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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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I meant that they have those traits by no fault of their own.

[He has never been more tempted to sic Blake on someone, but unfortunately that would probably just give his racism more ground to stand on.]

I would think that would be the exact reason WHY you should speak to them. You assume to know these people based on a tail, or ears, or scales when you don't know the first thing about them.

I was making an observation. I hardly care what these people are truly like.

[And maybe that's it at the end of the day. Whether they're truly beasts or not doesn't change how Caim perceives people. But then, he never could claim to be a friendly man.

...Perhaps once upon a time. And whether he is or not, Caim is the king of poor first impressions.]

[Clearly...]

Then that's your own problem.

You're going to be very lonely and miserable here.

[Ren is hardly the touchy-feely sort and getting used to Prisma's culture has been a rocky road at best, but even he has managed to get over some of his own issues for the sake of friendship and comfort.

The same, he thinks, can't be said for this guy.]

It is really a shame you feel that way. Some of the best people I know are Fanus, yet you're willing to dismiss us all, even the ones born like that, because you view them as "beastly" without knowing a single thing about them or their actual personalities.

[An astute observation on Ren's part, and not an inaccurate one either.]

It does not matter to me who is and who is not beastly. I have known my fair share of beasts. I have no reservations for or against them. None of that is my concern. I believe you are looking for something in my observation that fails to be there.

A justification for it, for starters.

Especially if your attempts at looking for a weapon crafter has anything to do with the beginning of your post.

The smithy is for unrelated reasons. Again, the observation was observation only. If I wanted to slay beasts, I would do so. I have no shortage of experience with it. Believe me, or do not. It hardly matters, as it seems you did not have any information about said crafter.

I made my own weapons.

I still maintain that you're sorely misinformed about the Prismals and others, but I suppose that's where I'll have to leave it.

Then you are a smith.

[WHY COULDN'T YOU SAY THAT FROM THE GET-GO, BUDDY. Caim doesn't even bother to address the rest of that because he just. Doesn't. Care.]

[He's a little more concerned about his Fanus friends being targets of Caim's misplaced racism!!!]

Not by title, no. I was a Huntsman-in-training. Many craft their own weapons before being accepted into the academies.

[Fortunately for him, Caim's interest moves entirely off of beasts and their assorted accompanying subjects when it comes down to weaponry. It's obvious to tell where his true fondness lies, if one can call Caim fond of anything. Other than bloodletting.]

A Huntsman. A man of the land, then. [Or so Caim surmises. It's a respectable profession.] What are these academies you speak of.

[Please don't ever meet Blake.

Or do and enjoy getting stabbed with Gambol Shroud.]

In a manner of speaking.

Battle academies. Schools that prepare students for their certification as Huntsmen.

[wao rood]

Battle academies.

[Caim pauses because while he's not known for his tact, he understands that part of survival is sometimes having to have a little. Of course, this would be easier if he had someone to speak up for him. Caim is not as great with people as he once was, honestly.]

Is the world you come from riddled with war?

No. In fact the last war we had was over forty years ago, well before I was born.

Huntsmen are trained specifically for dealing with the creatures of Grimm, soulless beings who are attracted to negative emotions and destroy unwary humans and settlements.

Then you are not trained for combat for war, but rather for culling of beasts. Or what appear to be beasts by the way you speak of them.

[How much does he say here? It's not like this person will ever be in Remnant, but the earlier talk still makes Ren wary and uncertain about divulging too much...]

Grimm are beasts. There is nothing else to call them.

We were initially trained for that, yes, but a much bigger issue presented itself recently that we've been dealing with.

Regardless I fail to see how it matters. A battle is still a battle, and can be won or lost based on skill and ability.

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.

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