Something smells Fishy

"Nor do I. But the act is nice, and we can taste things, even if we don't need to actually digest it. It's one more part of tethering ourselves to the humans we used to be, to avoid devolving into the beasts we also used to be" Hvit replied, looking over the menu and ordering a large bowl of Skomsh Ramen.

"As for the man, he is Louis Stogsson, a Norwiegan man from the army. He had an eventful life, retired, and opened a Ramen shop where he serves people of all walks of life. He's a great man to know because like most barkeeps, he knows a lot more than you might expect. And an alliance with the little man is beneficial for the world to see you as more than just another person with airs and big plans"

"Ohh, mask stuff. Never had to worry about that, fortunately" Hvit commented, leaning over to get a closer look. "Have you ever tried to manipulate it? Ulv played with her Mask a lot, and eventually made these beautiful boots called Noble White Fangs. Your mask is ultimately a solidified spiritual mass, so if you focus enough, you should be able to shift it around to your will" Hvit would restrain herself from reaching out to touch it, and just sit back down after a few seconds.

"And you find his ability lacking because you don't know how to use it. In this world, it's not what you know, it's who you know. And he knows everyone who can help you get started in public relations and real estate. Las Vegas is a bit of a crater right now, and extremely high profile. So you'll probably want somewhere that is a symbolic Las Vegas, rather than literal"

Well, this was one huge misunderstanding, wasn't it? Exhaling, she'd stand up from the booth.

"So the mention of Las Vegas was just a detached mention of it rather than any attempt to actually pull it off. And you didn't correct the idea as we continued talking about it. And then you accepted an invitation to go get something to eat and meet people to help your plan. While having no intention to eat anything and still not clarifying the misconception that you had a plan to make a Hollow Hideaway"


Picking up her food and leaning against the bar, she would begin to slowly eat while looking at Tier.

"You are terrible at interaction, you know?"

"Well, it's good to be aware of one's flaws, if you make attempts to fix them" Hvit replied, leaning a bit and ruining the regal appearance she had. Though, there was a gentle pondering at Tier's question, before she shook her head.

"No. The problem here is that Hollows are being treated as a singular entity. Like Demons and Humans and all the rest. No one solution is effective for everyone, no one thing will be a thing everyone needs or wants. But Las Vegas was a haven for the Hollows that didn't want to hunt and kill. All races need somewhere to go. A Sanctuary for those who wish to get out of the spotlight and out of the stigma attached to race or relation.

But it isn't something that will help all people. And should never be done with the belief of that"

"Yes it is" Hvit would comment, looking back to Tier. "Heuco Mundo is the worst place in the universe to try that. An infinite plane filled to the brim with mad bastards, hungry bastards, mad hungry bastards, and Jeff. You'd be constantly running damage control, and your sanctuary would have no real backing. Being on Earth makes it easier to be supported and harder to be attacked. Yaksha underestimated the scale of the threat and paid for it, but it wasn't for a lack of people willing.

The Sanctuary is for the Hollows that want to get away from the climate of Hueco Mundo. So putting it there just does nothing"