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Taral and Benle

A brief introduction to Benle and Taral my two walkers still on Ravnica. Benle lives there permanently and Taral more recently arrived.

Taral twitched his ears. Each time he visited a new place the pressure difference caused loud popping sounds. He disliked that, but it was a side effect of what happened. He was happy to be off of that dusty mess of a collapsing plane. For once he was not talking about Phij. Taral was talking about Amonkhet. He had discovered a very interesting creature there, but since trouble was clearly brewing, he left. No one wants to stay on a plane where the only major civilization is being swarmed by locusts. After every trip he checks on Phij to make sure it isn’t entirely destroyed. And it wasn’t, much to Taral’s relief.

Taral turned his head to see where he landed. Buildings were everywhere. He must have landed in the middle of this place’s major city. The streets were busy. People hurried this way and that. Some were headed to the markets. A blue skinned tall man was running, his pack full of letters. Taral did not see any who looked like him. And yet none of them seemed to pay him any mind. It could have been that they were all busy. Taral resolved to find the end of the city.

Wandering for two hours, he was disappointed to find that the city did not end. Every turn led to more buildings, more levels of city. How would he discover beasts here? His catalogue would not improve. He prepared to leave. He only had one thing on his mind and that was saving Phij. If this city could move to Phij it would soon see itself collapse as well. Taral prepared to leave.

“Excuse me, you look a little lost.” A voice distracted Taral.

“No, I was just getting ready to go home.” Taral turned towards the voice.

“Where are you headed? I can point you in the right direction.” The thin pale man said.

“No thank you, I can find my way I think.” Taral declined.

Taral left to try and find a quiet place to disappear. He made it a few steps when the pale man stopped him again.

“That’s the wrong way.” The pale man said.

“What?” Taral inquired.

“You have the face of a wolf, or a dog, or something. That screams Simic. The Simic Combine is in that direction. You are headed towards the market.” The pale man responded.

“I don’t follow.” Taral said.

“I have a stall down at the market, and that is the direction you are headed. You have an animalistic form, indicative of Simic genetic tampering. Therefore it is logical to assume that you should be from the Combine and thus want to return there.” The pale man said. “Though Simic usually use reptiles, fish and birds, so a mammalian head is certainly unusual. My name is Benle, by the way.”

“Well Benle, I can assure you I am not from the Simic Combine.” Taral insisted.

“So they experimented on you and you are from somewhere else?” Benle asked.

“No. No one experimented on me.” Taral answered.

“Well then, if you are not Simic, and weren’t experimented on, you are clearly not from around here. Therefore, I invite you to my home. It’s in the direction you were headed, right behind my stall.” Benle looked in both directions before walking to Taral’s side. “Also, if you want something sweet to eat, there is a bakery down the way that is simply to die for.”

Benle led him down the busy street. They passed under a large beast that Benle called an Indrik. He explained they were used as beasts of burden, but were distracted by birds. Benle pointed out his stall, a small cloth roofed wooden stand in a ring of other similar set ups. He led Taral to his home.

The house was built into the side of the building nearest the marketplace. It was the part of a series of townhomes. The door was a painted green wood. Benle jangled his keys around a bit before unlocking the door. Before he stepped inside, he stopped Taral. With a flick of his hand, the empty doorway shimmered. Benle bowed and let Taral through.

Inside was a single room, separated into sections by half-walls. There was a small kitchen next to the stairs. There was a dining space with wooden floors. The table and chairs were a set made of cherry. There was a small couch with leaf colored cushions sitting across from a workbench. Benle explained that was where he tested the new enchantments.

“Next time someone asks you if you were experimented on by the Simic, you might want to say yes. You are clearly and visually, not from around here. If someone gets a good look at you, then they could get suspicious, or scared.” Benle said as he went to go make some cocoa. “I would offer you tea or coffee, but I don’t care for it. If you want some cocoa, I could oblige.”

“Why so secretive?” Taral asked.

“Is this your first time? Because I expected from your hood, that you at least tried to disguise yourself.” Benle said.

“No, it is not my first time, wait does that mean you can do it too?” Taral exclaimed.

“Yes, keep it down. You are the first other person I’ve met that could traverse the aether as it would. I am originally from a place called Zendikar, I am a Kor.” Benle explained. “Luckily for me, I just look like I am a strangely built pale human. You can’t get away with that.”

“You are very kind to a stranger. I’m lucky it was you who was suspicious of me.” Taral nodded his head politely.

“Yes, well, when I first arrived here, I had a similar experience. My ally was not a planeswalker however. She helped me get settled in. I simply wanted to pay it forward as well.” Benle said.

“Well, I should get going then.” Taral stood up from the couch.

“You are going to planeswalk away already?” Benle asked, as he brought the cocoa.

“Yes, I don’t think I will find what I am looking for here.” Taral sat back down, accepting the warm mug.

“If you don’t mind me asking, I would like to know what that is? Think of it as in exchange for me helping you with.”

“I seek beasts that are incredibly adaptive. To put it simply.” Taral replied.

“Then you definitely should not leave!” Benle protested. “The Simic love creating adaptive creatures. Their aim is to create the best creatures and best future. Or something like that I remain neutral on the topic of guilds.”

“What would you suggest I do then?” Taral wondered.

“There is an inn down Oak Street. The innkeeper is a wonderful woman. I would suggest you stay with her until you find more permanent arrangements. I would offer, but there is not much room and I can’t stay often enough to make sure you don’t get into trouble. I have to work my stall in the marketplace.”

“You think I should buy a residence?”

“Yes. You could learn a lot from the Simic. And admiring their work will make them more willing to show you. I’m sure you could find a way to make some coin, called zinos by the way.” Benle answered.

“Which direction is Oak Street? And which direction is the Simic Combine, perhaps if our interests align I could work for them.” Taral said.

Benle mumbled a few words. A shimmery horned sheep manifested in his living room. It had snow-white wool that seemed to sparkle with starlight. It nudged Taral and headed to the door.

“That will guide you. It’s a trick I picked up from Theros.” Benle said.

“I’ll have to tell you about my trip to Theros sometime.” Taral responded as he followed the ram out the door.

“I expect to see your new house soon.” Benle called after him.

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Benle and 89’s relationship is weird.

on one hand, Benle try’s to help them from doing murderous shit, and kinda thinks that they are quite a nice… uh…. “Thing” when you get to know them.

But on the other, 89 just follows Benle around, acting like some sort of lost puppy ig.

and on the other other hand, Benle and 89 are attractive to one and another in some way, but try’s not to talk about it. It’s kinda like a very weird romantic relationship where each side doesn’t really know if they like them back.

89 find Benle attractive due to them being a very nice person towards them, and finding them kinda handsome.

And Benle finds 89 attractive due to him understanding why he is the way he is, and that he does has a nice side to himself that they open up to when around benle.

anyways ya, benle x 89 is canon. (Kinda, they haven’t really told each other that they like each other)

#Benle the rabbit #Ben rivers #Benle #experiment 89 #89 #original series #original character #oc ship