Qishan

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Qishan (チーシャン, Chīshan) is one of the city-states scattered throughout the Central Desert and an important merchant outpost of the region.

A redheaded woman in flowing robes was moving through the merchant down of Quishan. As she did she was followed rather closely by a short dark haired girl who was dressed in baggy pants and a white and black vest covering her chest. Small black shoes and a golden bangle around her upper arm completed her outfit. And as she walked she spoke. "All this travel to reach an outpost.... I really hope it's worth it." the redhead woman with her smiled. "Of course it is. You are quite impatient... I suppose I understand though. It has been a long time coming right? Any thing I can fill you in on before we get there, I wouldn't want there to be any confusion before you take the dungeon."

Alongside the two wandering women, there was a tan male figure with teal hair down to his shoulder-blades. He was apparently born with the mutation of the eyes, heterochromia, as his left eye was yellow in color, while his right eye appeared purple. What this man wore was nothing more than a pair of baggy white pants, much like those worn by the dark-haired lass in his company, and an orange top which wrapped around his lower torso and left shoulder alone. And yet, the way he carried himself was not like that of a commoner, which he was liable to be seen as in this manner of dress. His demeanor was more regal, as it were. "The seventh dungeon, Amon. What sort of claim should I expect?" was the man's question after the red-haired woman opened up the proverbial floor to any curiosities.

The woman with the regal lad and the black haired lass, heard out the only question apparently offered up. She then took a moment to think about what the Seventh Dungeon would actually be like. After a few seconds she began speaking on this subject, "Amon is an interesting Djinn, he's one of the Heat element so I would expect a decent bit of fire to be around." she mentioned with a flick of her hand which moved a single out of place strand of hair from her face. "He's also a reasonably loyal individual, so you might need your friend here to help you out a bit. Some things could require a helping hand." she finished with a nod. She couldn't think of anything else which was exceedingly pertinent.

"Fair enough. I wouldn't do this without Nasira's help anyway," the man replied. For a large portion of his life, he had the black-haired female alongside him. If she wasn't along for the ride here, he would not feel at all comfortable approaching the seventh dungeon. The fact that she was likely to be necessary only solidified the idea of companionship this man already had toward the lass. "Let's capture ourselves a dungeon."

The black haired girl who was apparently named Nasira smiled when she thought about the friendship the pair of them had. She was officially the person in charge of making sure this young man didn't steer off the path of rightness, but they'd become friends a long time before she'd ever realized that particular goal. Even so, she thought for only a second. She was along for this, because it was on the males list of things to do, and it wasn't in her nature to let him do anything alone. Beyond that, she respected him a great deal, so she could only agree to what he aimed to do here. "Sure, Fudo. Let's do this! " she finished looking to the young man.

The redheaded woman accompanying the pair could only giggle. They were such nice people, this one was definitely the right kind of candidate for King. She couldn't wait to see what he and his household came up with to change the world. This woman was almost giddy at the prospect. "So, then come along, the Dungeon is just over this ridge." she mentioned as they would soon come into sight of the Seventh Dungeon.

Soon enough, the seventh dungeon was within eyesight. It had the appearance of a Persian palace from outside, but it had a strange, glowing gate at its front. Stepping forward ahead of the other two, reaching out to the door to touch it. In this moment, the man called Fudo was absorbed into the dungeon and flung down a corridor of golden light. At the end, Fudo found himself standing in a cave with a floor covered in oily water. The walls of this cave appeared to be covered in naturally-occurring pockets of some sort, and they began to light ablaze layer by layer. "Move!" Fudo said to the others whom he trusted to be inside the dungeon along with him already. Darting forward, he extricated himself from the water just before it began to burn intensely.

The glowing gate was one which Fudo arrived at first and after he entered both Nasira and the yet to be named redhead woman appeared inside as well. Though she seemed less than impressed by it initially she supposed it was something wondrous to those who rarely saw such a thing. Within this place the pockets on the wall began to ooze and once they had Nasira didn't have time to properly speak though she'd started a sentence just before Fudo had proclaimed they should move. "Fudo you..." she started only to immediately take off running and looking back and finding that the redhead was running with the pair of them as well. Once at the other end where the oily water behind them had been set ablaze Nasira looked to find the other woman with them and looking a great deal less winded. Nasira was surprised and took a few seconds to catch her breath. "As I was saying... you shouldn't just barrel in without thinking." she finished and sighed. It would be the redhead who spoke again. "That was pretty good. Amon must be pretty picky... trying to kill people off from the start like that." she mentioned seeming to be rather amused by this situation as if there was no danger involved at all.

