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[infernaldork]

This is great!

[Morning, Vertiline. This is Eliot Post and he sounds excited. The term "deprived" can accurately sum up his material life up to this point - heavily censored books being an exception. So, suddenly having technology in his possession? It's Christmas! Without Cee's terrible fruitcake.]I've never had a cell phone before. Is this

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[fallintheriver]

What's a cell phone?

Don't know what league you're talking about, but this isn't South America. Wherever THAT is.

[infernaldork]

These aren't cell phones?

[He sounds a bit confused and there is a few seconds of fumbling as he fiddles with it.]

Maybe it's an iPhone instead.

[Eliot is going to fiddle with it later to find out more, no doubt about that.]

Oh, so you're not from the League. The other side of the family then?

Then why is there a capybara if this isn't South America?

/sliiiiiiiiides up in this bitch like a boss. + private to childthing

[agreatdeceiver]

No one I recognize, dear boy.

+ private to dad

[infernaldork]

Louis!

[Wait. If he's here and this is a League thing, then...]

Are you sure you should be here? What if she sees you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... What are you babbling about?

[infernaldork]

These phones! They're so neat. I can call and text now, just like a normal kid.

Once I have people to call and text. I could message Fiona!

[heavyweaponsbot]

These are not phones, boy. Are you blind?

[infernaldork]

I've never had a phone before, but it looks kind of like one?

[Maybe mutated, but... phone?]

What are they, then?

[pimp_hat]

Rules? Trials? Da hell joo be talkin' 'bout?

[infernaldork]

It's a long story... [Eliot is not sure how much he should be talking about it either; he really, REALLY wants to tell people though.]

So you're not part of the League?

[pimp_hat]

Last time I checked I wasn't.

[infernaldork]

Then are you from the other family?

[bellator_lucis]

[The Warrior has absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but he can give you the short spiel.]

We are in a world called 'Vertiline', brought here with the hopes that we will help the inhabitants to fight against the monsters attacking them.

[This guy...isn't freaking out over the loss of anything, but it never hurts to give a little extra information.]

If you require a weapon, there is an armory in the temple. Any magical abilities have been sealed, but there is a possibility that they may be returned.

[That's everything, right?]

[infernaldork]

They brought me here to fight?

[Wait. That sounds all wrong.]

They brought me here to fight?

[Oh God -- Mother, Uncle, Aunt, Cousin - whichever comes closest to the Christian concept.]

No, that's not right. You have the wrong twin. Fiona could help you fight! All I can do is play music.

[You'd think, in the name of sibling rivalry, Eliot would be smug that he was picked over his sister.

Not in this case. All he can think of is how much better a fighter she is.]

How does one social

[bellator_lucis]

[Oh, help. How does one deal with panic?]

I am not the one responsible for bringing you here.

[Quick, Warrior, say something helpful!]

Perhaps your presence here is a mistake.

[Smooth.]

+ overprotective father figure, go!

[agreatdeceiver]

Excuse you. Eliot is many things, but mistake is only occasionally one of them.

[infernaldork]

Immortals?

[Eliot decides it's safe to say that, because while he is sure that Uncle Aaron could beat any sports team and Uncle Henry might be eclectic enough to enjoy superheroes, neither descriptor really works for the League.]

[infernaldork]

[Curiosity getting the better of him... abort, abort, before you look like a dork!]

You know a League of Superheroes?

[Too late. RIP Eliot's chance of not being a dork.]