[The sound comes on with a small click, and there isn't too long before Ikutsuki starts to speak, his tone fascinated:]
Siren's Port, Canada. The year is 2010. We have all been brought from different places and different times, by methods unknown. One might wonder what to make of it all. Personally, I find this occurrence fascinating and one that
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[Translation: what is wrong with you people.]
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Different strokes, different folks, I guess.
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You too, Chairman? [Not that. He has to ask, with those puns.] I'm sure you can find better coats someplace, but they don't take yen here.
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Intriguing. [And yet, he doesn't specify what, exactly, he finds so intriguing.]
Yes, I figured if this place was modelling itself after Canada, it would use different currency. Are the coats particularly expensive? At least there's still time before winter will truly start to settle in.
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....What is?
And far as I can tell it ain't modeled after the place so much as is Canada. And I ain't... so good with the whole conversion thing. I figure it'll run you anywhere from fifty to a couple hundred dollars, or whatever. I've just been wearing mine from back home.
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And don't you find the entire situation a little intriguing? Don't tell me you expected something like this to happen!
[Especially because he's pretty sure you're Shinjiro Aragaki now, and you know. Dead.]
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Ikutsuki. Ikutsuki's here.
A hand instinctively tightens around her naginata in anger and then she relaxes, closing her eyes. She finds a safe place to hang out and turns on her NV properly to investigate this.]
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My name's Arisato, Ikutsuki-san. Minako Arisato.
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I've been practicing that one for a while, actually.
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