As the fires burned behind the trio, Fudo exhaled a deep sigh, finding solace in the fact that all present had come out unscathed from the first trap. Though, Nasira seemed dissatisfied by his sudden entrance to the dungeon. "I did think. The thought I had was that there is no point hesitating. I'll take the front; let's go," he said. True to his word, Fudo took the initiative in moving forward. The next challenge came sooner, rather than later, in the form of Slimes. These were a type of shapeless organisms being birthed from sacks in the walls, only to give themselves form as bear-sized scorpions while approaching the group. "This Amon seems like a fun guy. Obviously he's gotten lonely over the years," Fudo commented as he unveiled a short sword that had previously been kept under wraps at his side. "What do you say we push through these and keep going? They're coming from the walls, so we may very quickly find ourselves out of energy if we stay to fight until they're all gone."

Nasira seemed to shake her head and palm her face. Obviously her friend was taking advantage of this particular situation. A roll of her eyes would follow though she'd move right along rather quickly. "Sure, whatever you say." she chimed before following along behind. All the while the redheaded woman seemed to walk through without so much as a single care in the world. "Aww... you guys are fun to be around." As they progressed the found a room which had walls covered in sacks which produced from them formless creatures. A bit of a smirk came to Nasira's face as she saw the trio of them become surrounded by enemies and Fudo unsheathe his sword. At his words nothing but a laugh came from the girl.

"Well, that sounds like as good a plan as any." she mentioned though she didn't have a weapon in hand to speak of. Instead, she made a movement forward slamming her small body into the nearest of the Slimes and doing a flip which would put her on the other side of it. Such a barrage would continue until the reached the other side of this room where hopefully they would find an out to such a plentiful enemy.

"I knew you'd agree," Fudo said as he dashed into the fray. Each time Nasira hopped over one of the Slimes, Fudo followed suit from the ground, cutting through the creatures with his sword. Though this didn't seem to be accomplishing anything against the Slimes, but it allowed him to progress without taking any unnecessary damage to his person. Eventually, he was at the end of the cave with Nasira, choosing one of many corridors to traverse next. All seemed to converge on one location; a room with a dragon motif and several flaming tornadoes between the travelers and the end of this route. "It's flashy; I'll give it that."

A smirk crossed Nasira's face as she continued on her journey across this room. While she moved she knew that Fudo would be with her without having to look and check his progress. Soon enough she was all the way on the other side of this room pausing when they finished as Fudo would be the one to choose the path they took after. She had no issue following along but the redhead with them seemed content to take another path. And though she hadn't been seen fighting she'd made it through the fray without so much as a smudge on her attire. After a while, she'd find herself aligned with Fudo and Nasira and smile to the pair of them as she emerged from a different path. "Oh, fancy meeting you two here." she mentioned amused beyond all reason. Even so, it seemed they were at a new place and as such this woman would offer her help if it was needed. But it would be Nasira who spoke first about the first thing this young man had said.

"Flashy indeed. Any idea how to get to the other side without being roasted alive?" she questioned of the man. The redhead would chime in after this to ask a question as well. "Well, the answer to that is all around you... I know you can't read it little one, but I wonder if he can." she said referencing the puzzle which this room seemed to be focused upon, while apparently fearing nothing from the fires here.

Fudo took a moment to wrap his sword again while listening to the words of the two women in his presence. The next challenge was an interesting one, as it involved a strange written language with clues to the challenge. "It's written in Torran. It says: 'Dance with the tornado... The truth lies inside the jaw of the dragon... You will find everything before you reach the dragon's tail.' I learned to read Torran language years ago, but I never thought it would be useful for anything. How wrong was I?" Without further ado, Fudo walked toward the path of flaming tornadoes, taking a deep breath while mentally preparing himself for what was to come. "So... May I have this dance?" he asked rhetorically of Nasira. With only the smallest amount of hesitation, he ran forward, weaving around the moving flames at high speeds while making his way toward the end of the chamber. En route, he called out to Nasira. "Full disclosure... this is pretty fun."

