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[Caim has spent over a month contemplating exactly how to address the network or even if he should. Part of him thinks subtlety is the right pathway to take. Another part of him is convinced that he doesn't care. What does he have to hide, really? Who can really stop him?

The best thing about text is that no one can detect the uncertainty in his words or in how he phrases them. But maybe his texting is a little too perfect. In a world of shorthand and acronyms, written habits remain habits and do not die easily.]

This land is full of madness, I see. Its beasts prowling as the moons transform.

[It's a wonder the streets don't fill with blood during the cycles, considering he's of the opinion a Moonblessed beast is hardly any different from a feral one in the wild. He has yet to experience his own changes, though he doesn't feel a particular investment for or against that concept.]

I must know if there is a smithy in Lunatia.

[Obviously to defend himself against said 'beasties.' (Untrue.) He'll get a sword in one way or another. Even if he has to have someone custom make him one. Although it's probably wisest not to let Caim have a sword.]

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Of course. To that end, it would be difficult to argue. A battle is a battle, regardless of who it is fought against. I was attempting to establish if you were a soldier like some I know, or something else. It appears you are the latter.

[And Caim is neither impressed nor disappointed by the discovery. It seems all he was interested in doing was gauging his company in Lunatia. Most likely scouting for those who might be untrustworthy.]

[Well, compared to some of the others from his world, Ren is pretty damn trustworthy.

But then, that's not a high bar when people like Mercury Black and Raven Branwen are running around...]

I see.

I suppose Huntsmen, even those of us currently, would fall under 'something else' since there is a legitimate military in Remnant.

I suspected as much. Not a soldier, but not incapable. My initial arrival suspected there were more fools than there may actually be.

[Why yes, that's his way of actually saying something nice.]

I did not anticipate meeting many with similar skills. If you are a hunter, you use... a bow? A pike, perhaps.

[Eesh...]

Pistols, actually.

[Attached: Stormflower.jpg.]

We use a type of energy-based propellant called Dust.

[Caim can't be anymore blank than he already is. Everything. All of that, is just one foreign language. Although he can connect that pistol is a kind of gun, which he still isn't familiar with. Let's be real however—those, right there? Those aren't what Caim thinks of when he thinks of pistols.]

An energy-based propellant. ...Magic?

[Probably not. Maybe it's more like Angela's 'science,' but who really knows. Coming from a world of supernatural horrors, anything outside of that just seems bizarre. Oddly enough.]

No. Magic is... extremely limited in Remnant.

[As in he knows all of two people who can actively use it currently.]

Dust has been scientifically studied. It just happens to be a naturally occurring element.

[There it is. Science, a concept still very unfamiliar to Caim.]

A natural resource then. [He doesn't know how to parse that either.] Do you have others from your world here who are like you?

[It's totally not like he plans on trying to figure out more about this Remnant. Definitely not.]

[Suspicious...]

Yes. Many.

[He'll give an honest answer, but only because he trusts that his friends can handle themselves should anything go south.]

[Truth be told, Caim is extremely surprised that he's willing to be so straight forward. He suspects he's evidently not enough of a threat to keep that under wraps. Or maybe Caim would just figure it out in time. How many places can be called 'Remnant,' after all?]

I see. You all hunters, or just you? I am finding myself curious about the natural resource you mentioned, but it seems you may not know the science behind it.

[Because he is absolutely convinced that it's magic. If only because magic certainly seems to be a naturally occurring resource in Midgard. Even if it's not, he still wants to know more. And for once, it's not so he can go on a bloody rampage and use it to his advantage.]

[Not many, which is something else Ren took into consideration before answering.]

As of right now, we have two certified Huntsmen who were also teachers, three who are unaffiliated, one Atlas Military soldier, and the rest of us are students who were last on an extended mission.

[Not entirely the truth. Beacon was destroyed and Sun was actually back at Vacuo Academy, but the rest of them were traveling with the Relic of Knowledge.

Maybe they'll get extra credit for saving the world...]

You would be better off talking to Weiss Schnee then. Her family's company has the largest distribution network of Dust.

[...That... is a lot of people from one world. And just hearing that has Caim's head spinning. He has no idea if that's 'normal' for Lunatia, but he's willing to suspect that it isn't. Something is afoot.]

That is a good number of people from the same world. I have not come into that observation before. I would be suspect, were I you over the state of where you come from.

[Who knows. Maybe he no longer has a home. It would explain why so many from his are here. There's no way that can be coincidental.]

Regardless, I shall see it done—this contact with Lady Weiss Schnee.

[That's right. Lady. Because Midgard remains archaic in the eyes of contemporary Lunatia.]

[Last he checked Remnant was still very much intact despite Salem's best efforts to ensure that it wouldn't stay that way. Still, if there's even a sliver of a chance there's a home to fight for, Ren will continue to do so.

That said, it does tie in to the "extended mission" he was on, and he'd rather avoid that conversation entirely.

And oh, Weiss is either going to hate or love that, and Ren honestly can't tell which reaction is going to be more amusing.]

Don't be surprised if she's... prickly. I'm sure she'll answer your questions regardless.

Prickly.

[Not unlike him, then. Somehow Caim is unfazed. It may very well be like exchanging words with himself.]

Your input has been practical. I will be certain to watch myself around her. [Which is... as close to thanking him as Caim can get, because gratitude is just not something he knows how to show.]

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