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"--surutoki noufu wo kougeki suru!"
The man who walks through the door is already in the clothing of 1905, waistcoat and all, though his jacket is off and his shirtsleeves are rolled up. He's half turned to finish his remark to someone outside; he sounds thoroughly annoyed.
Epimetheus turns to the bar as he pulls the door shut with a little more force than necessary -- and blinks.
"What the hell is this doing here?"
His voice is different, too. He sounds like he's been spending time in Britain, or at least around Englishmen.
The man who walks through the door is already in the clothing of 1905, waistcoat and all, though his jacket is off and his shirtsleeves are rolled up. He's half turned to finish his remark to someone outside; he sounds thoroughly annoyed.
Epimetheus turns to the bar as he pulls the door shut with a little more force than necessary -- and blinks.
"What the hell is this doing here?"
His voice is different, too. He sounds like he's been spending time in Britain, or at least around Englishmen.