A smile which hid a lot of pride covered the face of the redheaded woman, as it became obvious that Fudo could indeed read what was written here. It was kind of good, he puzzles like this one which required some knowledge beyond what was normal were the sorts which usually ended the lives of potential Dungeon Capturers. As it stood, this one and his friend likely could have completed this task even without the sprightly redhead tagging along. As it stood though the little black haired girl only found it in herself to chuckle. "Yes, well there are lots of lessons taken for granted... I believe those lessons were before we were friends at least." she commented as she stood and as he asked for the dance she took off after him, while cheekily replying. "Sure, why not..." she mentioned following along after her friend and taking a different set of graceful motions which would also lead her to the other end in his foot-steps. As he mentioned that he was rightly enjoying his adventure though this dungeon she couldn't help but agree.

"I'd argue but I have to agree~" Nasira chimed happily.

"Alright... here we are." Upon reaching the end of the trail, Fudo slipped his right hand into the mouth of the dragon statue sat there. Inside, he found a lever of sorts, which he used without so much as a second thought. This caused the flames behind them to subside, though the follow-up to this was a single pillar of flames which would surround all in the vicinity immediately surrounding the statue. As this happened, the wall around the statue opened, essentially allowing a passage through what would be the body of the dragon. Continuing down this path resulted in an arrival at what was known as he Door of Truth. It was marked with the eight-pointed star, and without a handle. Instead, there was an indentation on each side of the door, each carved out into the likeness of a right hand. "This is what she meant," Fudo said upon finding the door and seeing its locking mechanism. "Two right hands. I think I'm short one."

Nasira was left to look a little astounded as her friend of many years disabled the trap which lead to the trio of them being engulfed by flames which would lead straight through to the end of their rather long journey. Upon reaching the end a large ornate door with two right hands carved into it was present and as such Nasira listened to what Fudo said and smiled offering up her right hand without the slightest bit of hesitation."No, you aren't." after Nasira spoke these simple words, the redhead woman with them also smiled.

"Yes, this was exactly what I was referring to. A lot of the Dungeons have built in extras like this, to weed out the selfish and those who are mentally unworthy. Like the sort of person who'd leave a friend behind to make it up here. A couple of others also have different ones, which require one such as myself to allow entrance. I didn't know what sort this would be so I came along as well~" she finished up. Watching as the small black haired girl stood with her hand hovering over the the print on the right assuming of course, that Fudo would take the one on the left for whatever reason. And she waited knowing that whether or not they entered would be completely up to the young man with them, no more and no less.

With full understanding of the door's rules, Fudo nodded to Nasira before taking the side opposite to hers on the door. He reached out with his right hand as well, and once both of their hands were upon the door, Fudo spoke. "Open sesame!" Moments later, the door was opening, but the other side did not contain a room. Instead, there was an entire city within the dungeon's confines, with one particular building boasting a pillar of fire at its center. "I expected a lot of things from this place... but not another world. Samiya, what is this?"

The redhead woman got to watch as Fudo and his companion Nasira opened the door with relative ease. And once it opened she got to see what the Djinn known as Amon had made of the inside of his Dungeon. She wasn't at all surprised by what she found here, but she supposed to someone new to this sort of thing it could be pretty overwhelming. Curiosity seemed to jump from the young man she'd led here and with that in mind she turned to him. Samiya as she was apparently called would answer his question simply. "It's a Necropolis. He probably just uses it to store his treasure. Among other things, places like this are usually littered with traps meant to show people the kind of person they are. If they happen to have made it past the previous endeavor while still being less than apt. I assume because it's empty we are free to pass." she said removing from her body a wrap which transformed itself into a magic carpet which she'd stand upon. "This place is kind of vast... if you have a direction in mind, I wouldn't mind offering you two a lift." mentioned Samiya. As this conversation took place Nasira looked around completely astounded. She'd expected not to have any real perception inside a Dungeon but this was a bit more than she had mentally prepared for. And as such she was completely astounded by what she saw and without words, even going so far as to not hear the woman's offer of a ride.

