nemonowan: That's a very scary concept. Very Scary. If I could, it'd come under Section 3 of the OSA. ^^
Dartz: No Latin in front of the books. No German, either. I'm not that much of an idiot.
robkelk: No, you didn't do it. You're a Rob, not a ROB- just like how Bob's a Bob, not a BOB. Mind you, I wouldn't say no to Bob being a benevolent omnipotent being, but given his posts so far, I doubt it.
ClassicDrogn: I just began writing Entry 17. This post includes roughly half of Entry 12. Remember this.
Cobalt Greywalker: Very interesting analysis. I'd like to address a few points.1) I've very carefully not had the mage firing off any long-ranged attacks. There was one line that was sort of ambiguous (Entry 11, talking about blowing up trees with every missed shot), but the thing about that is that I didn't specify the range. There's a difference between having no attacks with range to them, and not having any long-distance attacks, if you get my drift.To use a Ranma analogy, Tatewaki Kuno can hit targets beyond the range of his bokken. He doesn't know any ki projectiles.2) :33) I'd very much appreciate a source on that. My headcanon at the moment is that the language most Mid-Childans speak is essentially identical to Japanese. If I'm definitively wrong, I'd like to know, so I can revise things.6) Thanks!
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Entry 12 (Day 6)
...that could've gone a lot worse, really.
I'd just finished writing the last entry and put my computer on standby when I heard it; three knocks on the door of my car. Startled, I looked over, only to see the mage I'd been watching standing right outside, Device still held in one hand. He motioned with his free hand, clearly wanting me to exit the vehicle. I, of course, complied... as if I could do anything else.
Once I got out of the car, the mage uttered a few sentences of- yes, that's German, all right- in a very no-nonsense, professional tone. I caught the acronym TSAB, the name Lancia, and what sounded like some sort of title, but nothing else. Note to self: Learn Japanese pronto.
I took a second to think through my options. I could try to give my name in what little German I can fake. I could probably get my point across, but nothing else- and even that might take dropping some Latin or something into it. Might make him realize that I don't really speak the language. I could try mime... no that'd probably get me shot on principle. Sure, he's probably a TSAB agent, but even a nonlethal shot probably hurts like a mofo. I could just try English... he'll either speak it or not, and it might get me handed to an expert if he doesn't... ah, heck with it. Might as well.
Looking him in the eye, I very slowly raised my hands in surrender, and said, in the clearest, most deliberate tone I could muster, "I'm sorry, but I don't speak your language. I don't know where I am, or how I got here. Is there any way you could help me?"
The man looked sort of befuddled at that... for the first sentence, at least. After that, his expression softened, and he reached his free hand up to stroke his chin contemplatively. The mage talked with his Device for a bit (which, I was pleased to note, lacked a visible cartridge system), before turning back to me, and speaking again. This time, his spiel came out in English- oddly accented, but entirely understandable English.
"My apologies for the miscommunication. I'm Enforcer Piros Lancia of the TSAB. How long have you been on this world, and where are you originally from?"
Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure if the guy was a renegade or not earlier. Looks like I lucked out.
In my best deadpan, utterly serious voice, I responded. "I'm from an alternate version of a currently non-administrated world where the society you've lived in all your life is the setting for a child's animated cartoon."
Piros's eyes widened for a second, before he caught himself, and fixed me with a stare. "Bullshit."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Dartz: No Latin in front of the books. No German, either. I'm not that much of an idiot.
robkelk: No, you didn't do it. You're a Rob, not a ROB- just like how Bob's a Bob, not a BOB. Mind you, I wouldn't say no to Bob being a benevolent omnipotent being, but given his posts so far, I doubt it.
ClassicDrogn: I just began writing Entry 17. This post includes roughly half of Entry 12. Remember this.
Cobalt Greywalker: Very interesting analysis. I'd like to address a few points.1) I've very carefully not had the mage firing off any long-ranged attacks. There was one line that was sort of ambiguous (Entry 11, talking about blowing up trees with every missed shot), but the thing about that is that I didn't specify the range. There's a difference between having no attacks with range to them, and not having any long-distance attacks, if you get my drift.To use a Ranma analogy, Tatewaki Kuno can hit targets beyond the range of his bokken. He doesn't know any ki projectiles.2) :33) I'd very much appreciate a source on that. My headcanon at the moment is that the language most Mid-Childans speak is essentially identical to Japanese. If I'm definitively wrong, I'd like to know, so I can revise things.6) Thanks!
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Entry 12 (Day 6)
...that could've gone a lot worse, really.
I'd just finished writing the last entry and put my computer on standby when I heard it; three knocks on the door of my car. Startled, I looked over, only to see the mage I'd been watching standing right outside, Device still held in one hand. He motioned with his free hand, clearly wanting me to exit the vehicle. I, of course, complied... as if I could do anything else.
Once I got out of the car, the mage uttered a few sentences of- yes, that's German, all right- in a very no-nonsense, professional tone. I caught the acronym TSAB, the name Lancia, and what sounded like some sort of title, but nothing else. Note to self: Learn Japanese pronto.
I took a second to think through my options. I could try to give my name in what little German I can fake. I could probably get my point across, but nothing else- and even that might take dropping some Latin or something into it. Might make him realize that I don't really speak the language. I could try mime... no that'd probably get me shot on principle. Sure, he's probably a TSAB agent, but even a nonlethal shot probably hurts like a mofo. I could just try English... he'll either speak it or not, and it might get me handed to an expert if he doesn't... ah, heck with it. Might as well.
Looking him in the eye, I very slowly raised my hands in surrender, and said, in the clearest, most deliberate tone I could muster, "I'm sorry, but I don't speak your language. I don't know where I am, or how I got here. Is there any way you could help me?"
The man looked sort of befuddled at that... for the first sentence, at least. After that, his expression softened, and he reached his free hand up to stroke his chin contemplatively. The mage talked with his Device for a bit (which, I was pleased to note, lacked a visible cartridge system), before turning back to me, and speaking again. This time, his spiel came out in English- oddly accented, but entirely understandable English.
"My apologies for the miscommunication. I'm Enforcer Piros Lancia of the TSAB. How long have you been on this world, and where are you originally from?"
Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure if the guy was a renegade or not earlier. Looks like I lucked out.
In my best deadpan, utterly serious voice, I responded. "I'm from an alternate version of a currently non-administrated world where the society you've lived in all your life is the setting for a child's animated cartoon."
Piros's eyes widened for a second, before he caught himself, and fixed me with a stare. "Bullshit."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.