[Have the first person be an unsociable mage out on her usual grocery run. She's cutting through Espoir to save time when she spots a lump in the grass.
A lump wearing the trappings of a knight.
A scowl. Just what is it with knights and appearing out of nowhere now-a-days? They're seriously getting overrun.
Walking towards the lump nonchalantly, she glances over him in order to ascertain if she knows the guy or not, seeing as the armour is pretty familiar, but when his appearance doesn't ring any major bells (because, well, this is Rita we are talking about, and her name-face recognition sucks, to be frank), she simply begins walking off again.]
Hm? [He looks puzzled by the request for a moment, but then takes a few steps towards her. This...this is the famed mage he had spoken to not too long ago, right? But why was she here?]
[...] It's nice to see you again, as well. [He sighs. He's not complaining about being made to do the work, it's more over how rude and unexpected that was]
You mind telling me a little about this place we're walking around in?
[She shrugs. Walking~ She has no manners whatsoever.]
Why don't you start by telling me who you are? I mean, you obviously know me, so you're from my world, and you have the armour of a knight. But to be very honest, you look far too old to be one of Flynn's goons. Leaves me wondering.
[... Niren Fedrok? .... that sounds familiar. Sort of. Must be one of those knights from the capital. Probably met him during one of her annual reports.]
I wish I didn't. But this conversation is going to get confusing unless I put down some ground rules.
First of all, you're not on Terca Lumireis anymore.
Place called Somarium. It's apparently one of many dimensions. But don't quote me on that, seeing as I haven't found a way to actually test the validity of the statement.
[Somehow, Niren takes that paper despite holding all the groceries and gives the paper a scrutinizing look. Door repairs...? And it's for Flynn not-...oh, well he's not complaining]
Hm...all right. Should I dare to ask what happened?
A lump wearing the trappings of a knight.
A scowl. Just what is it with knights and appearing out of nowhere now-a-days? They're seriously getting overrun.
Walking towards the lump nonchalantly, she glances over him in order to ascertain if she knows the guy or not, seeing as the armour is pretty familiar, but when his appearance doesn't ring any major bells (because, well, this is Rita we are talking about, and her name-face recognition sucks, to be frank), she simply begins walking off again.]
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Hey, can you wait just a moment? Aren't you, Rita Mordio?
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Come closer.
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Hold this, and let's get going.
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You mind telling me a little about this place we're walking around in?
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Why don't you start by telling me who you are? I mean, you obviously know me, so you're from my world, and you have the armour of a knight. But to be very honest, you look far too old to be one of Flynn's goons. Leaves me wondering.
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I wish I didn't. But this conversation is going to get confusing unless I put down some ground rules.
First of all, you're not on Terca Lumireis anymore.
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An explanation is better than none. How did we come about to this place?
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[Walk walk walk. Her lab is in the distance! She thinks of something.]
And you know Flynn, I take it. Have you see him here yet?
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No, I haven't. I wasn't aware he was here until you mentioned it.
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[A shrug. She fishes something out of her satchel while she walks.]
Whatever. Give this to him when you see him.
[She hands over a slip of paper entitled 'Door Repairs', and a modest sum scribbled at the bottom right hand corner. A bill, it seems.]
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Hm...all right. Should I dare to ask what happened?
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