"A Necropolis, huh..." Fudo replied, trailing off his words a bit. The explanation of this place gave him a bit more of an idea as to what kind of individual this Amon Djinn was. With that in mind, he somewhat knew which direction he wanted to take in this alleged Necropolis. And, since the apparent emptiness of this place could be linked to the group's worth as potential Dungeon Capturers, Fudo hopped onto Samiya's carpet and held out an arm for Nasira to take. "If this is all storage, I don't care about the extra buildings. I'd like to go to the building in the center there."

Nasira was still standing dumbfounded as Fudo boarded this carpet apparently already having in mind the place he wished to go. After a few seconds she noticed his outstretched hand and had the grace to look a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, I... uh... well this is kind of a lot to take in." she explained as she also climbed aboard. Once all passengers were in place, Samiya willed the vehicle into motion, and the trio would be off until of course they reached their destination. The building in the center of this place with a pillar of fire as part of its decorum.

All the while, Samiya watched the interaction between this young man and his follower and everything she saw about the pair of them she liked. From their interactions to their ability to have fun. This woman knew she'd chosen very well in this moment and had no qualms about taking this man to meet the Djinn known as Amon.

"I agree; it is a lot. There'll be plenty of time to gawk later, though. We'll own this place in a few minutes," Fudo said to his raven-haired companion. He was certain the chosen route would lead them to the Djinn of this dungeon. As such, when they approached the building, he hopped off the carpet and landed at its entrance. "This is it, isn't it? This is where Amon is..."

As they arrived at the center building Nasira scoffed and waved off what the young man had to say, refusing to admit she'd been gawking at anything. Instead she took in the sights while resting her legs until of course they arrived at their destination of choice. It seemed that Fudo was quite sure this would be the place to find his Djinn and Nasira was quite apt to agree given the fiery pillar found near the place. After the teal haired man exited, she did so as well standing next to him as she questioned the redheaded woman with them.

"Yes, this is where Amon is. You can step inside whenever you're ready." said the woman who knew from experience that places like these were generally littered in treasure as well as what this young man had come for.

Once he had confirmation that this was the Djinn's resting place, Fudo looked toward Nasira and nodded once more. Then, he stepped into the building, where he found treasures aplenty, but one particular thing to catch his eye. An oil lamp sat atop a pedastal at the center of the room, and Fudo rubbed his hand along its side the moment he reached it. When this occurred, a raging inferno erupted from the lamp and circled the room. A large, blue humanoid figure began to materialize from within these flames, taking the form of an elderly, portly man. His head was bald, and a long beard was upon his face. "Who wants to be king?" the Djinn spoke, only to then look around the room at all present. Of course, Fudo took another step forward, as if to answer the Djinn's query with the action. "So, it is you. Yes... for making it this far, I, Amon, Djinn of Politeness and Austerity, declare that you have cleared this dungeon."

"Thank you, Amon," Fudo said with a bow. As he continued to speak, he gestured lightly with one hand for Nasira to approach. "However... I have a special request of you before we complete our business here."

Samiya followed this young man and his companion into the Treasure Room. Once here, Fudo went right to business summoning the Djinn known as Amon who subsequently materialized and introduced himself. During the exchange between them, Nasira's eyes were wider than saucers. Yes, she knew what they were coming here to do, and yes she'd fought along side this man to get here, but to see a Djinn materialized before them in such a way, was really more than she'd ever expected. So much that she was awestruck and staring at this giant blue man while Fudo was apparently content to talk terms with the Djinn, but as she was motioned towards she had no choice but to step forward and gaze upward. "Hi."

Samiya for her moments had never seen someone make such a request from a Djinn upon their meeting and with this in mind she fully intended to hear out what the pair of them had to discuss. "Hello Amon~" she said to the Djinn whose Dungeon she'd also traversed this day.

Fudo's proposition made the Djinn's brow furrow. He had not expected such a thing to be brought up, but he supposed he could at least hear the Dungeon Capturer out. First, though, he was compelled to address Samiya with the most respectful of bows. "Greetings, Magi. It seems you've brought me an interesting candidate. I trust your judgement." With that said, Amon returned his attention to Fudo, and the man's apparent companion who seemed a bit on edge. "I will hear this request."

