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Sorina pulls the MiniShark back out and unloads two clips into the Gashadokuro's Core, dealing 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2] 6 +20% damage when using firearms, twice. She takes another bite of the regenerated Mom's toenail and deals another 1d4 + 12 damage with the giant foot to the Core.

Sorina sets the Minishark down for a moment, leaning it against her leg, and reaches into her bag again to pull out an even larger gun, a grenade launcher that initially looks wrong when compared to its surroundings. Taking aim, Sorina fires the MIRV MIRV with the intent to clean up the remaining green imps. A small hourglass at Sorina's waist glows slightly and grains of sand begin to fall upwards in anticipation. Sharp shards of ice chaotically swirl around her as more foes fall. A few melt away into harmless drops, but more take their place The disturbing toenail begins to reform, somehow looking even more disgusting than it did before. MIRV MIRV deals [12]+[12] + 10% acid damage to each of the green Imps. (Cooldown 2). The first two enemies who hit Sorina this round take [12] damage.

Sorina accidentally zones out for a round, astounded by the extreme impact and power of those who she has found company with. And also the immense power of the giant skeletal creature knocking the entire battlefield down a peg. Coming back to her senses, she adjusts the aim of the MiniShark at the Gashadokuro's center. After letting loose a flurry of bullets, she wordlessly and reluctantly realizes that this is a fight that will not end quickly. The toenail reemerges from her pocket and with one last regretful look at it, she takes a large bite out of the rotting and molding toenail from who-knows-where. A shiver runs down her spine as a large disembodied foot stomps down from the sky to hammer the imp closest to her with fungus-infested toes. Sorina re-aims the MiniShark at the Gashadokuro dealing 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2] 6 +20% damage when using firearms Mom's Toenail deals 1d4 +[Str] 12 to the closest Imp (Cooldown 2)

"Well, I'll be damned. It's a bunch of monkey's uncles! Though I reckon they ain't exactly the sociable types." Sorina reaches a hand back and grabs the butt of a large gun. Sorina hold a long barrel of fleshy blue steel that ends in a maw of teeth. The head of a shark seamlessly blends with the barrel of a minigun whose sole purpose in this moment is to spray a ray of death towards one of the green imps. A quick expression of disgust flashes across her face as she pulls out a golf ball sized, only slightly rotted toenail. After a brief deliberation with herself, she re-pockets it. Maybe whatever these creatures are happen to be particularly proficient at dying. Sorina pulls out the MiniShark, preloaded with Silver Bullets and deals 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2]6+10% gun damage increase towards a Green Imp.

Sorina takes a moment and examines the group for a moment. Despite the exotic group of individuals surrounding her, it looks like almost all of them are female. "Well, not to assume anything, but it does appear to me that the lot of us pass those qualifications. We might could organize an undercover operation if he lets certain women inside. You..." she looks at the one male in the group, "well you could stand outside and keep watch. Or, if we can find some nice dresses and makeup... Have you ever heard of Drag?" Or he could be our pimp, but I don't recon anyone here would be comfortable with such phrasing. He looks like he could manage it though. She looks up at the intimidating females in the group. This lot would make a terrifying harem. And not in the fun way. "Hmm. And some of you look a bit too... murderous and independent. We'd want to tone that down a smidge if we tried to sneak in." It would certainly be an experience, but Sorina ain't been in a situation like that in many years, so she's ultimately unsure about the idea.

Sorina's eyes widen as she realizes her mistake. First impressions are the most important thing on new worlds. "Oh dearie me, how could I forget my manners. The name's Sorina. Sorina Dari. Pleasure to meet ya. Might I ask, where exactly are we? We ain't exactly locals." She looks back towards the group, unsure of how much information they are willing to reveal to a native. Although they seemed pretty forthright with her, so announcing their alien nature to everyone they meet might be customary. Either way, she takes a metaphorical step away from the conversation.

