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[Richter walks back onto the Plane, running a hand through his hair and looking a little less composed than the last time he walked onto the Plane. In fact, he looked like someone who's just had to sit through a few hours worth of bickering ('Spiteful Tenebrae' indeed) and he was going to kill the idiot who thought to put something like that on the floors. Considering Richter's situation back in Aselia, there was only one way the act of vandalism could have found it's way into the Ginunngagap]

[he's heading towards the kitchen, intent on getting something to drink and muttering irritably to himself]


How does he even put up with that Centurion...?

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana was in the kitchens, but when she heard what this person said, she was surprised. He didn't look like he was from Rome.] Forgive me, but did you say 'Centurion'? As in the Roman officers?

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[he snaps to attention quickly enough] ...?

No. [a pause] I think we're talking about two entirely different subjects.

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[a quick, apologetic smile] My apologies. It's rare enough to hear a term I'm familiar with here.

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[Oh yes. Grumpy redheads. Guy is familiar with the breed. The outfit gives him half a second's pause--it resembles the preferred style of a certain tasteless God General--but he understands the muttering well enough. If not the exact context, enough to guess just on sheer speculation.]

Rough day?

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Don't apologize. This place doesn't seem the type to follow the rules of our own worlds... [he stops to think for a second]

'Centurions' were titles for officers where you're from?

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[suddenly, Johnny Young Bosch a blond. At least it's not Emil or Aster, Richter isn't sure how to explain it to either of them]

... You could say that. [/prickly]

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Yes, from before Rome fell. [She realises that it's very likely he doesn't know what Rome is.] Rome is a city state on a nearby continent. It once had a great army and an empire that reached as far as the kingdoms where I come from. Before its decline, Centurions were officers of the infantry.

[explains]

[He will Johnny Yong Bro at you Richter!!! Guy is mostly immune to prickly, and instead heads to the fridge.]

Then I won't ask. Hungry?

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[he absorbs his information like any good researcher should. ... Officers in the infantry, huh?]

Hmph. That's a far cry from the Centurions that I know. [they're probably not as chatty as Tenebrae, for one]

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[a moment to stare at Guy like he's nuts and then;]

I can get a drink on my own. ['No, I'm not hungry']

[explains]

[Because he is. But he just shrugs and helps himself to a few ingredients in the fridge. Time to whip up a snack.]

Didn't say otherwise. What's your name?

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Do you just make it a point to have conversations with random people you come across?

[explains]

Only the grumpy, anti-social ones.

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[Emil steps out from behind the door of the fridge and spots someone he knows.]

Richter?

[... Well, this is awkward.]

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[if looks could kill] So someone has kindly chosen to remind me of already. Do you people have nothing better to do?

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[Morgana links her fingers neatly before her.] They are not soldiers?

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[It may not be the smartest idea, sneaking up on Richter that is. Aster can't help trying to take that grumpy look off his face. With a snack in hand, he figures his friend must have spotted him off in the corner with a big smile on his face already. That realization doesn't stop him from attempting to sneak up behind him, in fact, it may even have sealed his desire to do so.

He's quiet when he first walks up behind him and then speaks up once he reaches to poke Richter's shoulder.]

Aqua?

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If I had to place them in an army, I'd call them something like generals. They themselves don't normally fight.

... [an amused noise] Would this be considered one of those 'lost in translation' moments?

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[speak of the devil-!!]

Emil.

[stoic expression go]

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[Richter all but jumps, spinning around and looking like he's about to cast a spell-]

...

[oh, it's just Aster]

No, not her. [she's irritating in a way Richter can deal with, for one]

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It would seem so. At the least, we are not speaking languages we do not know, unable to use our own. I don't know how these translations work, but I am glad it leads to as few mistakes as it does.

[Remembering herself, she bows, slight and polite.] I am Morgana.

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Small miracles on this plane.

[at her bow, he just nods] Richter. [awkward pause] It's nice to meet you.

[explains]

[Guy wisely refrains from laughing at the glare. Well if this isn't really familiar.]

Mm. [Noncommittal answer. He probably shouldn't tease men he doesn't even know.]

Dunno who else you were talking to but I'm taking a break from "better things to do". What about you?

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[he looks skeptical, but it doesn't sound like Guy has any idea about the graffiti]

Getting away from an insufferable mutt. [now if you'll excuse him, he's got tea to make]

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[--and he shall appear?]

Ah-- sorry, am I in the way? [He steps away from the fridge, smiling awkwardly.] I was just about to make something to eat, if you're hungry.

[Didn't they talk about this?]