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[Macha]

A small, slight woman in an Eastern-looking red tunic stands in the shade of a tree, her back to the next poster. Her hair is dead-white, teased into a messy bun at the back of her head.

Approach y/n?

[Zetta/Alexander]

((Woah, Alexander has white hair and a red shirt, but he has a black jacket on.))

Alexander stares at the newcomer from the branches of a nearby tree. He jumps down, walks towards her, and asks, "I see you're new here. Need a guide of sorts around?"

[Macha]

"A guide? No, no thank you; I can manage fairly well on my own," she says, a hint of a laugh in her voice. She turns, more for Alexander's benefit than for her own--her eyes wander, never focusing on Alexander's face; close examination would reveal faint scars across her eyelids. "A bit of information couldn't go wrong, though. D'you know what they call this world?"

((Uncanny! *strikes dramatic pose*))

[Zetta/Alexander]

"The residents call it the Bitlands. A rather strange place. Think of it as a crossroads of the dimensions. Anything and everything can, and in some point will, exist here," he said, taking notes on her features.

[Macha]

"Crossroads, y' say? Sounds like my sort of place." She smiles. "I don't think I quite caught your name?"

[Zetta/Alexander]

"The name's Alexander. And yours?"

[Macha]

"They call me Chitose. It'll serve."

"...If you don't mind me asking, is there an inn or some such nearby?"

[Zetta/Alexander]

"Sorry, can't really help you there. Maybe there's one in Bitlands City, but I honestly don't know."

[Macha]

"...would you happen to know the way?"

She shifts her bag on her shoulder, fumbling for something inside. "Er, as a matter of fact, I might be needing the services of a guide. You'll be paid, of course," she adds hastily.

[Zetta/Alexander]

"Uh...fine. I'm not really doing anything today, so it's nothing on my schedule."

[Macha]

"Then thank you." She smiles, still not meeting his eyes. "Lead the way--I can hear you; I'll keep up."