Sorina immediately takes in the man's humble appearance and labels him as one of the natives. "Yes-sir-e, we're a bit lost in the cornfield. It'd be dandy if ya could give us some directions, or maybe something for trade. I'm a bit of a trader of goods, myself." She reaches back to her bag and starts to shuffle through her items. "If you like sweets, I've got some everlasting gobstoppers. Where I'm from, they were only a story-book sweet, but when I went wandering, I found a place that used a reality warping magic to create infinite sugar. It's a bit broken though, so it only lasts for half of infinity. Got it at a discount." She gives a hearty laugh for a moment, reminded of the man who believed her faulty assessment of the batch of candy. At the time, she was excited that her ruse had worked, but after leaving the world, she began to think that no one was truly fooled in that factory but herself. She shakes herself out of the memory. "I've got a few other things lying about, but I haven't checked inventory since my last pit-stop. I do, however, take requests. What do you have for sale or trade?" She takes a few eager steps closer to Tanabe and barely restrains herself from rummaging through his pack herself. Her hungry eyes seek out the treasures and trinkets of this world to add to her collection.

Sorina examines Lexiel and gives a nod of approval. "I'm surprised you've ever heard of it. I'll be guessin' that y'all're a bit more well-traveled than the average void-farer. Well, Kaladesh certainly ain't a place for extended stays, but it ain't bad for a visit to scrounge up some scraps. And if I can manage to get my hands on an artifact of any decent power while I'm there, I consider the trip a success." The others are likely just as experienced and might even help Sorina with her void travels. Sorina reaches a hand towards one of the side pockets of her pack and pulls out a small glass case, containing a gelatinous blue star with green accents. This particular mode of transportation has gotten her into more than a few kerfuffles. A shiver runs down her spine as she puts it back and looks at the group. "Mot, Goddess uh... Meet-sue-guy-row, everyone else. It's lovely to meet ya, and while Miss Hotcakes over there gave a very nice description of how y'all're here, might I ask how it is that you usually make your way about the 'verse?"

"Oh, Goodness, No! I'm sorry, I've gotten quite comfy talkin' to people who either know where I've been or talkin' to those who are best off not knowing about other, far stranger worlds. I'm speakin' of the angels of Kaladesh. They're mechanical beings. Made to perfection, or at least that's what their creators think. They are actually right loonies. I deal in matters of mechanics and magical items, not necromancy or fleshy bits. Undead things with no sense of self or emotion? They give me the heebie-jeebies. You see, I've traveled around for some time now and I sometimes forget how things sound to the unexperienced, so I do rightly apologize." Sorina looks a little worried about being annihilated on the spot, but her voice is calm. She's been in situations like this before and learned how to properly deal with it. "Rest assured, I have no intention of harmin' anyone who don't deserve it."

"Well, ain't those some helpful tricks right there. Being able to float around like that takes a little more effort on my part. It's been quite a bit since I've seen an angel. They weren't very friendly though. And I couldn't break them down for parts without being eviscerated. Almost got me killed just for lookin'. " This newcomer does remind Sorina a bit too much of the mechanical angels, but Lexiel looks alive and doesn't act anything like the so-called 'perfect' angels created by mad scientists. Besides, on new worlds Sorina would rather not judge anything or anyone based on past experiences or other worlds, even world-hoppers like herself. Except zombies. Zombies on one world are just as unpleasant as zombies on another. The thought sends a chill down her spine. At least no one in sight looks like a zombie. "Oh, muffins! Where are my manners? It's a fine pleasure to meet ya, Lexiel. I'm Sorina, traveler of worlds and finder of knick-knacks." She takes a quick bow and some of her auburn hair falls out of her bun. Hastily redoing it, she looks around again to assess the area. It reminds her a bit of old Hyrule, but is also entirely its own. The large bell draws her attention the most, and her empty hands itch to rummage around in her bag for some rubbing paper or a sketchpad. But that would be rude. Besides, there are more important matters for the moment. "It's nice to know that people randomly falling from the sky is likely not a common occurrence then. I'm afraid I know about as much about this place as I can see from here. It seems we're at a sort of crossroads. Though, I'd bet my left spoon that ol' bell up there is somethin' important."

