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The boy--man? no, boy, definitely boy--has the obvious look of a Foreigner, and from the sound of it he's still fresh off the boat, so to speak. It's an odd detail to fixate on, but Ravel knows all too well the strange little things the mind tends to fixate on when it's been thrown so far out of its element.
"Not done much travelling, have you?" he asks blithely, looking back at his shopping list. Anton had kicked him out of the Hotel to get some shopping done. Ravel wasn't really sure if that meant he'd been deposed, given that he'd staged a coup to overtake the Hotel, but at this point he didn't much care anymore. Anton was mending and that meant Ravel was in a good mood.
"Greece, Hungary, Japan, East Africa, India... Spain before they changed over to the Euro." He shot the boy an amused look. "Granted, some of these were a few decades ago, so you wouldn't remember them anyway. And I suppose that's entirely dependent on whether you're from some version of Earth."
Not done much-- Melek snaps his fingers shut over the coin, a too-quick flicker of movement, and takes a closer look at the new person. His brows rise a little. Pretty. Exceptionally pretty. Maybe they just come like that in his world. "Who calls their world Earth?" he wants to know in the next second. "That's a criminal lack of imagination. As well as name your dog, 'Fur'--"
A pause, the sentence chopped off half-finished. His dark gaze goes, suddenly, distant, like he's thinking of something. "Ah," he says then. "Wrong skein." A tip of his head, and he's rolling the coin across his knuckles, very little attention actually paid to the motion. Every time he moves it's like he's executing the gesture all at once, a destination rather than a process. "This place likes 'Earth' variants."
The wrong skein? What the hell does that mean? Likely not what I think it means.
Ravel forces the vaguely concerned frown from his face and puts on an apologetic smile instead. "In that case, I'm guessing you're not from Earth. Sorry. None of that probably meant anything to you, did it?"
He clears his throat. "Right. Have you been in the city long? Been to the Welcome Center and all that?"
He shrugs. Keeps rolling the coin. "There's a hundred hundred worlds. Some of them are more than others. I'm sure there's an Earth somewhere, I just wasn't paying attention." This is said extraordinarily off-handedly. "So no, it meant almost nothing. Good try, though. Comprehensive. Points for effort."
In a moment Melek flips the coin into the air. It spins, but he doesn't bother watching it, just catches it again and goes back to the same fiddling. His focus is still all for Erskine. "Little while. I've seen weirder, I guess." A beat. No, he did hear the other man right, of course he did. "Everyone's so conscious of world-traveling as to have a Welcome Center?"
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tushanshu_ooc2015-07-19 06:51 pm
A because B would lead to bad things ;)
"Not done much travelling, have you?" he asks blithely, looking back at his shopping list. Anton had kicked him out of the Hotel to get some shopping done. Ravel wasn't really sure if that meant he'd been deposed, given that he'd staged a coup to overtake the Hotel, but at this point he didn't much care anymore. Anton was mending and that meant Ravel was in a good mood.
"Greece, Hungary, Japan, East Africa, India... Spain before they changed over to the Euro." He shot the boy an amused look. "Granted, some of these were a few decades ago, so you wouldn't remember them anyway. And I suppose that's entirely dependent on whether you're from some version of Earth."
whaddayatalk how could that possibly go wrong
A pause, the sentence chopped off half-finished. His dark gaze goes, suddenly, distant, like he's thinking of something. "Ah," he says then. "Wrong skein." A tip of his head, and he's rolling the coin across his knuckles, very little attention actually paid to the motion. Every time he moves it's like he's executing the gesture all at once, a destination rather than a process. "This place likes 'Earth' variants."
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The wrong skein? What the hell does that mean? Likely not what I think it means.
Ravel forces the vaguely concerned frown from his face and puts on an apologetic smile instead. "In that case, I'm guessing you're not from Earth. Sorry. None of that probably meant anything to you, did it?"
He clears his throat. "Right. Have you been in the city long? Been to the Welcome Center and all that?"
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In a moment Melek flips the coin into the air. It spins, but he doesn't bother watching it, just catches it again and goes back to the same fiddling. His focus is still all for Erskine. "Little while. I've seen weirder, I guess." A beat. No, he did hear the other man right, of course he did. "Everyone's so conscious of world-traveling as to have a Welcome Center?"