"Aft-- n-no, I-- "I think we're from different worlds? A lot of the people I've met so far have been. I'm guessing Canada doesn't exist in your world, and, Aftonia doesn't exist in mine. This world is just kinda, a jumble of different universes? So. um." He trailed off uncertainly, unsure if she would understand or believe him.

"Oh... Different worlds...." She nods a little bit, in a fashion like a toddler would when they’ve simply accepted a fact. "Yeah, ok... So.... What’s your world like? Do you have toxic forests too? Or giant insects? Are there more amphibians like you, too? Are they here?" "Also you seem calmer now with the mask. Does being hurt make you get angry?"

She didn’t seem to get it, but accepted it anyway. Static barely withheld asigh of relief. He wasn’t sure he had the strength to explain multiverse theory today. “Well, um. Yeah, we got some of that. But you mentioned like. Old buildings and machines and stuff? I have a feeling th-at—“ he turned away to cough, sparks of glitchiness shuddering through him. “sorry, um. I have a feeling my world is kinda like that stuff? But not like. Old. It’s all still alive and functioning, and people just live their lives in cities and stuff instead of the wilderness. And yeah, there’s, um. There’s giant bugs and stuff, but they’re mostly chill.” He carefully skirted around the amphibian part specifically. “And, um...” he looked away. “Yeah. Something like that.”

"Don't apologize for coughing. This environment is rough on you!" Lucienne chirps to Static after he coughs. Whyever would he think it's rude? [i]"..I have a feeling my world is kinda like that stuff? But not like. Old. It’s all still alive and functioning, and people just live their lives in cities and stuff instead of the wilderness."[/i] She stops talking for a moment. Did he think Mirins normally live in this environment cause she's traversing it so well? Or did he know that she had been living on her own for so long? "Um, Mirins don't usually live out on their own in the wilderness. No one lives here, for sure. They'd die pretty quick. I-I just know the place so well, because I have the time to explore it a lot. Living alone like I do is not super common..." She trails off, before clearing her throat. He had dodged talking about amphibians!... Is there a reason? "Is there a reason you don't wanna answer my question about amphibians?... If there's some scary reason, don't worry. I'm not really scared of much with animals and all. I've seen a lot of stuff in my life." They step through a clearing and come upon something that would probably fit that description of hers. Dangling in vines and old broken branches, what is obviously a fighter plane of some kind hangs above them. 'Birds' sit on it. They look like dragons if dragons tried to be birds who were still in the process of evolving from dinosaurs had been smooshed into one. Their wings aren't feathery, they're leathery, with huge claws on their hands. The plane in question though, is the point of interest. It isn't hard to deduce how it ended up here, considering how the engine and cockpit region is littered with holes from bullets, maybe. At the base of its wings are two imposing looking guns on each side. The lid of the cockpit itself though is only barely there. There's damage from after the plane crashed, probably -- huge claw marks all around the cockpit. It's safe to assume whoever was in that plane is long gone.

Static’s wars folded back when she stopped. Had he said something wrong..? He nodded slowly along as she explained that she lived alone, traversing this dangerous, uninhabited area. It sounded pretty familiar. “It’s alright man, I live alone too. I have a lil cabin up in the mountains, pretty far away from people. Spend all my time exploring the caves in there. No one else goes in there because it’s full of caterpillars— uh, really, really, big caterpillars I mean, they eat rocks and magic and cause a lot of cave ins so it’s too dangerous for most people. The whole mountain could probably fall in on itself any moment.” He glances away again as she pressed for an answer about what he is. “Yeah there, there’s other amphibian people. No one really like me though... I’m a UIC,” he explained. “Uhh... unifentified species.” His ears folded back further as the downed plane came into view. Every new detail he noticed was more concerning. “Uhhhhhh...... war here, I take it?”

[i]“It’s alright man, I live alone too. I have a lil cabin up in the mountains, pretty far away from people. Spend all my time exploring the caves in there. No one else goes in there because it’s full of caterpillars— uh, really, really, big caterpillars I mean, they eat rocks and magic and cause a lot of cave ins so it’s too dangerous for most people. The whole mountain could probably fall in on itself any moment.”[/i] "Aww... Caterpillars? I'd like to see them sometime, even if they do cause cave-ins. I love them, they're always so fat and cute." She wiggles her tail a bit. [i]“Yeah there, there’s other amphibian people. No one really like me though... I’m a UIC... Uhh... unifentified species.”[/i] So many questions about him now! She wants to know more. Maybe it could be why he reacts the way he does to the toxic air and not die, too. Then they find the plane. He seemed worried by it. [i]“Uhhhhhh...... war here, I take it?”[/i] Lucienne nods and carefully moves around it, not wanting to go under it. The metal in the plane creaks and groans from who knows how long it's been under pressure from gravity. "Yeah, as long as I can remember there's always been wars, on and off. I don't know much about it, I don't really get to talk to people much. It's risky, um..." She seems to hastily move on to talk more. "Sometimes when I'm exploring there would be battles happening right above me. I've saved a few pilots and passengers before. Recently I've been seeing transport stuff get attacked though..." They leave the plane behind, which seems to put Luci less on edge. "Um, I don't like to hang around wrecks like that too often though. The gemstones that power the planes can be deadly if they aren't deactivated and explode."

