Shizuo had never really paid much visit to the church. He only happened to stop by because it was along the way back from getting some more milk. Though really what made him stop to look in that direction was the huge guy standing in front of it.
Titus looked down at Shizuo, looking more than a little confused. "Yes... I would like to know the name of the place. I think I understand why I'm here, but I don't think I understand the iconography of this church at all." He gestures towards the Church of Roses with an elaborately armored gauntlet. His voice was deep, a bit too deep for human register, but for the moment the tone was soft. Titus looked somehow vulnerable despite being cased in war-plate.
"I'm sorry...." The huge man blinks a few times, a faint clicking noise emanating from him as he does so.
"A dream world you say. I see. And what is.. Christian? Some sort of heresy? I mean, I am not a member of the Ecclesiarchy myself, so I'm not schooled in that sort of thing."
Titus' accent is vaguely British-sounding, rather odd for a man from a world that wears armor with such an obvious Roman influence, but there you are.
Having been given the go-ahead to do some scouting on his own during his rounds with Zack and the General (provided he did not stray too far into unsavory territory), Larsa would be not too far from the church in Espoir now. He kept his foot steps light, as he'd been instructed to, in order to hear any strange or oncoming noises.
One such noise did catch his ear, from up ahead. None too subtle, either. The bright face of the clock mingled with the sheen of the moonlight and in combination, they glossed over the sizable bulk of the... thing... up ahead, striking it an impressive feature. Much assured as he drew closer that the noise was words, and therefore the hulking mass hume or at least sentient, Larsa called out softly, "Hello?"
The Space Marine looked down at Lasra, his expression taking on a surprised cast. "A Juve... I have not seen one of you in some time."
He kneeled, his armor making a heavy clank as he takes a knee before Larsa, trying to meet him eye to eye, or close enough. "Good evening, Mortal. I intend you no harm."
Head tilting at the word 'Juve'; perhaps some form of military slang for 'a juvenile'? This was his best summation, though he'd learned better than to rely on mere guesswork in defining the words used in this place by its colorful inhabitants...; Larsa stood his ground, hands clasping lightly at his front when the man knelt and greeted him.
'Mortal' was another word that made him curious... but these were questions for a latter time.
"Good evening." He gave in reply, smiling openly. "Rest assured, I mean no harm either. Merely, I was on patrol and heard you speaking. You are perhaps-- new here?" He ventured, the plethora of little clues to this effect adding up to this.
Despite his imposing stature, he felt no immediate intimidation. After all, he looked so very like a Judge; his presence was therefore nostalgic, in a sense.
Titus managed a smile back, mostly mirroring the young fellow's expresion, and said, "There is little harm you could likely do me in the first place.... but you said you were on patrol? Are you a member of the PDF, then? I understand defense forces tend to recruit quite young members, but still, this seems somewhat excessive."
He nods, when queried about his status as a newcomer, "This place is most strange to me. In some ways it is a bit nostalgic though. It reminds me of the planet I grew up on."
For his part, Titus felt mostly confusion about the strangely confident little boy. He was used to children reacting to him with reverence or wonder. This boy is treating him as an equal, or someone to be assisted. The sensation was... intriguing him.
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"You're in Somarium...some kind of dream world. This village is called Espoir. As for that church..."
Shizuo turned to it curiously. "No idea. Looks Christian based though."
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"A dream world you say. I see. And what is.. Christian? Some sort of heresy? I mean, I am not a member of the Ecclesiarchy myself, so I'm not schooled in that sort of thing."
Titus' accent is vaguely British-sounding, rather odd for a man from a world that wears armor with such an obvious Roman influence, but there you are.
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One such noise did catch his ear, from up ahead. None too subtle, either. The bright face of the clock mingled with the sheen of the moonlight and in combination, they glossed over the sizable bulk of the... thing... up ahead, striking it an impressive feature. Much assured as he drew closer that the noise was words, and therefore the hulking mass hume or at least sentient, Larsa called out softly, "Hello?"
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He kneeled, his armor making a heavy clank as he takes a knee before Larsa, trying to meet him eye to eye, or close enough. "Good evening, Mortal. I intend you no harm."
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'Mortal' was another word that made him curious... but these were questions for a latter time.
"Good evening." He gave in reply, smiling openly. "Rest assured, I mean no harm either. Merely, I was on patrol and heard you speaking. You are perhaps-- new here?" He ventured, the plethora of little clues to this effect adding up to this.
Despite his imposing stature, he felt no immediate intimidation. After all, he looked so very like a Judge; his presence was therefore nostalgic, in a sense.
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He nods, when queried about his status as a newcomer, "This place is most strange to me. In some ways it is a bit nostalgic though. It reminds me of the planet I grew up on."
For his part, Titus felt mostly confusion about the strangely confident little boy. He was used to children reacting to him with reverence or wonder. This boy is treating him as an equal, or someone to be assisted. The sensation was... intriguing him.
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