[ Unlike the wary behavior of some of the guests, Kirschtaria has fully embraced the hospitality with good humor. To visit the City Hall, he changed from his bloodied suit to wear a borrowed set of garments of a linen tunic and a cloak. 'When in Rome do as Romans do' as the saying goes. He still keeps his laced-up designer's shoes, a sapphire pin-shaped mystic code clipped on his cloak, and carries his ivory specter with him always. As someone with fish-out-of-time experiences in his journey through the Singularities, Wodime foresees no problem in adapting whether this is a true Singularity, a simulation, or, even more wondrous, the past.
He fulfills his civic duty with good spirits, thinking it would be distasteful to be discourteous and overcomplicate the lives of the public servants of Mytilene. He has nothing to hide, waiting in line until he answers with polite confidence that he is name is Kirschtaria Wodime, a UK-born and raised citizen.
Is there a reason he should be cross by being revived again without demanding payment this time? He had many conflicted emotions when he appeared days ago, staring at the blue of the sea and tasting the salt in his mouth. Just a few seconds earlier, the young mage had been listening to his Servant's unfinished words (oh my, Caenis will be angry his Master was so rude to pass away midsentence) as he looked at the floating pillars and the twinkling stars above. Although Zeus' and his goal could not align, he had protected Olympus as he had vowed in his sworn friend's place. It would peacefully dissolve like a dream rather than suffer the humiliation and conquest from the Fairy Queen of the distant Britain Lostbelt or the newborn Foreign Planet's God's hunger. Disappointed he failed, yet hopeful that humanity would still survive this trial, he had burned the left of his life to pass his torch to someone else...
But, in the end, his true conclusion remains pending. It isn't the first time or second that he gets a new chance. Nonetheless, unlike those previous opportunities, he starts over with considerably healthier. At the very least, he has recovered his lost body mass, and his hands look smooth rather than aged.
He cants his head in acknowledgment at the best effort to pronounce his name. Because even if there is a mistake, human nature thrives despite them. ]
Good question. [ Kirschtaria says, smiling mildly, while he deliberates if it is wise to reveal this information. If it is the past, something could change by introducing concepts from the far future. He has also been a member of an organization that watches over these peculiarities endanger the presence.
One person knowing will not make an impact, he concludes. ] We call our government a "parliamentary constitutional monarchy." The crown is passed through a hereditary system, but the royal's role is more symbolic, ceremonial, and diplomatic than exercising true power. The Parliament, divided into the House of Lords and House of Commons, the Prime Minister and his Cabinet are the ones that officially govern in Her Majesty's name.
[ He finishes, waiting for the inevitable follow-up interrogation. Extra-officially, there are corporations and shared international interests, and behind those, a world of mages and other creatures pulling the strings from the shadows of the modern world to secure their secrets. ]
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He fulfills his civic duty with good spirits, thinking it would be distasteful to be discourteous and overcomplicate the lives of the public servants of
Mytilene. He has nothing to hide, waiting in line until he answers with polite confidence that he is name is Kirschtaria Wodime, a UK-born and raised citizen.
Is there a reason he should be cross by being revived again without demanding payment this time? He had many conflicted emotions when he appeared days ago, staring at the blue of the sea and tasting the salt in his mouth. Just a few seconds earlier, the young mage had been listening to his Servant's unfinished words (oh my, Caenis will be angry his Master was so rude to pass away midsentence) as he looked at the floating pillars and the twinkling stars above. Although Zeus' and his goal could not align, he had protected Olympus as he had vowed in his sworn friend's place. It would peacefully dissolve like a dream rather than suffer the humiliation and conquest from the Fairy Queen of the distant Britain Lostbelt or the newborn Foreign Planet's God's hunger. Disappointed he failed, yet hopeful that humanity would still survive this trial, he had burned the left of his life to pass his torch to someone else...
But, in the end, his true conclusion remains pending. It isn't the first time or second that he gets a new chance. Nonetheless, unlike those previous opportunities, he starts over with considerably healthier. At the very least, he has recovered his lost body mass, and his hands look smooth rather than aged.
He cants his head in acknowledgment at the best effort to pronounce his name. Because even if there is a mistake, human nature thrives despite them. ]
Good question. [ Kirschtaria says, smiling mildly, while he deliberates if it is wise to reveal this information. If it is the past, something could change by introducing concepts from the far future. He has also been a member of an organization that watches over these peculiarities endanger the presence.
One person knowing will not make an impact, he concludes. ] We call our government a "parliamentary constitutional monarchy." The crown is passed through a hereditary system, but the royal's role is more symbolic, ceremonial, and diplomatic than exercising true power. The Parliament, divided into the House of Lords and House of Commons, the Prime Minister and his Cabinet are the ones that officially govern in Her Majesty's name.
[ He finishes, waiting for the inevitable follow-up interrogation. Extra-officially, there are corporations and shared international interests, and behind those, a world of mages and other creatures pulling the strings from the shadows of the modern world to secure their secrets. ]