the miles are way too long

[saviorexe]

WHO: Markus, Ardyn, V & various
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: The first half of IC November.
WHAT: This is basically a catch-all log for my characters.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: None, will add if any crop up.

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[verflair]

[ A loaded question, and one X'rhun has had to answer many times. Sure, he's acquainting himself with the modern vernacular, but there are some habits one just cannot break, and his manner of speech often draws curiosity. ]

Oh, someplace quite far away. I doubt you would have heard of it.

[ A smile to accompany that non-answer. ]

Why do you ask?

[verselet]

[The grin widens, X'rhun's reply having echoed the thoughts in his mind.]

Because I come from somewhere very far away. You might not have heard of it, either.

[V was seated on the other end of an interrogation table when he last gave such an answer, trying to dance around the truth while doling out on pieces of it in turn. At least the circumstances this time are far more welcoming.]

Just trying to... unearth any similarities between us.

[verflair]

[ Well now, there are pieces falling into place, aren’t there? X’rhun would not shy away from the chance to better know one of his fellow Displaced, and if his suspicions are correct, this young man is one of them. ]

Might I ask your name?

[verselet]

Of course. You can call me V.

[And he stands with the help of his cane, its tip planted to the floor. Straightening, he considers the other.]

My implant will tell you "Vee Blake", however, but that's all a matter of necessity rather than preference.

[verflair]

X’rhun Tia is my name, a pleasure. You’ll have to forgive me for not offering you a handshake, but I’m not terribly… touchy when it comes to strangers.

[ Because the middle of a public venue is the last place they need both of their chests to go lighting up, and that’s not forgetting that while X’rhun may not have much to hide, his fellow Displaced are probably not so keen to share. ]

I’m sure you understand.

[verselet]

I do.

[And not that V was ever very "touchy" even before he was stripped of his familiars and tossed into a strange world, with a blue glow to replace all that he had before. Granted, he's no longer falling apart at the seams, but that hardly makes up for the fact that they're stuck here indefinitely.]

Walk with me, X'rhun? The weather is... as nice as one can expect it to be. [He'll trail along the path, plants hanging over head, if the idea is agreeable.] Tell me what you make of New Amsterdam.