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[inheavenslight]

[There is a man who had just walked into town, his lips are pressed into a fine line, his eyes darting back and forth as if he is trying to take in everything at once. He seems like he could range from being anywhere from the decently-feeling to down right not happy camper. His body language is tense, back ramrod straight and arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Every now and then, he reaches out to touch a dusty-green wing, realizing they are overly sensitive, jumping a little then go back to the tense pose for a few minutes before trying to touch it again, much like a child who has been told not to pick at a scab. It is obvious this man is painfully new here although with how he is looking in the shop window, he is trying to give off the air of 'I know what I am doing!'.]


Player Name: Amanda
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Luce
Character Fandom: OC

[ooc: I am looking for a new PB besides Jude Law to help avoid confusion :3]

Comments

[fleurdesel]

Not to my knowledge. Every examination I've made of them thusfar has only shown me that any reason for death upon their loss isn't explainable by medical means. There is no reason for them to be as vital, or sensitive, as they are.

[inheavenslight]

I see. [Poking the wing again.] So perhaps you could fill me in?

[fleurdesel]

Quit touching your wings. You'll make them sore.

[Honestly it was like speaking to a child.]

Do you have the book you woke with, or not?

[inheavenslight]

No, I left that thing in the woods. I am not going to carry around a mystical book.

[fleurdesel]

Fine. We shall use mine, then. It'll find it's way back to you in three days as it stands.

[She flips her journal open to the back, pointing out the guide.]

Our situation in a nutshell.

[inheavenslight]

[Luce peers at it, reading it carefully.] Why would you carry this book on you? [He is still reading the book. And knows he will try and dump his again.]

[fleurdesel]

It's your primary method of keeping in contact with the rest of the village. Be it through written, spoken, or recorded means. Keep it on you so you can contact someone in particular- or the village at large.

[inheavenslight]

Why would I need to contact anyone? Is someone from Sancia here?

[fleurdesel]

So you would rather wander about uninformed and ignorant for the entirety of your stay here?

[inheavenslight]

What would there be to be informed about?

[fleurdesel]

The barrier, the war, impending experiments, an invasion by the third party, a rabid plague wiping out half the village, a possible escape- information is everything, here or in any other world. You truly are not at all concerned?

[inheavenslight]

And what am I to do about it? I don't have a skill in any of those tasks.

[fleurdesel]

...I don't suppose you wish to learn any of those skills either.

[inheavenslight]

[He blinks a little.] And what skills could I learn to prevent a plague that someone doesn't already do better than I would?

[fleurdesel]

Study medicine. All we have in this place is time- and we've a wealth of knowledge in the library, and several educational scenarios programmed into the battledome. There's time enough to learn, the resources to do so, and those that would teach you what you need to know.

[inheavenslight]

Programmed? [Words he doesn't know.] And battledome?

[fleurdesel]

...What is the most advanced piece of technology in your world?

[inheavenslight]

The commode that can flush?

[fleurdesel]

Electricity?

[inheavenslight]

What?

[fleurdesel]

...you are far behind what is considered standard, here. You're not the only one that lives in a world like that but. I think you will have some adjusting to do.

[inheavenslight]

Is this alekturny considered standard?

[fleurdesel]

...Electricity. It is. As is indoor plumbing.

[inheavenslight]

Whatever the former is, I don't like the sound of it.

Although it is nice they figured out how to move more things inside.

[fleurdesel]

Speaking of inside- we should go inside. And find you a shirt.