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beholdmydemons) wrote2013-08-26 07:38 am
beholdmydemons) wrote2013-08-26 07:38 am
first fusion - video
[...Alright, Walter figures it's about time to make a concerted check-in effort now that he's not in immediate danger and the sun is up again. He hasn't slept yet, having chosen to travel throughout the night. He's caught a useful not-demon that is NOT A FISH, he's figured out where he stands as far as food is concerned, he knows roughly where he's going, and...that's about it. It's enough for now, but sooner or later he's going to hit a dead end for lack of information, and he doesn't like flying blind.]
Commander?....Abbot? [If they're able to communicate through these things that are definitely not Gauntlets, it's worth a shot. But considering that it's been a full day. and he's gotten radio silence from anyone he recognizes...]
[His eyebrows furrow, and he glances away from the Gear for a moment and back with a serious expression.] From what I've gathered, there's a large number who can hear what I say when I use this...this. [Graceful. But he has no idea what to call it, since it's not exactly a glove, so.] I'm looking for people dressed the same way as I, if anyone feels so inclined to aid me. They might call themselves "Samurai", or hail from the "Eastern Kingdom of Mikado".
[Since this foreign world definitely isn't anywhere in Mikado, that should ping comrades and countrymen alike. A thought occurs to Walter after that; what of the rest of his world? Samurai were familiar, but they weren't always the best-informed about what lay beyond their kingdom - Aquila's code had seen to that. The Unclean Ones don't call themselves Unclean Ones (and why should they?), so how...?
...oh, wait, that's how. Duh.]
I'd speak as well with anyone from Tokyo, or who knows of demons. [Since they...evidently don't have demons here. It's a long shot, but whatever.] ...Or anyone who knows how I can get a better..."Pokemon" than these. Are they all this size?
Commander?....Abbot? [If they're able to communicate through these things that are definitely not Gauntlets, it's worth a shot. But considering that it's been a full day. and he's gotten radio silence from anyone he recognizes...]
[His eyebrows furrow, and he glances away from the Gear for a moment and back with a serious expression.] From what I've gathered, there's a large number who can hear what I say when I use this...this. [Graceful. But he has no idea what to call it, since it's not exactly a glove, so.] I'm looking for people dressed the same way as I, if anyone feels so inclined to aid me. They might call themselves "Samurai", or hail from the "Eastern Kingdom of Mikado".
[Since this foreign world definitely isn't anywhere in Mikado, that should ping comrades and countrymen alike. A thought occurs to Walter after that; what of the rest of his world? Samurai were familiar, but they weren't always the best-informed about what lay beyond their kingdom - Aquila's code had seen to that. The Unclean Ones don't call themselves Unclean Ones (and why should they?), so how...?
...oh, wait, that's how. Duh.]
I'd speak as well with anyone from Tokyo, or who knows of demons. [Since they...evidently don't have demons here. It's a long shot, but whatever.] ...Or anyone who knows how I can get a better..."Pokemon" than these. Are they all this size?
[Video]
You seem a little old for stories like that... [Nah, he's just joking around. He laughs a little.] But I understand.
My name's Walter. I first saw your country not...two weeks ago, I think. [He might be off. Without the rising and setting of the sun, he can't count for himself.]
[Video]
[Always a proud otaku.]
I'm Atsuro. It's nice to meet you, Walter. [And since he's curious...] Do you like Japan?