With that, Fudo raised his head to look the Djinn in the eye while his demands were made. "I've done a fair bit of research on Djinn and Metal Vessels. I would like to immediately start a Household with my friend Nasira here. Unless you are willing to produce a Household Vessel for her now, you can consider this dungeon uncleared, and we will be on our way." Amon found these demands interesting, to say the least. In fact, he immediately became silent, choosing only to look toward Samiya as if he needed confirmation that he'd heard this man correctly.

"As you should... I always choose interesting people." said Samiya. She was a magi like others wandering the world, she chose many candidates to be King one day, but even among her choices this one was by far the most interesting. If this wasn't obvious by his appearance and his clearing of the Dungeon his next request would make that even more clear. Samiya couldn't say she was surprised by what this young man was asking, after all he seemed to have put more thought into being King than most who cleared Dungeons. If he wanted this particular girl by his side, then he'd go until he found the Djinn capable of keeping her there.

Nasira's eyes widened. It was an interesting thing to do, and something they'd not even discussed before this point. She knew little of what this meant, but going by context and the shocked nature of most present she'd assume it was something very personal which he was asking of what would be his Djinn. "Fudo, what are you doing?" asked Nasira who hadn't quite figured out all the details of this Dungeon Capturing as most of this had been left to Fudo. But to the girl, it seemed as if her friend was willing to throw away all his hard work on a request that didn't seem particularly vital to his capture of this dungeon. To quell all of this Samiya spoke directly to Amon, who seemed to be in shock about this. "Yes, you heard him correctly. He's put a lot of thought into what he wants to do, and his bid to be King... is set to be rather different from most." she said going on after flicking her eyes over Nasira. "And I was with them throughout their adventure here, Nasira's the most suited to be a member of his Household, if I had to guess... she's probably been acting in that way quite a long time." mentioned the Magi who was enthused by the choices this young man was making before her.

The first response he received regarding his request of Amon was from none other than Nasira herself. Fudo looked over his shoulder at the lass, granting nothing more than a smile to answer her question. Then, his gaze fell upon Amor again. Fudo oozed absolute confidence. Either he knew this would work out in his favor, or he truly didn't care whether Amon was the one to acquiesce to his needs or not. In fact, both of these were true. From what he gathered about this Djinn throughout the dungeon's challenges, he felt this would work... but if it did not work out, Fudo was sure to leave without a second thought, only to move on to another dungeon whose Djinn would do as he wished.

"... A human, risking his life to brave a dungeon, then asking a Djinn for such a thing immediately. What kind of king would such a man make? Well... We'll find out, won't we, Samiya?" Amon was intrigued enough by Fudo's demeanor and request to do as the man wanted. As such, the Djinn placed himself inside Fudo's sword, causing the eight-pointed star to appear on its blade. Afterwards, a large Rukh floated from the sword directly into the bangle on Nasira's left arm. "Well... I guess that's that."

Nasira's questioning of Fudo didn't seem to yield anything other than a smile from the lad. Such a thing had happened between them on a few occasions throughout their lives together. She knew then that this was something he'd already made up his mind about so arguing about it would change nothing. In fact, thinking about this only caused the girl to chuckle.

While watching this interaction Samiya could only smirk and nod her head to the words subsequently spoken by Amon. "Indeed we shall. These two are going to be interesting to watch." she mentioned with the most amused voice. "Catch you some other time, Amon~" chimed the Magi as the Djinn found his home within the blade carried by Fudo and subsequently created an offshoot of himself for the girl known as Nasira through the bangle on the girl's left arm. "Hmm... oh I get it. Still a great risk you took Fudo." she mentioned still managing to be occasionally surprised by this man's actions, in particular the many things he managed to do for her. This of course left the Magi a bit curious as Djinn generally chose to house themselves within things that had high sentimental value to those who had them. Odd for the girl's physical attachment to be to a singular piece of jewelry specifically one that didn't look like it was made for a girl in the first place.

"Indeed that is all there is to it. Such an interesting request you made... I get happier and happier I chose you every time you act." said Samiya before turning her attention to Nasira and shifting her eyes to the bangle on the girl's arm. She really wanted to ask but decided to let it go. "Also everything here is yours... take what you like I assume you'd want at least some of this stuff if you intend to keep up with your plans." she said.

