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[And, this is a very non-canon Shinichi, to be seen floating cross-legged with his eyes shut in the middle of the lobby. If you've seen the Star Wars prequels, you might recognise the brown Jedi robes and leather tunic as being padawan wear, and most notably for his rank, the braid that hung down over his shoulder onto his front.

After just a moment hovering there, he opens his eyes with a snap and falls to the floor with a rather undignified thump. He's starting to look worried.]

Stars, it's as though everyone just... disappeared. [Cue pacing around, not really taking anything in, but he's still talking to uh, himself. Or the Force. Take your pick. You might also be able to recognise the familiar-looking metal cylinder bumping against his leg.] Of course, I didn't feel them die, they simply vanished, not... and aside from that, I can feel a whole load of people here, too...

(ooc: This is a free verse, so feel free to play around in the sandbox - I'm still testing it out, and I what I write up here and in the character journal are mostly all I've got on it. Have fun~)

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[But at least she's heard of Star Wars. Maybe Shinichi can accidentally jog her memory somehow? Anyway, he smiles.]

I certainly appear to not be where I was, yes.

[possibly! Aoko smiles apologetically; she knows how confusing it's about to get for him]

That's because we're in a Mansion between dimensions that brings in different versions of us and people we know from different worlds.

[Of course, that doesn't stop her from stating it completely matter-of-factly]

[All right, that makes him blink.]

...Certainly matches up with what I've been able to sense so far. So I take it that you know a version of me in a... different world?

[Planets, he's used to. Worlds, as in 'different dimensions and parallel timelines', not so much. But he can feel some of the various people around the place, and most of them feel familiar.]

Yup! Though you're the same age as me and Kaito, and a journalist.

[sliiiight hesitation there on that last bit]

I'm the same age as he is where I'm from. But... [And here he crosses his arms, an unimpressed look decidedly on his face.] Journalist? I somehow find it hard to imagine myself as some kind of holoreporter in another world.

Oh! You look younger. [maybe it's the clothes] Well, he's kind of a linguist too. He goes around writing articles on foreign cultures and ancient civilizations. That's why we run into him a lot.

...I'm seventeen. The same as he is, where I'm from. [This said almost apologetically - he can see she's older than he is.] Ah. That sounds a bit more likely. [Although not very. Shinichi's used to thinking of himself as a Jedi, with a lightsaber. Not as an archivist.] What kind of work do you do that you're familiar with... him?

So you're from a different time, too? [huh. Well, it makes a certain kind of sense] I study anthropology.

[there's that slight hesitation again. It isn't a lie, but it definitely isn't the whole truth, either]

I suppose I must be - I can see already that there are a lot of things here that seem so very unfamiliar... [It really is different from home. What's familiar to him is really futuristic for anyone else in the Mansion, except maybe the immortals.] Anthropology, hm? What kind? Especially to be armed so, and recognise my movement for what it was...

[He's curious, and interested, and not the least bit threatening. But he's also able to tell that she's not telling the complete truth.]

Ah-- [she flushes embarrassedly. It's not that she thinks he's threatening, but back home it's better to be safe than sorry, and she's just so used to keeping her real job under wraps that it's more habit than anything] I mostly focus on religion and folklore. I want to compile a book someday.

[also true, if again not the whole truth]

I see. I suppose it's true that some religions can be fiercely protective of their secrets, as is the fact that folklore can often be not what we'd always expect of it. But a book - a worthy endeavour, to be sure.

That's an understatement. [sounds amused; some folklore has turned out to be more real than even she was expecting. But the compliment makes her smile] Thank you. Though sometimes Kazuha-chan and I help cities find sites for restoration, or we pass along petroglyphs to y— Kudo-san, so it's taking a while to put it together between everything else...

[and whoops, she's being rude]

So you're a... "padawan"? What do you do?

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Buh, that's what the mun gets for tagging hurriedly at lunch.

Don't worry- I've made worse muck-ups.

I love your icons, btw. Very good use of tracing.

Thank you!

Aaand I fail at tagging!