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The quest of looking for her Mistress. Open for anyone.

Vita, still dressed in a strange dress that actually was magical armor, was exploring the ship.

In other words, what looked like a kid with a weird fashion sense, armed only with a criquet mallet, was walking alone through possibly dangerous terrain. What could go wrong there?

To be more precise, she was actually not exploring, but looking for wherever Hayate was now. She knew her mistress was on the ship, after all.

"Oi, Hayate." She tried to send telepathically, through the link, though she wasn't sure if this would work here.
The ship sure was big...

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"Hey, Vita. ...And, uh, Graf Eisen. ...Wait, you named your, uh, hammer?"

That's kind of a neat idea. Tavros wonders if he should name his lance.

"Oh, Armed Devices all have names. The mage and the device are a team, after all."

Vita looked to be completely serious while saying that.

[] - In fact, it seemed as if the weapon just spoke, confirming what Vita had said. Vita clearly hadn't said the word, for the voice was metallic, and male.

Blink. Stare.

"Did I just... uh. Is it, just my imagination, or... did that thing just, um, talk?"

Vita stared back as if he was some weirdo (ignoring that, technically, the weird one in this context was Vita, not Tavros).

"Course he did. Armed Devices do that. Don't you have any where you come from?"

To be fair, both parties here are strange in their own ways.

"No, I'm, uh, pretty sure we don't have... weapons that talk. Not, normal ones anyway. I have, uh, my lance, but it doesn't do anything. Except, um, be a lance, I mean."

He's pretty obviously not holding a weapon of any sort.

He had a lance, huh. Vita guessed that meant that his wheelchair didn't obstruct him as much as it had Hayate.

"Must be lonely to fight like that." Vita wondered out loud, being quite used to have a partner in form of her weapon alongside her in dangerous fights.

"So, you're a fighter of some sort, too?"

Tavros shrugs. By nature, his kind are independent at least to some degree. Especially the kids. At her question, he smiles.

"Well, um, I guess I am. Trolls have to, uh, have to be or they get... culled. An-and it's not so bad. When-- if I get back, um, I'm thinking of joining the Cavalreapers."

"Cavalreapers, huh. Never heard of them, but you probably didn't hear of the group of Knights I belong to, so that only makes sense."

She took what he said at face value, not really noticing that he PROBABLY meant something slightly different than she did.

"Let's hope we manage to kick those Ohm around hard quickly, then, so we can go back!"

~~If that really would work out, that is...~~

Tavros shakes his head and smiles. No, he hasn't heard of her specific squad of knights, but he knows a melee class when he sees one. And with a hammer like that, he guesses she must be stronger than she looks.

"Yeah," he replies, "They look, pretty bad, but we have a lot of strong people, it looks like. And, and more showing up, uh all the time. So I'd rather, um, think everybody's worlds and friends are okay."

"They better be." Vita growled. "Can't have stupid bug armadas ruin entire worlds while I was asleep in a friggin slime pod!"

Ooh. Awkward. Tavros wisely decides against angering this energetic girl by bringing up the fact that she could have been describing Alternians just now.

"Ye... yeah. Or, at least, maybe there's some way to, uh, bring it all back?"

"So I heard, there better be some way, or I'll get really angry at Stace!"

Well, Vita hadn't meant it in a particularly insulting way. Not insulting at him, that is. And from the sound of it, her 'getting angry' probably was rather physical.

Sounds like the troll way of handling things. Either way, Tavros isn't offended. Maybe a little intimidated, though. Okay, a lot intimidated.

"Probably the, um, best thing to do now, is... is train, so we'll be ready, in case there's a fight, and maybe, uh, hope for the best, in the meantime."

Vita had to agree with that, and nodded. Training was always good, as long as one didn't overdo it like a certain Mage she knew, who kept pushing herself too far.

"You're right with that. Enough training and base ability, and there's no need to hope, you just fight and win!"

Tavros nods along as she speaks. Her enthusiasm is infectious, even if he's a bit battle-shy himself.

"You're right! Those, uhh, ohm won't even see it coming, basically!"

"Exactly. They have it coming, if you ask me. Stupid idiots making my friends worry."

That did rise a question. "How do you fight, by the way? With the lance, right?"

Tavros smiles a little at her words and nods when she asks the question. "You know, like, uhh, jousting, right? I used to ride, hoofbeasts and stuff, and practice on them. Before and after the accident, but mostly, uh, before."

Indicates his wheelchair.

"But now I guess I'll use this, since, I'm on it already and, uh, I didn't bring any animals with me. It's pretty good, um, once I get some speed going."

Vita nodded. She didn't really seem to consider that particularly odd, in fact.

"Sounds sensible to me. Let's hope you get a good shot at some Ohm when it's needed!"

Of course, she didn't really know the details, so she might be wrong. In her imagination, his wheelchair probably had a motor or magical enhancements for speed and balance. It surely was different from wheelchair Hayate had been forced to use due to the curse, either way.

Nope, standard issue wheelchair. He's had to practice like hell to keep from falling out of the stupid thing on impact. He still does sometimes.

Yeah, he misses having animal companions.

"Yeah, uh, you too. And, um, good luck finding your, friend, or whoever."

"Thanks!" She said, not bothering to correct him on the technicalities. "And good luck with your training."

She meant that, too. She really was the last person who'd intentionally mock someone in a wheelchair for it.

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