"The risk is worth it. I'll never abandon anyone," Fudo replied to Nasira. He was more than determined to become king, and his morals were unwavering. He was going to build a Household, Nasira would be the first, and his Djinn would have to understand this. Luckily, this was the case in the very first dungeon they entered. "Samiya, you've been very helpful to us. For that, I thank you. Let's move on, shall we?" And with that, the progression to the next stage began with Fudo and co. collecting the treasures of the seventh dungeon...

Nasira looked at the man she'd befriended and smiled. She knew him to be the sort who had an unwavering moral standard, something which had shown itself several times throughout the earlier portion of their friendship. Even so, it was quite amazing to watch as such a person made it all the way through adulthood with those same principles in tact. Samiya thought similarly and when she was thanked for her help getting this pair of people through the Dungeon she only laughed and waved it off. "No need to thank me. After all, this is my main purpose and you and your friend more than deserve it."

As it was stated that they should move on, they began to gather all necessary material. What they couldn't know though was approaching in a two man caravan was another Dungeon Capturer and her household member. The pink haired girl known as Yasmin still dressed in rags. But by her side a small fan which she used while she wasn't the one in charge of leading the three horses. "Baki, we're pretty close now... I can see it." she said as they approached this dungeon. She was kind even to her horses and had taken a leisurely pace to get here.

"Hey, you're right!" Bakura replied as he and Yasmin approached the seventh dungeon. After getting a good look at it, he slumped in his seat with a huff. "Ugh... this one looks so much smaller. Still pretty cool, though. I didn't expect the dungeons to look different." Soon enough, when they were upon the dungeon, Bakura jumped off the caravan and approached the building. This approach, however, would be met by the exit of Fudo. He carried with him as many sacks as his physique allowed him to hold, and some were dragging the floor.

Yasmin considered that it was odd for Dungeons to look different but then came up with a reasonable explanation for this. "Well, all the Djinn are different, so their Dungeon's probably reflect their personalities." she concluded. Upon reaching the place she stopped her small caravan and also exits, though Bakura had done so first, and in so doing had been met by a man who had apparently already claimed this one. And joining him upon the exit were a small black haired girl who was dressed in black and gold named Nasira and bringing up the rear was a redhead with flowing robes who looked all but bemused by the sight of new people. It would be Yasmin who spoke seemingly disappointed but happy that someone else that succeeded in the task. "Aww, looks like someone else got this one. Oh well, congratulations." Yasmin said as she was a nice person she also bowed to all present.

When Fudo stopped ahead of this pair of people, he was astounded to see the female's reaction to the realization that this dungeon was claimed. Looking over the pink-haired lass, the white-haired lad, and the caravan they seemed to arrive in, he came to a rather simple conclusion. As such, when he returned Yasmin's bow, he grinned and spoke. "Thank you. I feel like that's not the reaction of someone looking to capture a dungeon out of necessity. You're looking for an additional Djinn, aren't you?"

Yasmin heard what this new man had to say, and surprisingly enough he'd returned her bow and mentioned that she didn't seem to be looking out of necessity. This wasn't true to the girl, she was simply a much more friendly person and didn't enjoy the idea that anyone failed at the things they tried. She thought about this and expressed what she was doing specifically after a moment. "Eh, well, actually..." she said bringing and hand up to her chin and thinking of how best to describe what she'd been intending to do. "I captured my own dungeon accidentally. But right after I got it someone broke my Metal Vessel. I still have something I want to do... so capturing another Dungeon is necessary." said the girl. This was of course heard by the redhead accompanying the other duo and as such she stepped up looking the girl over.

"Why don't you just replace your Metal Vessel?" asked the redhead. This brought confusion to Yasmin's face. "That's what I'm trying to do." it seemed there was some point of miscommunication here that the pink haired girl wouldn't understand. And it had something in large part to do, with the vagueness of the Magi, Ali.

Fudo raised a brow when Yasmin explained her reason for approaching this dungeon. It seemed this girl also did not understand what Samiya was saying when she spoke of replacing the Metal Vessel. "No, she means the Metal Vessel you got from the previous dungeon," he chimed in. Apparently, Fudo had done research even beyond the acquisition of a Djinn from its respective dungeon. "Djinn Metal Vessels are something close to the Dungeon Capturer. All you have to do is get something else to replace whatever your previous item was."