Static shifted uncomfortably as she explained the wars the wars, both from unease at the concept and in response to her own agitation. Her haste to change the subject after mentioning that it’s damgerous for her to be around people was not lost on him, but he decided to let it be. His ears folded back in alarm when she mentioned the possibility of the plane exploding though. He had to admit he was curious about the gemstone, and were he alone he might have explored it, but he didn’t want to risk someone else’s life. Places of traumatic death were best left alone anyway. “Yeah, sounds good, let’s move on.”

Not too long after leaving the no-good scary bad sad scene, carefully wiggling through some very large leaves leads the two face to face with... Something fluffy and indescript. To Lucienne anyways, she instantly peeps and reaches to push what the fluff is away. It is a very large, pastel-colored moth! About the size of a small cow. "Oh! Well, that's different!" She giggles. The moth turns around, fluffy legs puffing up and down as it turns to look. It seems to have a beak instead of a normal moth-mouth, which is quite cute. It opens and closes rapidly, making a popping noise. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to walk into you!" She fearlessly pets the moth, and it in turn gently mlems her glove and arm, as if sniffing it like a dog or cat would. While Lucienne cannot see past the moth, Static can. There is a small herd of these moths, including fairly decent numbers of smaller caterpillar-esc babies, just with slightly longer legs. They're just puffballs. They look so, so soft. To go from a terrible ruin to soft, fluffy moths. Such is the nature of nature.

[i]> ALERT: DIMENSIONAL DIVISION INTEGRITY DROPPING TO 38.29%.[/i] He was well aware of that, thank you. It was kind of the point of this investigation. [i]> ALERT: DIMENSION DIVISION INTEGRITY DROPPING TO 12.95%[/i] "I [i]know,[/i] shut up already." [i]> ALERT: DIMENSION DIVISION-- 'Muted'[/i] Pellam sighed and continued walking. The mission was simple: identify the dimensional flux that appeared on his radar. It was too close to Bruce's for comfort, and with either of their awful luck, it'd be another portal to whatever sort of hell Lilith crawled out of. That's why he had to make sure the flux was resolved as soon as possible. But what he didn't expect was the fact that he couldn't actually identify it's location. Instead, his systems continued to flash alerts about 'dimensional integrity' (whatever that was) and his optics seemed to malfunction. When he neared the flux, Pellam found himself walking through a forest, but as soon as the alerts began to pop up, his vision doubled. For every tree, there was an extra, but they weren't doubles. The second set of trees were clearly a different variety, one that didn't register in his database. Strange, but not unexpected. Pellam made a secondary objective note: Record and categorize all unfamiliar genus and species. His optics cleared up around the same time a small voice could be heard in the distance. [i]> RUN: NEW ENVIRONMENT SURVEY.[/i] Pellam knelt down to the ground and pressed his palm to the earth. Definitely different upon sight. When the program began, a magnetic wave pulsed through the ground and bounced back a huge collection of data, primarily topography, but a few important chemical compounds, powerful magnetic fields, heat maps, you know, that sort of thing. [i]> DETECTED: 372 ORGANIC LIFEFORMS DETECTED.[/i] Sort for sources of intelligence. [i]> CURRENTLY 1 LANGUAGE-ENABLED SOURCE(S) DETECTED.[/i] Pellam clicked his tongue. He didn't need a program to tell him that. Sort for hostile lifeforms? [i]> CURRENTLY 0 HOSTILE LIFEFORMS DETECTED.[/i] Keep that one running, detect any sudden chemical or temperature changes in nearby lifeforms. Pellam rose after the search switched to his background tasks. After that, it wasn't hard to find said intelligent lifeform. He was able to locate what appeared to be a small human-like lifeform cooing over some sort of insect, or insects? It was difficult tell. Just in her vicinity was what read as a reptilian organism. No hostile alerts popped up, so he initiated his usual introductory protocol. "Good evening!" Pellam called out pushed his way through the foliage, and held up a hand in greeting. "I am Agent 3C-043-0029A, Handle: Pellam, of the Intergalactic Detainment Force. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Static, having the higher vantage point, could see large pale shapes over the dense foliage. He opened his mouth to warn whatserface (he'll get a name at some point, maybe) she marched right through the leaves and into the clearing, revealing the creatures he'd seen to be giant moths with beaks. Static's ears folded back. They were cute, yeah, but he knows of another kind of giant moth who might eat your face if you go near and wait wait wait what was she doing-- Static leaned back as she carried him right to the moth, as though trying to distance himself or maybe pull her away. She spoke to it like she would a friendly looking stranger, offering her hand, which the moth licked her arm with its weird not-moth tongue. It took Static a moment to realize these creatures weren't going to become aggressive, and he tried to relax and survey the area. There was a whole... herd? flock? swarm??? of these things, tending to their fluffy caterpillar kids and milling about the clearing. These things would be pretty cute if they weren't big enough to murder him if they decided to. He spots something else amidst the moths. Static made eye contact, startled to see a human(?) out here in, wherever this was. [i]"Good evening! I am Agent 3C-043-0029A, Handle: Pellam, of the Intergalactic Detainment Force. I'd like to ask you a few questions."[/i] The name Pellam sounded really familiar, but Static sunk into a more defensive position and his ears flipped back at the word "detainment". He was a bit confused with himself (preeeeeetty sure he hasn't broken any intergalactic laws), but didn't loosen up.