Gforte stands before the city of Wutai and examines the area, hands in his pockets as he does so. "Hey Jill, We've got some time to relax before big things go down with that sword right? Wanna chill out here?" He turns back to the succubi and gives her a half-grin, reflecting his okay mood at the time.

Jillian looks off to either side of herself for a few moments each, the flash of her eyes giving off that "I'm scanning for dimensional disturbances" notion, and turns back to him with a small nod. "I think so. But from what I can sense, I wouldn't expect the locals to be extensively open and outgoing at this time. I get the feeling this region has only recently started to recover from a large-scale catastrophe." She wanted to mention that, as opposed to 'chilling', they should probably be looking for the Dual Blade, themselves. But then... well. What would they do with it, yet? The first move had to come from the Sinistrals.

Gforte shrugs. "Yeah them and everybody else. Come on, let's get in contact with one of my old suppliers." He sets off for the east end of the small town, ignoring the inhabitants of Wutai as a whole and thus being ignorant to whatever plight they might be in currently.

The state of Wutai brought something of a cloud over Jillian as she followed Forte toward the east end of the shopping district, and she glanced here and there at some of the people getting on with things. Though the majority of them expressed nothing on the exterior, she could feel their plight. It's hard to forget something that nearly eradicates your entire town, she surmised; Jillian said nothing, though, verbally, taking the rest of the two in as though she were a pale-skinned, dark-haired, and strangely-dressed tourist.

Gforte practically kicks in the door to the store he arrives at in short order, glaring about the place before he sees a small yet familiar inhabitant. "Grendel! What's up little man?" Instantly his demeanor changes, though this seems to be a more genuine reaction than Gforte's lying reflexes. He steps up to the Servbot behind the counter, who stares at the human in confused silence and smiiiiles. "Hey man. Different day different skin. I'm here to open up the Gforte account, still have it around?"

Jillian looks up at something before entering the building right after Gforte, but then stops... and backs up a few feet, taking a second look at what she had just seen. In the doorway, she can be seen squinting, going so far as to place a hand over her eyes to get a shadier look. "What..?"

The servbot, supposedly named 'Grendel', eyes up Gforte for a few moments before fishing a binder out from the counter. After flipping the pages for a few moments it settles on a picture, tapping it. "Yeah, that's right. Here. I need some of the usual, with a little bit in the way of extras today." Gforte fishes the bar of gold from his backpack and settles it on the counter, to which Grendel nods and hops into action, collecting various things from around the store.

Gforte turns back to look at Jillian, and raises an eyebrow before smirking. "What, something shock you? Be careful around here, some things get left turned on."

Jillian didn't really know what that comment was supposed to mean, but she lowers her hand after a moment or so longer, letting her eyes adjust. "No, it's nothing major. Just... that mansion, over there at the top of the hill. It looks incredibly out-of-place. It just surprised me, that's all." She idly scratches the back of her head.

Gforte blinks blankly at Jillian. "Ooo-kay. Well. That aside." Gforte shakes his head at her and turns back to the counter, which is being laden with a somewhat disturbing array of parts. Half of a robot's torso here, a half dozen lengths of wire there. He leans over the counter and shouts into the midst of Grendel's searchings. "Oi! Get me something in the market of a tazer too!" The sound of clattering is the only reply he recieves.

Jillian ducks into the shop after spending another half-minute gazing toward the north, still pondering what she'd seen. Robotic extensions and assets really weren't her thing, so she allowed herself to hang back and let Gforte do what he needed to do; in truth, she could keep half a mind out for the Sinistrals' movements, if they happened to be nearby, if she wasn't tied up in anything else, anyway.

After a time, Grendel returns to the counter, sizing up the collected scrap and junk on the table before picking up Gforte's bar of gold and dropping it behind the counter. As it works on making change, Gforte begins loading things into his backpack and into a supplied box so he can move it easily. Soon, Grendel pops back up, depositing a small bag of coins on the table and giving Gforte a friendly nod.

Gforte picks up the bag and nods to the little robot, collecting up his goods and stepping over to Jillian with a smile. "Nothing quite like 'new' parts. Oh. Here." Gforte holds up a small hand-held device to Jillian. "Take this. I know you're probably damn good at keeping yourself out of trouble, but having a tazer never really hurts. Grendel supes them up too, delivers a nasty little kick."

"I feel like I may have asked this once before, but I don't recall the kind of answer I got." Jillian pipes up rather suddenly, and blinks as Gforte is suddenly there, offering her a tazer. She hesitates briefly, but takes the device, looking it over with brief quizzicality. "Er, okay. But I was going to ask, do you actually have a residence, beyond that of which used to be yours and now belongs to the woman in Truce? Or do you just wander, in the hope that you'll find a place to settle down someday?"

Gforte hums for a moment, shifting the box of parts to a more comfortable position as he does so. "Truth? Never expected I'd live long enough to actually get another house put down. With all the running I do now, it's a bit hard to imagine... but, if I were to get some place? I'd probably just want some little house out of the way somewhere. Maybe in the woods. It'd keep people from finding me, hopefully."

"That's the second time you brought that up." Jillian pushes herself off the wall she'd been leaning against, lowering the tazer device to her side. "Are you being hunted? Or is it just that you've made a lot of enemies in the course of your... dealings, as you've once-called them?"

Gforte shrugs non-chalantly, but then sighs. "Yeah, I figure I have more than one person hunting me down. Like I told you before. Lots of things went wrong all really close to eachother. Short of telling you the whole story, that's the best way to put it."

Jillian puts a few of the pieces together, and offers a nod. "And this also explains why you have no, and apparently refuse to make any, long term plans, I'm guessing."

Gforte nods. "Yeah. Short of the fact that I don't know who or what will meet me from the past, it just, never really fit me. The one time I tried it, well... yeah." Gforte looks off into the distance for a second, searching for something else to say.

Jillian tosses her head, running a hand through the back of her hair idly. "Well, you have your story, then. It just seems like you're prone to leaving out the important parts, sometimes; I can understand if you don't want something getting back to people it shouldn't, though. But all of this running around from one continent to another can't be good for your overall health. Once this is over, we ought to see about finding you an establishment somewhere, even if it is way off in who-knows-where land. If you succeed in what we're aiming for, I should consider all past grievances to be accounted for, anyway." The tone of Jillian's mini-speech is meant to be encouraging, but she gives it with the impassive look of an idling schoolgirl while waiting for her friends at the bus stop. A strange mix, to be sure.

Gforte shrugs. "I suppose you have a point. Fine, if I don't manage to screw humanity over, let's see what happens. I might be able to settle down again after wards. But, for now, I just rememberd that I didn't get anything to eat. I'm gonna go grab a room at the inn and some food. You wanna come?"

Jillian considers for a moment, remembering that mansion she'd seen earlier. "Actually, if we're merely 'hanging out' for the time being, I'd like to go look into a few things. How about I meet you back at the inn in a little while?"

Gforte smirks. "Always off on your own mystery things. Sure Jill, I'll probably be at the bar later." He nods to Jillian before setting off, walking Wutai's streets to the Inn, already putting his mind to the business at hand of creation.

Jillian watches Gforte saunter off, before scratching her forehead lightly. "Certain things don't really concern me, but if we're just killing time..." She smiles faintly to herself as she, too, leaves the shop, disappearing into the shadows alongside.