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[ She sounds a lot like Vash, save for the part where she wants to meet "warriors." Knives is on a holy mission of sorts, so in that sense he does count as one. He's in the Warriors guild as well. ]

I am, yes.

What has you so interested in meeting warriors?

I'm one too! And I want to meet other warriors so I can learn from them and get strong enough to protect my friends while we're adventuring!

[ she is just like this. ]

My power is not one that could be taught to another. Not one such as you, in any case.

[ He has no interest in teaching his ways to someone who wants to go adventure with their friends. It sounds far too similar to Vash for comfort, yet again. ]

What makes you say that? Have you tried teaching others before?

[ This isn't even... Juniper thinking she would be able to pick it up. It's just an earnest curiosity, but of course that might be hard to tell over this mode of conversation... ]

And what do you mean such as me? How do you know? We haven't met, have we? Unless...

You have heard tell of my exploits!!

[ Her exploits? No. They are from different worlds, after all, or so he assumes. Even if she is from No Man's Land, he would have hardly paid attention to such things. ]

You are human, are you not? Or at least, you are not an independent Plant. Only we can control Gates.

[ You mean he didn't hear about her pole dancing with Pinocchio? She was so sure that she became famous for that by now... They had such an adoring crowd! ]

I'm definitely not a Plant with a capital P, or a plant without a capital P, but I'm definitely not human either, Mister Millions! I'm an elf.

Call me "Knives." Or "Millions Knives."

[ He is not opposed to a bit of formality. ]

An elf. And what is that?

You've never heard of an elf...?

[ what the heck ARE elves, honestly?? She's never had to explain what they are...?? ]

Pointed ears... Usually very good with magic... [ except for her haha rip ] And live for a very long time.

[ Ah, that again. Magic. However, between that and the pointed ears he is fairly certain he's met one before. ]

You are like Declan, then. And when you say a long time, just how long do you mean?

Oh!! You'v met my Uncle Declan! Isn't he wonderful?

Elves lives for hundreds and hundreds of years! Hundreds Years!

You are from the same world, then.

[ That makes sense, given that they are the only two elves he's heard of thus far. ]

I see. Plants are similar. We are much more long-lived than humans.

We are! He's a friend of my family's!

[ and given that Juniper is still fully imagining him looking like some kind of dryad or treat... ]

I bet your kind can live for even thousands of years, huh? Like giant sequoias or aspen!

[ that's it. She's gotta know!! ]

Do you turn different colors in the autumn? Or flower in the spring?

[ Oh. It seems that there has been quite a misunderstanding here. Knives perhaps shouldn't be surprised, especially from someone who strikes him as so immature.

Sentient plants such as what she describes are not a thing. (Are they?) ]

Not that kind of plant.

[ Help, she doesn't know how else to interpret that. What other kinds of plants live for that long?? ]

Oh. I guess I don't know what kind of plant you mean, then!

What if we meet in person!? That would probably explain a lot!

[ In person. Ugh. Knives is hardly in the mood and typing messages seems like a much simpler prospect, but he is somewhat curious to see another elf. ]

Are you online or offline at the moment?

[ Is he ever in the mood- ]

I'm in the Dodo house!

[ so, offline. ]

Would you like to meet in the Banquet Hall or the Training Hall!?

[ Food or fighting? Normally this would be a no-brainer, but he actually has to consume food now. That being said, he doesn't particularly feel like admitting that to a stranger, even one as harmless as this "junebug" seems to be. ]

The Training Hall will suffice.

[ Someday: food and fighting. That's got to be a thing, right? ]

Great! I'll meet you there!

[ True to her word, Juniper can then be found at the Training Hall, tending to her greataxe. It is a weathered but sturdy-looking weapon, woody vines twisted along its haft with splotches of moss; it looks like the sort of weapon one would find withstanding the test of time amidst an ancient battleground... but maybe that's all lost on Knives. Oh well! There's also a ribbon tied to it, which is not from the ancient battleground, but from Juniper.

