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[soul_sister]

[In 304, a nun in an ash stained provincial dress and a half elf from the Times of Yore are crowded around a tablet propped up at the table. By the expressions ranging from serious to annoyed, some sort of argument has just taken place between the two of them.

Rosette is the one to address the network, as if proving a point in the simple asking.]

So! Hypothetically, if someone were going on a mission and needed to blend into the turn of the millennium, average working class crowd... what would you wear?

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[soul_sister]

Yeah. I guess I shouldn't complain, the objectives are pretty important. It just seems like a waste to send Exorcists out for medical supplies.

[The road to getting home seems impossibly long when it's gathering quests... that's what apprentices are for...]

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[anklets]

They-

[anklets]

[ breathcatch ]

[anklets]

[ it's a coincidence, how silly would it be for her to think only one world would boast an Order and Exorcists, there's no reason to find this as distressing— ]

[anklets]

done!

[anklets]

It's best to do what you can, even if it isn't on a battlefield like you might be used to.

[soul_sister]

Yeah,, s'why I didn't turn it down.... Are you okay?

[anklets]

[ clears her throat ] I'm sorry, it's just almost as if you're just talking about familiar things.

[soul_sister]

[There's a pause, less of one than might be expected, before she picks up the tablet and points the view at Tempest. While Lenalee can't see Rosette any more, her voice is strident and chipper.]

Can you see what's going on, on this side? We need an opinion on cloaks.

[anklets]

[Small blessings, she smiles weakly while it can't be seen.]

What sort of opinion?

[soul_sister]

There's no way it wont be a sore thumb, right? Right. I knew it.

[anklets]

[ elects not to mention she and her own have all donned their own cloaks before, hardly considers them weird ] They aren't something most people would wear out in town in the middle of summer, no...

[soul_sister]

I thought so. Trying to figure out what's up there, or if it's just a security blanket.

[anklets]

[ awkward, yo ] Have you asked?

[soul_sister]

Yeah, got something like she's been wearing one for years.

[anklets]

Then it may be something she just yet doesn't want to explain further, don't you think?

[soul_sister]

Then doesn't it save a lot more time to just say that much?

[anklets]

Not everyone thinks that way. Some people might continue to press, just the same.

[soul_sister]

Well, you can't expect anyone to be understanding without explaining. [She crosses her arms, with a faint exasperated huff. Still...] I'll see what we can do.

[anklets]

[ feels strange, offering advice to a stranger like this, but she puts forth a smile so it can be heard in her voice ]

Just give it time.

[soul_sister]

Well, we have a whole mission together. So there's that.

[anklets]

Hey. Try not to push too hard, all right?

[soul_sister]

Mm. If it's important, it'll come up.

[anklets]

[ wonders about that, but: ] Right.

[soul_sister]

[There's always punching them later if it WAS important and didn't come up. This is a valid plan B.]

Sounds like you're used to people like that.