Japan is lovely this time of year. This is obvious from the view revealed when the door opens this time: a panorama of temperate forest and mountainside farmland, stepped in tiers to maximise usable land
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Syal still hasn't figured out what's wrong with the bar, but eventually ordered lunch from a waitrat instead; she's finishing it at a table when Kensei enters.
The man, when he tkaes off his mask, is tall, caucasian, and speaks with a regionally vague English accent. He stares at the bar, then at the door behind him, then at the bar, then at the woman addressing him.
"Though it's a welcome change to hear someone speaking English, I must say."
Puzzled, Syal shakes her head. She doesn't know enough about Earth to recognise even the name of the language.
"--but I think the bar must translate. I guess it's silly to assume people from different worlds just happened to speak the same language. Oh -- this is Milliways," she adds. "It's, uh. It's special."
Even if the armor does change over the next centuries, it's sort of hard to miss the certain sounds it makes. Not to mention the rush of smells the petite Japanese woman is used to. Inari's head snaps towards the door from being mid-drink of a cup of tea, bright blue eyes widening as the armored man steps through the door.
That's not anyone from her pack and her door is still not there. This was going to be interesting.
That makes Inari blink a few times still slightly stunned at seeing a samurai in the bar. When the man addresses her she offers him a respectful bow in return. His Japanese isn't bad though the dilect is quite different than what she is used to in 1468. All the kami can do is beam at the new arrival.
"You speak the language of my home quiet well, good sir," she replies in English, letting a little sly fox-like smile slide upon her face. When she speaks again it is in Japanese, "Welcome to Milliways. Come. Join me for some tea? sake?"
Nearby, there's another man. Not quite as tall, but just as blond. His head jerks up at the newcomer's comment, and coughs slightly. There's a little girl on his lap with bright red hair, and she laughs as he shifts.
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She watches him for a second and smiles.
"Not what you were expecting, huh?"
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The man, when he tkaes off his mask, is tall, caucasian, and speaks with a regionally vague English accent. He stares at the bar, then at the door behind him, then at the bar, then at the woman addressing him.
"Though it's a welcome change to hear someone speaking English, I must say."
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Puzzled, Syal shakes her head. She doesn't know enough about Earth to recognise even the name of the language.
"--but I think the bar must translate. I guess it's silly to assume people from different worlds just happened to speak the same language. Oh -- this is Milliways," she adds. "It's, uh. It's special."
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He repeats the word simply in order to taste it in his mouth, though now his confusion is deeper, bordering on worry.
"What manner of special is it?"
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Even if the armor does change over the next centuries, it's sort of hard to miss the certain sounds it makes. Not to mention the rush of smells the petite Japanese woman is used to. Inari's head snaps towards the door from being mid-drink of a cup of tea, bright blue eyes widening as the armored man steps through the door.
That's not anyone from her pack and her door is still not there. This was going to be interesting.
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His helmet removed, the gaijin flashes a charming smile, and bows respectfully.
"[Greetings, charming lady]," he says, in almost accentless Japanese.
[OOC: which is where the mun apologises for knowing less about Japanese culture than Tim Kring does about evolution *clings to the internet*]
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That makes Inari blink a few times still slightly stunned at seeing a samurai in the bar. When the man addresses her she offers him a respectful bow in return. His Japanese isn't bad though the dilect is quite different than what she is used to in 1468. All the kami can do is beam at the new arrival.
"You speak the language of my home quiet well, good sir," she replies in English, letting a little sly fox-like smile slide upon her face. When she speaks again it is in Japanese, "Welcome to Milliways. Come. Join me for some tea? sake?"
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Kensei's happy to be lazy, where language is concerned.
He grins widely at the offer and approaches her table boldly. "A little sake would go down perfectly."
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"Welcome."
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But still,
"Thank you," he says cheerfully, a bottle of sake now firmly in hand. "You serve excellent sake here."
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"You don't quite match your outfit there, mate."
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"Oh!" Kensei laughs. "You're refering to my armour? I've been living in Japan for a while now. It's a delighful country."
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