[Hey, what's that old lady doing on the scre- oh it's just Theresa. Hoodless at the moment, actually with the 'gear mostly pointed at hood in question. She... well, she doesn't really look as spooky as the mysterious hooded look would actually suggest under there. Dark brownish red hair streaked with a few hints of silver, a pair of hooped earrings
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Ah, yes-- those ghost-like creatures have a tendency to be annoying. Particularly when your moves are unable to hit them, as it seems to be the case with my only companion. [ Gawd Mareep u suck. ]
I would offer my own, but I am only on route 29 at the moment. I do hope you find somebody who will lend you a spare.
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[This gastly? Sad enough to even make Theresa pity it.]
Thankfully, someone has stopped by. With this and some luck, we should be able to avoid any more unnecessary encounters.
[Because this was just embarrassing.]
So, you are en-route to Cherrygrove now? Do you still consider yourself a skeptic, Doctor?
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[ Truthfully, he did. Not as much as he had before, but he refuses to keep a completely open mind towards this whole area. ] Yes; and, unfortunately, it is as taxing on my energy as I had thought it would be. The ledges that appear around here are not the most favorable to stumble across, I am afraid. As to the skepticism, I do believe I am; though not to the extent as when I arrived.
There are simply some things I cannot possibly begin to fathom as being true. Though I suppose I shall 'come around to the idea' once I stay here long enough.
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[Yeeeeaaaah those ledges are a bitch. She really kind of doesn't why the fuck those even have to exist.] Perhaps you may eventually come across a creature capable of carrying you. As a warning, you will find nothing of the sort on your way to Violet. [At least, not in their current forms anyway. Nothing but bugs and rats.]
Hm... What was your home like, Doctor Lecter? Surely there were theories about other worlds. Every time and every culture has one, whether it be based in science or in mythology. It was not so uncommon in my home for worlds to interact, cross over. It is a somewhat easier concept for me to grasp.
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He pauses a moment at the question, trying to find the right words to describe his home. And, of course, he didn't want to describe what had been his home for all those years after Will had caught him. He'll just keep it as vague as possible. ] It was certainly nothing like this world, or your own -- outside of the popular fiction, of course. There was greed, corruption, murder, incompetence; a definite evil, a definite good, and a morally gray neutral. There was always a battle between science and religion, right and wrong, the corrupt and those who wished to stop them.
It was not a bad world, nor an ideal world, but it was what I had grown used to. In the real world -- outside of fantasy -- there were no superpowers, magical creatures, or 'crossing over', as you said.
Ah, I'm sorry, I do not quite know how to explain my world to you, Theresa. It is not something I've ever had the need to do.
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People rarely change from world to world, at least by way of morality. [Though if you're unfortunate like Dib and herself? The stupid people to intelligent people ratio is badly skewed.]
I doubt there is a single existence without greed, corruption, murder or incompetence. Merely more or less of it.
Ah, but that is what I wished to know. So there is nothing of a fantastic nature in your home?
[She actually sounds somewhat curious about this.]
No magic, no creatures that defy scientific explanation? How interesting. Most of the population at home couldn't conceive of a world without hobbes and hollow men.
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