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In a flare of purplish light and a brief warping of spacetime, someone appears in the Nexus.

He is not the usual sort of someone, if there is a usual sort of someone here. He stands fairly short, proudly sporting catlike ears and tail, dressed in what can only be described as a very poofy shirt and a pair of rather thick woolen tights. He also looks terribly cranky, and he's clutching what looks like some sort of mechanical, wind-up doll, which appears to be missing a good chunk of its back and the majority of its internal components.

He also appears to be very quickly realizing that this is not, in fact, where he meant to end up.

"What--" A wild look around brings his eyes to the Sign, and he spits what sounds very like a curse, staggering back and shading his eyes. What a monstrosity. "Thal's balls, what is that - no, on second thought, I don't want to know." Not that he thinks anyone would tell him, but he feels better for having said it, cautiously inching closer and peering at the colorful mess.

He soon looks away, though. Up, in fact. It's as if he is hearing an unseen voice. "A...question? What in the name of the Twelve...?"

...Well, he does have a question, but he's not quite sure he really wants to ask it of anyone.

He does anyway.

"...Can anyone fix this?" Holding up the poor abused doll, which loses a few gears as it's lifted and makes him curse again.

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"Ooh. You have many such... minions?" The word sounds funny with her accent, 'mih-nee-ons'. But she's fascinated by the airship.

The airship is far more polite than its owner, and if she'd like to prod at it a bit, it isn't likely to complain.

"A few," he shrugs, though it is a careful shrug indeed as the broken minion is still threatening to shed gears and springs and various metallic bits and bobs all over the place. "They're kind of useless, but they keep me company."

She'd like to take it home and give it to her dog.

"How could such a marvelous thing be useless?"

That, alas, she cannot do.

"Well, I mean--" he looks as if he'd like to gesture, but refrains. "They don't fight. They're just there for looks. Not that this is a bad thing..."

"Fight, fight, fight. Why do so many people occupy themselves with fighting?" It's so tedious to her.

"Why not?"

Alright, that was a flip answer and he knows it. "It gives me a reason to feel useful," he admits quietly, looking away, hugging the broken minion to his chest a bit unconsciously. "...And a reason to feel alive, anymore."

Not that he entirely meant to admit the last bit.

The girl is not without sympathy, and gives his arm a little comforting pat before holding a candy bar out where he might see it. "There are many reasons to feel alive, if one is brave enough to seek them. Friends make them easier to find. And you shall find them, if you want."

He does indeed see the candy bar, and eyes it curiously. It appears to be a strange sort of food, and while he's suspicious...he's also hungry.

That spell that brought him in here takes a fair bit of energy, after all.

He half-reaches for the candy, gives her a sort of 'this is really for me?' look, nervous but not really leery at least. "...My reason left."

She nods encouragingly, and waggles the candy bar a bit to entice him.

"Why did it do that?"

Well in that case, he'll take the bar, and assuming it's wrapped, spend a bit fumbling with the strange wrapping. Wat even do. Oh, he thinks he's got it.

"...For me." And that's really more than he meant to say, so he'll just have a bite of that candy.

It's dark chocolate with almonds and a stripe of peanut butter.

"Ah, a tragic romance? I'm sorry."

He has never had anything quite like this, but he is enjoying it.

"Wh...? No. It's nothing like that. He was my ally."

Chocolate makes all manner of thing better, doesn't it?

"Oh, is that what he was?" She doesn't quite sound like she believes him. "What were you allies for, before he left, that he took with him?"

"He did it so I could escape." His tone might sound a little tighter and more angry if he wasn't enjoying the chocolate. "...I know why it had to happen. I get it. Doesn't mean I can't miss him."

"Nobody said you shouldn't miss him," she points out. "Why not go find him?"

"..."

He doesn't say anything to that, just looks...sad. Very sad.

Bandette waits for a moment, then gives a little shrug. "Well, good luck with the doll."

And she's off to adventure and awesomeness!

"...Yeah...thanks." It's barely audible, but maybe she'll hear it anyway?

Now he'll just breathe for a moment and regain his composure, then plunk his tailed behind onto a Convenient Nexus Couch.