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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. ]

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[allsongs]

[it makes her limbs feel rather abuzz with undirected energy, bringing a trickle of laughter to her lips. he's so engrossed in magic himself – so very rare! especially here, where it is not just colors that are muted. rare, delightful, this sour-faced boy.

as for the question on his lips, she squints, mouth puckered for the moment she needs to parse the motions out.]

I know of no bard, silent man. I am Simmaeri, and I am to sing thousands of songs and speak thousands more words.

[combats]

[ The answer wasn't very surprising. Only men were bards after all, but she definitely didn't look like one of the scantily-clad dancers, so bard had been the only thing he could think of. The answer he does get tells him who she is, but not what she is and that's what Jacquese was trying to find out.

He mouths I before pointing at himself and then mouthing acolyte as he gestured to the clothing he was wearing, an indicative of what he was and one that the people seemed to lack around here. He then pointed to Simmaeri as he asks what are you? ]

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[acolyte. her eyes narrow again, mouthing the word after he does, placing sounds there in memory.]

You have words I do not know.

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[ Jacquese frowns deeply at that. Never having heard of acolytes before? That was ... very strange. Surely she would know of priests, priests were— priests. Everyone knew about them. Granted, everyone knew about acolytes too where he'd come from, but ...

He makes a cross out of his hands in front of him, close to his chest, before mouthing priest. ]

[allsongs]

[again, she takes her time piecing the word together. priest.]

I do not know this word in the English. Priest [she says it with a bit of a roll in the r] is in Olve, a place for water. Priestt [instead, heavy emphasis on a tutt sound at the end.] is in travel tongues for water on metal.

I know the sound for many things.

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[ Jacquese could only continue to frown in confusion and slight astonishment. Neither the things she says really make sense to him, they're not (what he can assume she means) languages he's ever heard of at least.

In a last ditch effort to try and convey what he means, he points up, indicating the sky, before putting his hands together in prayer. ]

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[that did the trick: Simmaeri's eyebrows lifted, her mouth pursed with some unsung sound.]

Are you a man for gods, then?

[combats]

[ Finally! Jacquese nods in confirmation before carefully spelling out with his fingers:

O - D - I - N and then pointing up again. ]

[allsongs]

Oh, dee, eye, enh. [she says each as he spells, her gaze flickering from his hands to his face to ensure she was getting them right. truth be told, writing was so very low on her list of priorities...

she lets out a soft sigh, sitting back for a moment.] Man-of-god, what sort of god leaves your face so unhappy? Is it the god at all?

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[ Jacquese shakes his head at that, but then pauses as he actually considers it. Had Odin done this? That hardly seems likely, as far as he was taught the gods hadn't directly interfered with the world for a while now.

But it wasn't like Odin was making him unhappy, it was this place. He wanted to go home. He makes a gesture to indicate that, waving his hand at their surroundings before his frown intensified. ]