[ happy saturday! on day two of this being trapped in a weird capsule hotel area, temenos can be found in the lobby, sitting with his little yellow rabbit phone in his hands. his brow is furrowed and he appears to be scrolling the phone.
... though it's with the look of someone who perhaps has never held a phone before in his entire life.
[ that does sound extremely funny actually. he sounds amused. ]
This sort of... thing is unfamiliar to me, but I rarely have the first instinct to put something in my mouth when I don't understand it. [ ochette ] Is this device a bit more familiar to you?
[ all for chaos. also he thinks ace is very funny.
but, ah! a name!! finally! he looks down at the phone, no longer called a box. we are Learning. ] Well - you've certainly got a leg up on me. I've never seen anything quite like it. Like the tiniest of libraries in your hands. I've a scholar friend who'd nearly be beside himself with it.
...Saya, right? I'm not sure we've had the chance to be acquainted. It's a pleasure.
Hmm... Like a dog. I wonder why that is. [the prinnies did this... woof woof.] It's nice to meet you, too, mister. If we're going by our code names, then you can call me "Beauty."
[said with a little smile, like there's a joke somewhere in there.]
[ curiosity in his tone there - there's a light amusement to it, and he tilts his head, clasping his hands together in front of himself. ] It's not an unfamiliar nickname, so color me curious. What makes a hound?
[ amusement flickers across his face immediately, because he liked both of those answers, actually? the first is familiar and funny for a variety of profile and non profile reasons, and the second - ]
Bravo, Saya. [ very good, very good. approving! ] Something quite like that, yes. I am the Inquisitor for the Church of the Sacred Flame. I investigate heresy and other sorts of crimes on behalf of the Pontiff - and thus, the ever so flattering nickname of the 'Pontiff's hound'.
[ he does not back off of this at all! he is an open book. kind of. an open book in another language. but he lets saya size him up, and hums, tilting his head back and forth as he considers his answer. ]
Oh, all sorts of things, some more heretical than others, some more strict than others... [ this is delivered very flippantly, almost with a sigh. like it is a shame that there are so many heretical things. ] Like most things in life, it ought to depend on your purview. Can't very well accuse someone of heresy when they've not known that they've done it.
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... though it's with the look of someone who perhaps has never held a phone before in his entire life.
help ]
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she still pauses to tilt her head at him, curious.]
Are you going to try and take a bite out of it, too?
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there is a slight pause as he realizes he has company, glancing up, and then, with a sort of suspended disbelief: ]
...Someone thought it was a snack? [ come on ]
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Yeah! It was pretty funny to watch.
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[ that does sound extremely funny actually. he sounds amused. ]
This sort of... thing is unfamiliar to me, but I rarely have the first instinct to put something in my mouth when I don't understand it. [ ochette ] Is this device a bit more familiar to you?
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[just let ace bite all the technology. it's fine.]
A little. They have cellphones in the world they took me from, but they weren't as advanced as these.
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[ all for chaos. also he thinks ace is very funny.
but, ah! a name!! finally! he looks down at the phone, no longer called a box. we are Learning. ] Well - you've certainly got a leg up on me. I've never seen anything quite like it. Like the tiniest of libraries in your hands. I've a scholar friend who'd nearly be beside himself with it.
...Saya, right? I'm not sure we've had the chance to be acquainted. It's a pleasure.
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Mhmm. And you're Temenos, right? I read your profile on the database.
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perhaps he will be more than willing to encourage this chaos in the future ]
That's correct. Or, 'the Hound', I suppose, if we're to use our silly codenames. [ his is stupid it's fine. ] It's a pleasure to meet you, dear.
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[said with a little smile, like there's a joke somewhere in there.]
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[ curiosity in his tone there - there's a light amusement to it, and he tilts his head, clasping his hands together in front of himself. ] It's not an unfamiliar nickname, so color me curious. What makes a hound?
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[lightly. that is not her real answer, though, and she taps her chin thoughtfully.]
Hounds are specifically hunting dogs. Are you a hunter of some kind? For the church?
[church sanctioned violence...]
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Bravo, Saya. [ very good, very good. approving! ] Something quite like that, yes. I am the Inquisitor for the Church of the Sacred Flame. I investigate heresy and other sorts of crimes on behalf of the Pontiff - and thus, the ever so flattering nickname of the 'Pontiff's hound'.
Beauty and the brains, I see.
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Oh? Is that so... [a tilt of her head, blatantly sizing him up.] And what's considered heresy in your religion?
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Oh, all sorts of things, some more heretical than others, some more strict than others... [ this is delivered very flippantly, almost with a sigh. like it is a shame that there are so many heretical things. ] Like most things in life, it ought to depend on your purview. Can't very well accuse someone of heresy when they've not known that they've done it.
[ or can you ]
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[have you committed some heresy for funsies, sir.]
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[ simple as that. whether it's the gods, the sacred flame, or the facts of a murdergame. ] Doubt is what I do, after all.
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[ week 0 is too early for the backstory unlock. he smiles!! ]
What about you, Saya? What did you do, before you wound up in this place?
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[she will unlock his backstory one day... she shrugs!]
I didn't have a job like you. But I was looking for my dad.
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[ hehe. i believe in you miss saya
anyway - at the answer, he tilts his head, brow knitting a little. ] Oh...? Had he gone missing?
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[her new goal is getting that #backstory.
her expression falls a little with the new topic, though, and she nods.]
Mhmm. He stopped coming home one day, and he hasn't been answering his phone.