Oh, it is the other one greeting people this week.
Teja walks up and nods to Miniver. He's used to turning up for those weekly meetings, getting tea, talking to one or two attendant and then going away without any unseemly soul-baring, now.
"Hey, if you ever see a guy who looks like me in 20 years, ask him. But I dunno if I've ever come here from then. Can't remember the future, you see." He grins.
"Oh." He chuckles. "I meant like, other visions and stuff. It'd be cool to have that power. I might, someday. I can't do it yet. Maybe in like ten years."
"In my life," Teja says, "I only ever saw the death of those I loved, and destruction of all we cared for. Here, I saw the future of my people; I saw them prosper."
"Neither -- we're just not one people anymore. Most people where I come from have parents whose parents were born in all kinds of different countries, all over Europe. My country, America, is where everyone went who was unhappy with their lives and fortunes in the rest of the world. There's black people, white people, Spanish people, English people, your descendents, Russian, Asian, Middle-Eastern, Spanish, South American, Native American, EVERYWHERE. Where I lived, there were mostly a lot of Irish, like me, and Italians, and some Jews, and others. There's probably more mixed up ancestry than there are folks like me, who can trace both sides of the family back to just one country."
"Oh, but that was always the way of men!" Teja says. "On our wanderings over the centuries, men would join us in the countries that we crossed; we would intermarry and accept adventuresome strangers into our people. Men could become Goths for the right reasons, and if our leaders would have them."
[[OOC: For once, chosing historical fact over slightly one-sided canon here; say sorry, old Felix Dahn, we know better now than you did in your day...]]
Teja walks up and nods to Miniver. He's used to turning up for those weekly meetings, getting tea, talking to one or two attendant and then going away without any unseemly soul-baring, now.
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"Hey, if you ever see a guy who looks like me in 20 years, ask him. But I dunno if I've ever come here from then. Can't remember the future, you see." He grins.
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Neither is quite plausible to him.
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[[OOC: For once, chosing historical fact over slightly one-sided canon here; say sorry, old Felix Dahn, we know better now than you did in your day...]]
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