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[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[looking around himself warily, speaking in Common] ...Where did she go? [staring into the distance and trying not to look down] Hello? Can anyone hear me?

The Astral Plane, she said...it sounds like one of Charles' experiments. If he called this place here, I'm going to have words with him. He's not supposed to be looking for other dimensions anymore, not after the last incident.

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Russian

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's mostly just staring, but judging from the way he's acting, Jackie figures this might be a new person.]

I don't suppose you understand Russian, do you?

Common

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[a wary look at the intimidating man with dark mana so strong he can tell the element at a glance, who is speaking a strange, harsh language]

I'm sorry, I don't understand...

Russian

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Okay. He's used to that look, but that's usually because the people giving it to him knows who he is. So he gives Botta a bit of a calculating look]

Can't understand you. Sounds like English, but I don't know a lick of it. This is getting tired, fast.

[And then he tries to...(keyword "tries") to use sign language to ask "Do you understand me?"]

Common

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[He watches the gestures for a moment in apparent confusion, then deliberately shrugs with open hands, hopefully a universal gesture for 'I have no idea'.]

Unintentionally in Cat

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and throws his hands up into the air. He wasn't good with sign language, obviously.]

There has got to be an easier way to deal with this. Or any way at all.

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[And now Botta's looking at you very strangely, Jackie, because you just randomly started sounding like a cat.]

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[And he has only now realized it and...facepalm. And again, attempted sign language. "You heard nothing, got it?"]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Jackie. He's confused and wary, can't decide if you might be crazy or not, and understands not a word you're trying to communicate. Might as well be talking to a stone wall.]

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Takes a moment to try and think about how to tackle this. Obviously exchanging names would be impossible, so that was out of the picture. He obviously didn't speak Russian or Cat, so that vocal communications was out. And he wasn't doing to well with sign language. So what does he do?

Tries again. Sign language. This time a little slower and a little more thought out. "Are you new here?"]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't quite get it, but assuming here that 'you' is pretty universal. He points to himself, looks around exaggeratedly, then shrugs again. Yes, he's new.]

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Well, he got that. At least, Jackie thinks. After another moment, more miming of sorts. "You've got great timing." He hopes that, if it's understood, the sarcasm would speak for itself.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[A confused look for a moment, but then the basics seem to filter through and he nods agreement, with a slight sigh.]

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[He's going to make a note to try an actual discussion once he has his language back. But for now, a nod in return. He's got a lot he wants to say but...kind of hard to say it right now.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[And Botta has a lot of questions, generally about what and where this place is, and how he's supposed to get out of it, but the concepts are a bit too abstract to mime. He's looking around, though, obviously perplexed.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[N-no idea what this guy is saying, but he seems confused, so Ryotarou approaches. Attempts Fa'Dielian!]

Um... Are you.. new here?

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[frowns a bit, obviously not understanding, and speaks slowly and clearly]

Do you speak Common?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Still no comprehension, so Ryotarou thinks for a moment, then pulls out the notepad the Doctor gave him, taking a moment to doodle a couple of stick figures, each with two distinctly different types of squiggles over each person's head and some Fa'Dielian question marks to add to the image. Then he shows it to Botta and hopes it makes some sort of sense.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[It makes some sort of sense, but Botta already knew that they apparently speak different languages. He nods slightly to indicate such, watching Ryotarou's reactions carefully.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Yay! Message apparently received? So Ryotarou smiles a little, but then flips the page and draws the stick-people again, this time writing the Fa'Dielian words for 'One Language' large enough to go over everyone's head, then shows it to Botta. He tilts his head a little and gestures to the Plane.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[This takes him a moment longer, but after a moment of confusion, he nods a bit, then tilts his head in a questioning manner. What went wrong, then? It's like something out of an old story.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou shrugs a little, but then starts another doodle. This time the stick people are of all different heights, some with dresses and some with block-shirts. Off to the side are two identical height and clothed stick figures, and Ryotarou circles them before turning the paper around to Botta once more. He shrugs again.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[He stares at it in confusion for a long moment, before making the connection. Those odd twins in the shop that shouldn't have been there...is this somehow their doing? He looks at Ryotarou and nods hesitantly to show that he thinks he understands, apparently wishing he could ask somehow.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou sees the hesitancy and how Botta's apparently holding back from asking something... so he hands over the pen and pad for him?]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[He takes them carefully and attempts to sketch a small building on half the page, an arrow in the front door, and a pair of identical stick figures beside that, then turns with a questioning look to Ryotarou, hoping the query is clear enough.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... the twins from the shop? Yes, that's it! Nods!]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Nods, looking a bit grim. He doesn't like having his life messed with like this. He mimes looking around, then points to the twins again. Where are they?]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou glances around a bit, then shakes his head and shrugs. Who knows?]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[A deeper frown at this, but he nods in resignation, with a little bit of a sigh...then tries to figure out how to mime gratitude.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou only shrugs a little. He was just glad he could get the point across, even without any sort of common language between them.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Botta looks around a bit, wondering what comes next, and frowning somewhat. How is he going to get back?]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Blink... and a curious look. What's wrong now?]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[He takes a new page, and draws an approximation of a planet on it, then gestures to the plane, and points at himself, then at the drawing. How do we get home from here?]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Looks at it for a minute... Oh! Ryotarou nods a bit, then taps at his temple. Think about it, and... He pops off the Plane for about thirty seconds before coming back.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Botta looks very surprised at his ability to do this, but works it out after a moment, and vanishes briefly before popping back in and looking quite relieved at that.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Smiles for Botta.]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Smiles back, and bows very slightly from the waist, something he's seen Hiroshi do on occasion, since the kid looks sort of Mizuhoan.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ooh, something familiar. Ryotarou bows back, smiling still.]