Yasmin took a moment and was just staring at this young man. She then thought about what was being said and it made perfect sense. "Oh?!" she seemed exclaim, turning to her friend and giving him an odd look. "That wasn't just unclear to me right... that really didn't make any sense before." she asked of Bakura.

Meanwhile, the Magi Samiya rubbed a hand over her face. "Who took you into a Dungeon without explaining all that?" she asked of the girl which made the tanned girl chuckle. "It was Ali... to be fair though... we were both taken in there as slaves by the guy who wanted to capture the Dungeon. So, I didn't really think to ask a question. And the man who broke my Metal Vessel did so apparently under the assumption that it couldn't be replaced. Though for me that will probably take an unreasonable amount of time." she said thinking about it. If a Metal Vessel was simply something close to someone she completely understood why she didn't have a new one yet. She didn't really value things... she was a slave so her material attachment was a lot lower than most peoples. But Samiya threw her arms up in the air after the mention of Ali's name. "What?! But that means.... Paimon?"

"It wasn't clear to me, either. He just said replace it; I thought he meant the Djinn too." When Bakura thought about the situation, he supposed there was a fair bit of reason behind the fact that the vessel itself could be replaced. "I guess the Djinn couldn't have gone anywhere. This thing doesn't work anymore, but I still have it," he went on to say as he picked up the pendant around his neck.

"Because you were a slave, right?" Fudo asked as he approached Yasmin, referencing her earlier claim that it would take a long time for her to hold something near and dear. "Shouldn't that make it easier? You weren't allowed to have anything of your own until now. All things are precious, and no one should understand that better than someone like you."

Yasmin spoke to her friend and nodded. Happy that she wasn't the only one who thought that the replacement aspect left a little to be desired as far as a proper explanation. Then again, she wasn't the type to begrudge these moments and if nothing else, it allowed her the freedom to adventure with her friend and meet new people and this made her happy. "At least we got to go somewhere new." this was how Yasmin summed up all things, she was apparently a rather optimistic person despite her previous standing in life. "And yes, Paimon is the Djinn who chose to partner with me." mentioned the girl to the Magi who smiled in return. Paimon was an interesting Djinn and she assumed by virtue of this girl having taken that Dungeon she was interesting as well. Still one couldn't help but wonder what would cause a Magi to choose a slave girl as a potential King Vessel.

After she said this though, the man who'd so recently emerged from the Dungeon spoke again, in a way that made her think a little. It was interesting because in this moment she hadn't considered that it should be easier for her to be attached to things because before she wasn't allowed to have them before. "Hmm, I suppose that makes sense, thank you..." she paused remembering that she hadn't introduced herself nor did she know this man's name. After she thought of this she tried to think of something she liked or was attached to of her new things and when she had such a thought she only really considered the fan which she'd been using since the start of her journey with her friend.

"Of course. I have a question, though," Fudo said with the most curious of expressions upon his visage. "I can understand the accidental capturing of a dungeon by a slave, but if your Metal Vessel was broken, why would you seek another one? What is your goal here?" Being the kind of person he was, Fudo was very curious as to why a slave would seek to replace something they had only just been bestowed. There had to be some higher purpose to this, and he was keen to find out what it was.

Yasmin looked at the man before her as he accepted her thanks. But his question of why she'd choose to go find another made her pause. She supposed it would look very odd to those who didn't know about her reasoning for her to still be looking to do something. Still there was something in her like a stark bit of determination. "Well, I believe that people should be free to chose for themselves what they wish to do. Being subjected to the will of another for their personal profit isn't something I condone, and though I am unsure if I would make any kind of reasonable King... I am almost certain that I can do something a bit smaller... and abolish slavery from the continent." she said with a seriousness that gleamed in her blue eyes. "So... I will start with Parthevia... which is where I was... and move on from there." Yasmin concluded. "And Bakura said he'd help me out with that... so it's been our adventure so far... and why I thought it was necessary for me to capture another Dungeon." she concluded. Her words would cause the Magi who accompanied Fudo to smile. This girl was just as interesting to her as her own was... she at least understood completely the kind of person which Ali had decided was worthy to be a Dungeon Capturer.