[Log] my name is no one [Week 1. Day 4]

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Who: Lelouch and Balthier
Where/When: Kusasato - Week 1, Day 4
Status: Closed/Ask!
Style: Third Person Present
Rating: PG
Warnings: Derpery, manriness, my-airships-are-totally-cooler-than-your-airships, etc.

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A sky pirate rises from the hills, his gun resting on his shoulder. (He's adventuring, wandering through the plains, gun-ready at any unexpected threat. Without the ears of a Vierra, he's at a disadvantage.) He is relieved to see some life is this village in the form of a rather skinny looking boy. The clothes he wears is modern, or so Balthier supposes. It sparks a hope in him, wishing for Lelouch's world to be compatible with his own. In any case, Balthier is there to gather information.

"Ah, Lelouch, I presume?" He speaks like fine wine flows from his lips.
(So full of himself. Of course it's Lelouch.)
He looks down, the tall shadow of him covering the other completely. He shifts, bending his neck away from the steamline of sun to hit Lelouch's eyes.

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Lelouch turns to see a much taller man blocking the sun; as he shifts, Lelouch squints against the light suddenly striking his eyes again. He nods to the man.

"You presume correctly. Balthier," he says, pronouncing his name carefully.

Lelouch nods towards the large gun Balthier carries. "I see they have guns in your world," he observes. Lelouch pulls open his light jacket just enough to show the butt of a pistol peeking out from an inside pocket. "That appears to be one thing we share."

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Balthier glances at the small pistol, paying little heed to it. Instead, his hope is sparked further- a flame of truth perhaps? He is excited and daring, ready to take in the air, however wary he may be.

"And what else, I wonder?"
He speculates with scrutiny.

There are many things he doesn't know about this world and all of these mysteries are about to come to life. Nonetheless, he starts small, sitting beside Lelouch in the grass and taking in the sun.

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Lelouch replaces his jacket - though the sun is warm, the air is a bit chilly. Balthier has confidence, curiosity, a love of the unknown, it seems.

"I wonder." Lelouch glances over as Balthier sits down. "For starters, does your world have anything on the same level as these Hitomi?" He holds his up as an example.

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The sky pirate peers at the Hitomi, noting the specific way it copies his own- or perhaps the way his copies Lelouch's.

"As far as communication devices go, letters and airship messages are about it. My world is nowhere near as advanced as viewing others' dreams or any of the sort. It's highly complicated-- not at all like the rest of this world." His eyes lift to take in his surroundings- the chill of the air musing his hair. It's a third-world country; a village! But he is excited, the stirring of adreniline sinks into his blood, overflowing the rich, Archadian glare with endless stories upon the clouds of dreams.

He turns back to Lelouch, questioning evenly, "Does your world hold anything quite like this?"

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Lelouch nods. "With the exception of the dream-viewing, our technology is roughly on the same level - or even higher than - this device. In fact, they're almost exactly like the phones we carry at home. And you're right. These Hitomi seem incredibly out of place with the rest of this world's development. Villages like this haven't existed for hundreds of years where I come from, yet these Hitomi exist here."

Lelouch is not quite as boyishly excited as Balthier; his eyes aren't fixed on the sky, but somewhere beyond it - calculating, piecing things together.

"You have airships, yet are limited to sending letters?" he asks. "How? What do they run on?"