Sorina carefully scoots out from underneath everyone else, trying not to disturb the pile too much. She stands and brushes the dust off her void-worn clothes and adjusts the large sack on her back, jingling with every motion. "Oh, dearies. I'm as shameful as a chameleon on a rosebud. I didn't mean to be in the way, here. Lemme help y'all up and maybe you lovely fellas could help me out. I must admit I'm a bit lost." She reaches out a hand to the pile of strangers with a smile. Her eyes dart quickly between the strange people and the strange surroundings. It only takes a moment for her to recognize that they are very different kinds of strange. Sorina peers at the newcomers, curious as to whether they are natives or also interlopers on this world.

Alyssa perks up at Satomi's plan. She pulls out a bottle of swirling white and blue. "I might be able to make your job one hell of a lot easier. Today I have made multiple attempts at mass producing a particular paint that will fireproof the buildings. This would certainly be easier than rebuilding the entire town if fire gets within the walls. I can also lend my brush to trap-making if need be."

Alyssa goes from excited to annoyed. Alyssa goes from annoyed to 'fuck you, world'. After many, many wasted hours at the Dye Trader's house, Alyssa was getting frustrated at the lack of progress. One vat of literal ice and numerous vats of inert white and blue dye and one small bottle of something that might work was all that was achieved. The only positive result of the failed experiments was when Alyssa decided that the giant bowl of ice would be put to some kind of use. This is why she was near the village center when the meeting was called, just finishing up an ice sculpture of a giant middle finger. Putting down her makeshift hammer and chisel, Alyssa stomps her way over to the rest of the group, paintbrush at the ready. Standing in front of the new member, sarcasm laces her voice as she puts on a mocking tone. "Hi, I'm new here and I'm absolutely filthy and hardly wearing any clothes at all! I would be drop-dead gorgeous if I ever knew what soap and water looked like, but instead I get to look like something that went all the way through a Human Centipede!" Alyssa looks at the new addition to the group from multiple angles and stomps to the nearest wall with her paintbrush as she continues to mock the poorly dressed newbie. "The universe that I'm from is absolutely covered in dirt and we have annual competitions of who has collected the most grime and goop over their lifetime. I never won because I'm just too young and pretty, but that didn't stop me from trying!" Having forgotten to change colors, the new dress that Alyssa just crafted is a swirling white and light blue with no determinable pattern. The long dress is pleated in such a way that the bottom will flare out when twirling, but the top of the dress still clings to the wearer's frame, leaving little to the imagination. Small symbols line the bottom of the dress in red, but then blur to become a stream of red that falls upwards, towards the neckline and stops. As Alyssa reaches into the wall to grab the finished product, a practiced observer would notice that the lines are shaky and brash while the red is not a uniform color as the shade is slightly off. (The dress has no magical properties) Having vented a little, Alyssa walks back over to the group and places the garment in the new kid's arms. Alyssa speaks in her normal voice once again. "I am Alyssa. Do not put this dress on until you get all of that dirt off of you and if you need something else to wear, I would be glad to help you out. Now, I am going to go cool off." Alyssa takes a seat on the ground next to the ice sculpture to 'cool off' and listens to the conversation.

Alyssa looks at Hiram with a concerned expression. Nervously tapping her paintbrush against her chin for a moment, she begins to flip through colors as she speaks. "I will certainly give it a try but magical items tend to be a bit more finicky when it comes to my abilities. The magics either tend to clash with bizarre results or dance in harmony to music without sound. It is up to the roll of the dice as to which outcome I receive." Quickly finding the right color for the glass bottle, the lid, and the paint itself, the world around Alyssa seems to fade as she focuses on her projects. She spends many detailed minutes painting upon the table, careful to capture the essence of magic and the shifting, glimmering colors of Twilight. With a final flourish, the painter sheathes her paintbrush behind her ear and reaches into the table to grab the finished dye bottles. "Well, it seems to have gone swimmingly. If they do not quite work as intended, I apologize in advance, but I look into taking another stroke at it." Alyssa takes a step forward and straightens her form in an official manner. "Now, I must admit, I did not come here just to make a new friend. I have a favor to ask and you just might be the person to help me. I am looking into creating a paint that would be resistant to fire and some damage in order to literally paint the town. Does that seem like a challenge worth partaking in?" The sparkle in her eyes makes it seem like there are more ideas lurking if this one does not have the ideal outcome.