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[aphorise]

Characters: aphorise and vatheon
Location: Plaza
Time: April 8, early evening
Style: Either
Status: Open

[The plaza is quiet today -- as quiet as it can be, anyway, given the current situation. Of course, that means something should break the momentary peace which has settled after this long, long week.

That something is an alvarezsaurus who bursts into the

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[sweeperesque]

[. . .

They got stranger each time, really. Still though, she had to give it to this guy. He's got style.

This is where she butts in-]

Before that, shouldn't you change before you catch a cold?

[aphorise]

[He turns his head in the direction of the voice. The dinosaur stops moving, to its credit.

Then he lets out a confident "hah."]

They'll dry soon enough. Your words are well-founded, but I won't catch anything from the cold.

[sweeperesque]

[... hm. Stubborn.]

Well... they do say that idiots can't catch colds, but for some reason, I don't think that's what you meant.

[A quick word to one of the natives and she receives a towel, one that she tosses to him.]

Why in such a hurry?

[aphorise]

Isn't that obvious?

[His eye narrows slightly, and he uncrosses his arms to catch the towel with one hand.]

Why I'm in a hurry is my business.

[The towel hangs by his side as he lowers his arm. He doesn't use it, yet. Fine, he'll throw her a bone.]

I'm taking a look around.

[sweepered]

[Well, the dinosaurs parading about has convinced Train to stick to the roofs for transportation, so that's where he currently is as he dangles his legs over the edge.]

After that what?

[aphorise]

[Don't be a pansy, Train.]

Aah?

[He glances up. Then, in a matter-of-fact fashion,]

Nothing that concerns you.

[sweepered]

[Hey, it's convenient, okay. :T]

Sure, but that doesn't mean I'm not curious!

[aphorise]

. . . Hah! Good.

[He likes that answer, which is inclination enough for him to share a bit.]

I'm just taking a look around. After that, I'll have to start searching.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Well, that's a pretty dramatic way to make an entrance. The actual sight of seeing someone ride a dinosaur is not so unusual after the past week, but the speed of the creature is, not to mention the way this new arrival rides. It demonstrates some incredible balance.]

[Mitsuhide's gaze flickers to the man's helmet. It's... familiar, sort of. He thinks for a moment before calling out.]

I'm afraid that searching for a way out will prove fruitless, if that's what you are doing. There are none to be found, my Lord.

[aphorise]

Aah?

[He turns his head, spotting the source of the voice, while the dinosaur stays put. Does this man know who he is, or is the type to address everyone as "lord"? Either way, there's nothing telling on this man. Masamune has no clue who this is, so for now he assumes the former. He smirks.]

I wouldn't dream of leaving yet. The exit's my second priority.

[wavesoakedlegs]

It is not worth considering it any sort of priority, at least not right now. The powers that brought us here do not give us any opportunity to return home by our own will; we leave when they choose.

[Mitsuhide takes a closer look. The eyepatch, the crescent helmet... together, very iconic. It's not the Date Masamune he knows of, but surely a Masamune. He is definitely older than the one just coming to power back in his world, but that means little in Vatheon.]

You are dokuganryū, I believe?

[aphorise]

[His eye narrows at the explanation. However, he momentarily puts his thoughts on the matter to a side, instead focusing on the second matter at hand. Masamune doesn't give the question a straight answer, as his own should be affirmation enough.]

Who's asking?