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Miri snaps her head up at the exclaimation and quickly finds the source of the voice. A giggle escapes her lips, and her cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of blue. "Pardon? What do you mean, 'firewall'? I don't think you mean a wall made of actual fire..." She watches the blue haired woman tap on the counter for a moment, cants her head, then speaks up again. "Why don't you scoot closer, hm? I'm sure the others wouldn't mind." She lowers her voice a few notches and adds, "Just do try and be a little quieter when...voicing things like that, hm?"

The blue creature certainly didn't seem like she belonged. She had no traces of technology on her at all, and wore a silver, midriff-bearing robe akin to some kind of fantasy magic-user. That would explain her lack of understanding of what a firewall was, but not how she actually got here...

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Miri pauses to stare at the newcomer, eyes taking in the strange shape of the man. "A...bot? As in, a robot? My, that's--You're certainly more sophisticated than the gnomish robots I've seen. Miri, Priestess of the Blessed Moment." She bows her head to the robot, then turns her attention to the non-metallic man. "I could show you, if you'd like. Oh, though, ah, there was that whole--What did you call it? Where our bodies are...actually elsewhere? I'm not so sure if I could heal, if this...isn't my body." The draenei looks down at herself (or rather, the bust obscuring her view) and briefly prods at her round stomach, as if confirming if she is, indeed, real.

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"Lmao, fuckin' losers." Olive tosses the paper away and steps off.

Oh boy, a whole troupe of virgins may not be the best for assisting someone with love. Olive wasn't about to divulge too much information about herself, so she simply slumped her shoulders and lowered her head. "I..guess...I mean, I just chose it because it's safer. I-I don't know what I could do against an ogre. I don't want to fight." She pauses for a moment, staring down at her feet, before slowly lifting her head up and uttering quietly, "I could...s-summon barriers and stuff, I guess...I mean, I can try."

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Miri blinked again. "Where I am from, doctors heal people with more...eh, physical means. Cutting the body open, moving bones into place, or stitching things closed. A bit barbaric, but...it works. Usually. I'm no doctor. I'm a priestess. I use the Holy Light to heal others. Magic." A brief pause fills the air between them, then, "Perhaps...you do not know the Light here? Ah, well..." She looks down at the offered hand and places hers on his. "Seems...normal enough to me. What do you mean, we're nowhere near one another? Unless you mean..." She glances around for a moment, almost suspiciously, then, "If we're plugged into some strange machine that messes with our...ah, how we feel things, do you mean this is some sort of...er, hallucination?" Clearly, the blue woman wasn't from a particularly advanced society...which just raised further questions as to how she got here.

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@AllHollowsEve I don't mind if Killbox doesn't. c:

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Miri blinked rapidly as the man just added a hefty price to his tab, then stared at him blankly as he asked her to punch him. Things were definitely strange here. "What? I'm not going to punch you. I'm a healer, for Light's sake." A giggle escaped her lips at the last few words, then, "I still have no idea what you mean by 'virtual'. Or 'central nervous system'. By 'machine', though, you're talking about those...strange gnomish things with all the whirring lights and gizmos, right?" She twirls a blue finger in the air to simulate a whirring light. Or maybe that's supposed to simulate a gizmo? "Oh, wait, you guys may not have gnomes here. Mmm...short folk, four fingers, big heads, extremely clever?"

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Olive looks over to Aear, the "bounty" letter (if it could be considered such) still clutched in her hands. "Well...i-it's safer than dealing with ogres. I just figured it's...you know, safe." She lowered her head sheepishly, somehow making herself look short, despite her gangly height. "I was an author in my...uh, p-previous life. I'm not prepared to kill something, even if it's some big, dumb monster thing." She certainly has the eloquence of an author...

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Miri lets out a rather unladylike sputter and held up her hands again.
"Oh, no no no no, I didn't mean it like that! Mercenary work doesn't have to be all banditry and highway robbery, of course! I was more thinking, you know...ah, guarding travelling merchants, or clearing out a kobold camp. The way I see it, the word 'mercenary' is...inherently neutral. It's the contracts you take that detemine whether or not you' an assassin or a knight-errant, hm?" The draenei looked over to the bartender as he approached. "Red wine, please. Whatever's cheapest. I'd rather not take advantage of a new friends' generosity, after all..." She shifts back to face Jason, arms folded on the table. "And, ah...what do you mean by...'virutal'? Some magical construct, or...?" She cants her head curiously.

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@KillBox Ack, sorry, missed the detail about it being concealed. >.<

EDIT: I'll just chalk it up to experience. Miri's just over 360 years old, and has seen Garrosh's invasion of Pandaria, the unleashing of the sha, Arthas' undead army, the genocide of her people, and, like, a bajillion demonic invasions.

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Olive slinked up to the bulliten board behind the others and squinted at a small flier off on the side. After taking a moment to skim over the page, she held out a hand...and gently levitated the paper into her outstretched arm. The look of surprise on her face said plenty. "W-Woah, okay, um..." She dropped her gaze back down to the paper, something about a love letter, then turned around and called out. "Hey, uh, group three, I've got an easy one!"