Unless he makes a quiet, stealthy approach, she'll pick up on his presence, the leporine and very much not elven ears atop her head twitching at the detection. Either way, she's humming a little tune to herself as she's carefully taking a rag to the cheek of the axe head. ]

[ There's little need for Knives to be stealthy as far as he's concerned, and he strides into the training room with broad shoulders straightened and his posture immaculate. Granted, the thick sweatshirt he's wearing and the fact that he's barefoot might take away from the overall look, ruining any innate sense of intimidation that he generally carries with him.

When he spots the young girl with her odd animal-like ears and a sizable axe in hand, he stares for a few moments, simply taking it all in. She said she was an elf, but her ears are nothing like Declan's. ]

... Your name, again?

[ Because while she did sign it at the start of their chat, it's not as if he cared enough to remember it. Now he can put a face to a name, as well as confirm this is the right person. ]

[ It’s not until he speaks up to ask her name that she finally lifts her gaze, eyes wide but bright and full of awe. His footsteps definitely made him sound like a confident, strong kind of person, and all the more so now that he’s right in front of her! ]

Juniper. Juniper Veltris - but everyone calls me Juni.

[ She grips the haft of her greataxe with one hand as she rises to properly greet him. ]

It’s nice to meet you in person, Mister Hundreds Knives!

[ See? At least the name thing goes both ways. ]

[ It remains to be seen if Knives will actually remember her name, but hearing it, he can confirm that this is the same person who messaged him out of the blue because she was curious about his knives.

Yet despite the fact that she had questioned him extensively on whether or not he could summon millions of them, she misremembers his name now. His mouth twitches and his brow furrows as he issues the correction. ]

Millions Knives.

[ He takes a few more steps toward Juniper, eyeing the axe more than he does her. ] And as you can see, I am no tree.

Oh, sorry! Mister Millions Knives. Millions Knives.

[ She repeats it, muttered beneath a breath as if to memorize. (She is attempting to.) And then Juniper's gaze flicks back up to him.

He sure is shaped like a grown-ass man and not at all like a tree! ]

You are most definitely not a tree! Coincidentally, I'm named after a tree, but don't look like one either! Though... Now I'm a little unclear about what a plant person is. You don't look like a dryad, either...

[ Given that she is not elderly (and also is apparently an elf, which means that she most definitely isn't), her apparent difficulty with remembering his name is odd. Knives narrows his eyes, but ultimately he doesn't care to the point that he needs to get to the bottom of it right now. ]

Juniper... I suppose are you, yes. [ Now that he's made that connection, he isn't likely to forget her name. As her confusion only grows after seeing him in the flesh, Knives has to yet again accept that Plants don't exist in most of these other worlds. Which makes sense, given their origin. ] A dryad?

[ He takes a few steps toward her, but he's stalking around like some sort of caged animal rather than approaching in a friendly manner. Dryad — that's not a term he's heard before, and so he decides to pursue it before explaining anything about himself. ]

[ OH? YOU'RE APPROACHING ME?

There is certainly a bit of a menacing aura here... But Juniper simply blinks in the face of it. Of him. Her own aura remaining friendly and curious. ]

A dryad is um... A spirit who's been bound to a tree! They protect forests and stuff, especially the tree they're bound to. And because they're bound to a tree, they kind of look like one, too! That's why I thought... When you said you're a plant, that maybe you would look more like a dryad.

[ HE'S APPROACHING HER.

As Juniper explains, Knives' body language seems to even out as he's distracted by processing all of this information. He's never heard of such a thing. A spirit bound to a tree, meant to protect the forest in which they live. Perhaps if Earth had such things, it wouldn't have fallen to ruin. The land would have been able to fight back against human greed.

He drops his chin into his hand. ] I see. No, there is no such thing where I'm from. My kind is meant to generate resources to enrich and protect the land, so a comparison could be drawn. [ But they're not spirits, and while his sisters must be kept in a tank, it's not the same as being part of a tree.

On the other hand, when Vash's gate opened he had sprouted branches, but he's not going to get into all of that now. ]

Declan gave me some information about elves, though he says that he did not grow up among them. What of you?

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