and magecraft (maybe? but what else could it be?) powered devices everyone seemed glued to. It was most definitely not her village.

Without her siblings to turn to with her questions, and not knowing who here she could fist fight the answers out of, she instead sought out the first person she could see not on their small black brick.

“Pardon, but where are we?”