[Voice and Text]

[whatwas]

[Horst is standing in a room with no defining features, you're WELCOME, Johannes.]

Come one, come all!

I never thought I'd want to say that again. I'll need to come up with a better catchphrase before I open the yet-to-be-named Night Club Extraordinaire.

Anywho, I'm off. Keep your chins up, the week's almost over.

[TEXT]

Usagi, I believe I've figured this out. Here is the real picture, as promised:




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[OFFLINE:]

Horst has left breakfast/dinner for Johannes on one of the work benches. There are no guarantees as to how it will taste.

Comments

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I understand. I'm only able to leave my brother at night, but it's really nothing important.

Well I only have one question, but it can wait until it's convenient for you.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Now is fine, if you like? If you'd rather wait until I can actually speak, this event should be over in a day or two.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

No, it can wait. The event's rather pain in the arse enough, eh?

...Thank you.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

It is. This is one of the more annoying ones, I think.

You're welcome.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping to see one more like the moose...event. I've never seen one up close.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

They were quite... large.

Larger than I expected them to be, anyway.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Large enough to ride in style, I'd bet. Of course, I've heard they're testy little buggers.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

If you like... moose, I suppose!

Do cars exist in your world?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Cars? Unless you mean the ones pulled by locomotive, no.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Like a train? We had a few of those, if I remember correctly. Not very comfortable to ride in, though.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I lived in one for six months before coming here, and sometimes I think I still feel my bones rattling. Why do you ask?

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I was just curious. It's interesting to find out about the various technologies from the different worlds. One of my friends here doesn't know of any technology greater than a horse-drawn carriage, another was someone who puts machines together.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

But what of your world, Father?

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I didn't know much of the machines in my world, other than the ones used to make war.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Possibly because all machines are used in some way to wage war...but I take it there is a lot of bloodshed where you're from?

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Our church doubled as an orphanage in the neutral zone.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I don't know I could've handled that, to be honest. My father fought in the war, but after that we all became lazy scholars.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Wars are trying times for everyone.

And I don't think you're lazy, Horst.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You sound very used to them.

Ah that's only because you haven't tried to get me to help you move anything heavy. (Thank you.)

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I've had more than my fair share of it.

And I'll keep that in mind! Heavy things default to someone-who-is-not-Horst.