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[pacificate]

Teleportation is problematic. Without a guiding mind, the possibility of a gruesome death upon arrival is, for most intents and purposes, certain. Therefore I must be fortune's favorite, unless--

[ The sound of a smile. ]

Gentlemen, ladies. Let's talk, shall we?

[ Adrian waits in the lobby, journal in hand and standing still to keep his purple suit wrinkle-free. ]

Comments

[exanimatus]

Those are a little unusual.

I have about four years' worth. Are you looking for anything in particular?

[pacificate]

The highs and lows. Whatever you wish to volunteer.

[exanimatus]

Ah. [he'll take a moment to consider what would be appropriate...]

First, may I ask where you're from?

[pacificate]

It would be fair.

New York, 1986.

[exanimatus]

Good. [at least for the sake of his explanation.]

"Magical castle" aside, this place isn't all that different from Earth. The people are interesting, unique, sometimes entertaining, and often very capable. However, they perform so sluggishly in a group that very little is really accomplished. It doesn't help that people have a habit of disappearing before important things can be established or events can unfold.

If the people don't concern you, the environment follows the same concept. Just about everything you could want, if you know where to look or how to ask for it. Certain things are given up for the sake of gaining other things. It's a very give-and-take concept, fairly universal and no less true with the inclusion of otherworldly and magical concepts.

Really, the biggest curve ball I could throw is that people will occasionally be sacrificed by an Egyptian goddess, brainwashed by aliens, or kidnapped and sent to a mysterious nightmare realm... but for all I know, that's on-par for your version of Earth anyway.

[pacificate]

Lack of teamwork is a repeating theme.

[ The Egyptian part catches his attention. ] Who was the lucky goddess?

[exanimatus]

This would be Isis, if memory serves... In possession of someone else's body at the time, but I'm sure the plan was to get her own back.

[pacificate]

The Throne.

If you would indulge me, what have you gained here?

[exanimatus]

[he laughs, this little melodious thing.]

Sorry, not on the first date.

[pacificate]

[ What a lovely sound. ]

I hope to earn the privilege then.

[exanimatus]

You might. What's your name?

[pacificate]

Adrian Veidt. It's a pleasure.

[exanimatus]

Zelman Clock. The pleasure is mine.

[pacificate]

If I may I ask where you're from?

[exanimatus]

Also fair.

Yokohama, 2007.

[pacificate]

What does the world look like in 2007?

[exanimatus]

Hong Kong's a lot flatter.

[ha... okay that's not actually funny at all.]

It looks busier.

[pacificate]

[ Is that guilt? Oh yes. ]

What is the world population then?

[exanimatus]

Mm... Something like six-and-a-half billion and climbing.

[pacificate]

Are depleting resources a problem?

[exanimatus]

More than it should be, I guess.

[pacificate]

Greed is part of human nature.

[exanimatus]

What's your interest in it?

[pacificate]

Two children and one piece of candy commonly results in a fight, Mr. Clock, and I detest violence.

[exanimatus]

Ah. [he will be hiding his disappointment now. D':]

As good a reason as any, I suppose.