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Date & Time: Backdated to the week before the Uruguay mission, during timeswap.
Location: It's a whenever and wherever you want deal again!
Characters: Jacquese Foran & YOU
Summary: Jacquese is turned into his little acolyte self and is wandering around lost, come say hi.
Warnings: angry uncooperative mute child alert
[ In the compound and even outside of it, a young boy can be found walking around. A boy that might seem familiar to some. Jacquese, even without his horns and his monk robes, can still be quite recognizable. His hair is much shorter, but still long enough to be in a ponytail and the scar across his nose is still there too. The most notable differences were of course that he was much smaller and younger, looking to be about 15 years old, and the permanent scowl he was wearing on his face.
Waking up in a strange place and then being surrounded by people he'd never seen before with no familiar face in sight had been very disconcerting and it hadn't taken Jacquese long at all to decide he wanted out. He'd much rather be in the dreary Prontera Church than here, wherever 'here' was. With that in mind he'd set out to find a way out and regardless of what people told him, he kept looking. People, especially adults, couldn't be trusted after all. Father Remiel had said he'd always be there for him and where was he now? Not where Jacquese needed him, obviously.
So he sulkily keeps wandering around, getting lost and frankly not giving a shit about it. He has a mace if he gets anywhere where he needs to defend himself so he's sure he'll be just fine. ]
Location: It's a whenever and wherever you want deal again!
Characters: Jacquese Foran & YOU
Summary: Jacquese is turned into his little acolyte self and is wandering around lost, come say hi.
Warnings: angry uncooperative mute child alert
[ In the compound and even outside of it, a young boy can be found walking around. A boy that might seem familiar to some. Jacquese, even without his horns and his monk robes, can still be quite recognizable. His hair is much shorter, but still long enough to be in a ponytail and the scar across his nose is still there too. The most notable differences were of course that he was much smaller and younger, looking to be about 15 years old, and the permanent scowl he was wearing on his face.
Waking up in a strange place and then being surrounded by people he'd never seen before with no familiar face in sight had been very disconcerting and it hadn't taken Jacquese long at all to decide he wanted out. He'd much rather be in the dreary Prontera Church than here, wherever 'here' was. With that in mind he'd set out to find a way out and regardless of what people told him, he kept looking. People, especially adults, couldn't be trusted after all. Father Remiel had said he'd always be there for him and where was he now? Not where Jacquese needed him, obviously.
So he sulkily keeps wandering around, getting lost and frankly not giving a shit about it. He has a mace if he gets anywhere where he needs to defend himself so he's sure he'll be just fine. ]
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( Collette brings herself to a stop in her wheelchair after having watched one of the people who stood out just enough in the crowds to mark him as other for a while. He looks familiar, but she's not sure she can pin it down right now -- she offers the other teen a friendly smile along with her genuine curiosity.
She glances at the mace he carries, then back to his face. Interesting choice in security blanket. Most people went with guns from the appropriate century, marking him as one of those from either a less fortunate one, or one further in the past.
Though she really shouldn't assume! )
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There's still a moment of indecision as he glances away, biting his lip and hooking his thumb around the strap that holds the mace in place on his back, before he makes up his mind and finally looks back at her.
The glare lessens a little as he holds out his hand imperiously, fully expecting her to give her own. ]
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If you insist!
( She says at last, lips twitching into an amused smile as she gives him her hand. What, is he going to pull her along? No way is this guy going to do the knightly thing. )
There's something to be said about showing over telling.
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Although his entire demeanor is rough, the way he handles her hand is surprisingly gentle as he turns it in his own so her palm is facing upwards. He lets go of the strap so he can trace out the letters on her palm with his other hand, carefully spelling: O - U - T. ]
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Out? That was out, I think. But out of the Hold, or out of the island? One I can help you with.
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He clenched his teeth to suppress his frustration, shaking his head at 'Hold' and nodding at the island bit, before tracing out H-O-M-E and looking at her expectantly. It better be the island one she could help him with.]
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That was either HOME or HONE, and this is starting to tickle! Okay, one moment, let me get something you can really write with.
( It's just her tablet, but she waits for him to relinquish her hand before twisting around to unzip her satchel and rummage through it. )
The way we get home is kind of unpredictable. We don't have direct control over it, but it happens for most people in a matter of days, or weeks, or months.
( So far it's not been able to be years. She tugs her tablet free, pressing the button to load the screen. A few taps brings her into a notepad program, keyboard visible on screen. )
This works like a slate, only you press the letters you want to make them show up right here. Want to try this out?
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Jacquese drops her hand with a scowl and again is sorely tempted to just drop the issue and leave, but then she's finally answering the question ... and he's not liking that answer very much. Before he can show just how displeased he is though, she's produced the "something to write with" and it sufficiently distracts him.
He'd seen the device before in the room he'd woken up in, but he hadn't paid any attention to it then so he could only frown skeptically as she explained it. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before and he's still not entirely convinced when he reaches out to tap a random letter and see what it does. ]
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The big long button with nothing on it works as a spacer.
( Collette says, holding two fingers up to indicate the rough size of the space bar. )
It lets you put the spaces between words like when we normally write.
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Once he finds it, he taps it to see for himself and since it works, he actually considers what to write with it. If the way back home was that unreliable, the only other thing he could ask about was the next best thing ... ]
father remiel
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She shakes her head. )
I haven't heard of a Father Remiel. Is he part of a church? We can search the tags for him, see if he's listed on network. Is there anyone else you want to look for at the same time?
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He shakes his head at the last question before tapping out the answers to the previous ones on the tablet. ]
prontera church must find
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( She does look apologetic. )
What happens if we can't find it?
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He takes a breath and then actually takes more time to type out what he means. ]
father remiel from prontera church its home want to find father remiel
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Right, sorry, I should have guessed! Let me look and see if I can find his name for you.
( There's always that chance. If she gets the tablet in return, she'll flick her fingers over the surface, bringing up the simple search interface.
It's not going to bring him news he'll like, so she searches the archives as well. )
I'm not seeing his name listed here.
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The answer she gives him isn't actually all that surprising, but Jacquese remained rather visibly skeptical about the whole thing. How would the device even know who was here in the first place? Did it know he was here too and if so, how?
To convey the question, he points at it, then to the girl and himself before making a grand gesture to indicate their surroundings, or rather everyone in here, and he tilts his head questioningly with a frown. ]
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( Collette bites down on her lower lip. How to convey this properly? )
Did you hear how we're brought here? ( Waiting for a nod or shake, confirmation or denial. )
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He doesn't particularly feel like telling anyone his name, but he did really want to know more about what the device knew.
So, after a small internal debate, he motions for her to hand the tablet to him. ]
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We were all transported here from different places. We're not even on any of the same worlds that we used to be.
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jacquese foran how
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But all the same, he hands her back the device before crossing his arms and watching her with a troubled frown. ]
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See? There's your name. If you wanted to see if you'd written anything on a tablet like this, you could press on your name and it'd show you.
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He simultaneously takes a step back as he mouths monk? in shock. ]
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Not the career path you though you were going to take, huh? You seem pretty happy about it. You know, when you're older. Ugh, look, I'm sorry, this isn't supposed to be the freak-you-out olympics! Some people are more okay learning about their future selves than others.
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