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[Nesreca, you have a new resident. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, he has found himself near some dilapidated buildings somewhere in Russia, and not on a boat in a rainstorm. Unfortunately, nothing of his initial reaction to finding himself suddenly compatriotless, in entirely the wrong location, is recorded. But trust me, it had been fairly loud. After scrambling up and down buildings and yelling at nothing for a bit, he takes a moment to calm a little and survey the situation. At which point he discovers the PDA.
The following is typed with the slow deliberateness of someone testing out a rather dubious device, picking at the little virtual keys one by one.]
asdfg12345
;mnb,. /'
[--And then he accidentally hits enter. Which doesn't appear to do much... Alright, so it's like a tiny, hand-held, paperless typewriter. Which seems like a stunningly useless waste of technology. How is this any more convenient than writing on a piece of paper? And why the hell was it in his pocket? They must've slipped it in as part of the new uniform...
...And then, it occurs to him that it may serve as some sort of text-only golem. Seems like the sort of thing the Order would invent, anyway.
So, while he makes his way through Nesreca searching for any sign of activity, he types, on the off chance that anyone is reading this:]
answer.
The following is typed with the slow deliberateness of someone testing out a rather dubious device, picking at the little virtual keys one by one.]
asdfg12345
;mnb,. /'
[--And then he accidentally hits enter. Which doesn't appear to do much... Alright, so it's like a tiny, hand-held, paperless typewriter. Which seems like a stunningly useless waste of technology. How is this any more convenient than writing on a piece of paper? And why the hell was it in his pocket? They must've slipped it in as part of the new uniform...
...And then, it occurs to him that it may serve as some sort of text-only golem. Seems like the sort of thing the Order would invent, anyway.
So, while he makes his way through Nesreca searching for any sign of activity, he types, on the off chance that anyone is reading this:]
answer.
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[That's really all he cares about. He's stuck in some crazy alternate world, with a bunch of weird alternate duplicates of people he knows. She might be one (and really, by this point he could make an educated guess as to who), and if she's not, then what's it matter what her name is?]
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[Too bad this reads like the knows exactly what those terms mean.]
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[Okay. Exorcist or Noah. Girl. Likes lollipops. Is a brat. Incorporating hearts into text. GEE, THIS IS A TOUGH ONE. (Also at some point, Kanda tells him you're here.)]
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The feed flicks to video, revealing said lollipop-loving brat. She's holding the communicator-thing out and is currently going to town on a lollipop that had once been too big for her face.
Her face, in which, has a very light x across her left cheek.
Do ignore the nightgown that would otherwise be offering him a generous view if she were leaned forward just a little more.]
You found me ♥
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Fffffuuu. That is not a face he wanted to see (even if it looks slightly different (older?)) The mark only gets a cursory glance, and he is going to ignore the hell out of that nightgown, thank you very much.]
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Make one comment about it and she will punch you.]
I think it's your turn to answer questions now. Why don't you tell me who and where you are.
[Because not everyone knows about Exorcists or Noah. So the question now lies in if she can trust you at all.]
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[Welp. No, there really isn't much of a reason to keep his own identity a secret now. (Although he could just to be obnoxious, which is tempting...) No, he's not the sort to hide like that. If she wants to come confront him, he'll take her on.
Although after everyone he's encountered so far, he's also not sure his name will mean anything to her either.]
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And you're right. It doesn't much mean anything at all. In fact, she just raises an eyebrow at that.]
Bookman Junior?
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[She's tapping her chin, though, and grinning in a way that clearly says she's trolling.
The feed is also starting to move; as if she's pulling herself to a stand. Getting ready to move.]
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[He's watching you, loli! Where are you going...]
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[A swirl of grass and stone -- graveyard? -- before there's the sound of a door opening.
It probably looks a little strange, how the view shifts seamlessly from grass to cobblestone streets. From the soft haze of sunlight pouring through trees to the glare of it beating on a faded sidewalk.
Door-travel is so convenient.]
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