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[phaseshifts]

... Hmf.

[A grouchy voice. Cyril is a little too effusive some (all) of the time, but he's still family, and after deciding his fellow Noah was too quiet and subsequently sniffing around for a sign of the man and finding - nothing, nothing - well.

It doesn't put Tyki in the best of moods.

You better be all right, Cyril, or Tyki might have to lift a finger doing something unfun, and who wants that?]

Talk about a short performance with an anticlimactic ending. [Sniffs.] That's the way it works around here, I suppose. Promising build up and then a whole lot of nothing afterward. Speaking of that, I am bored. These people don't use what they catch.

Better to arrive here a traveler, eh? [He isn't what you'd call hurting at the loss of his brother/brother-in-arms. And he can take whatever the Exorcists decide to bring. But still.] Australia, now. That was a good trip. Kangaroo is pretty tasty. And it's not as if we ever see sunlight in this dour shithole. Too bad we couldn't be waging war from around that time in Australia.

[Weird place to cut off. But it seems like that's it.]

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[reassures]

That doesn't sound convincing.

[A beat.]

Are you okay?

[phaseshifts]

Really, girly, why fret? I promise you, I'm just fine.

[And he does sound assured. Arrogant, as usual. It's a little more work put into sounding like that than he usually does, but it's his sound.]

[reassures]

You sound fine.

[But... is he? He does sound it, but that first response had also sounded pretty off for him.]

Do you dislike people fretting over you?

[phaseshifts]

Really, girl, are you my wife?

[reassures]

No.

Never mind.

[phaseshifts]

[Much better.]

And how are you today?

[reassures]

Fine.

[ ... ]

I'm not sure sunshine would make war any better.

[phaseshifts]

I would like it. Don't tell me you enjoy this slog? Are you part fish as well as bird?

[reassures]

No. I hate the weather here.

[phaseshifts]

That's the spirit. Sunshine might give you a little color besides, eh?

[reassures]

I miss the sun. Everyone here is so pale.

[phaseshifts]

Well, it is a ladylike look...

[reassures]

How is it ladylike?

[phaseshifts]

Ladies don't work in the sun to darken up!

[reassures]

What are you talking about?

[In what world do people do that...]

[phaseshifts]

Don't you know? If your skin browns up, you have to have worked under the sun for that.

[reassures]

I don't think that is common anymore. Most people are tan because they want to be.

[Which isn't to say people don't get tan from working, but the idea that it's male-exclusive seems... silly.]

[phaseshifts]

How strange...

[Tyki is ridiculous.]

[reassures]

Is it?

[Then it occurs to her that... maybe they aren't from near the same year at all. Or at least, not the same sort of era.]

What is the technology in your world like?

[phaseshifts]

Hm? The technology? [Give him a moment.] Well... people use trains, and guns, and... hm. Things like that. Why, little missy?

[reassures]

I'm not sure it's important, but-- Is it anything like the tablets we have here?

[phaseshifts]

Oh... not at all, really...

[reassures]

[ ... ]




What year are you from?

[phaseshifts]

[Insert... the vaguely victorian-era year here, DGM WHO THE FUCK KNOWS...]

Is it very different? [he can figure that much out.]

[reassures]

[Oh wow that is.... wow.]

I never knew you were from that far back.