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hiddenlights[In all honesty, getting used to his magitek jewelry has been one of the easier adjustments, something that fits into his schema of the world as he’d known it before this strange sideways stumble into an entirely different place. It’s just a form of magic he hasn't seen before, right? Like cursed jewelry back home, something belonging to some little-known tribe. What’s been harder is realising he's the only one from his world here, that he'd left at such an uncertain moment only to find himself among complete strangers in every sense of the word. There doesn't seem to be another Deimos among them.
It doesn't help that so many of you look so damned human.
Once again, his isolation weighs heavy on him, though in a different way than it had in his own world. The fact that he can't verbally communicate with anyone here only makes it worse, more intense. Perhaps one way of lessening the impact is to reach out to the rest of the 'team' via the jewelry, find out how many others there are who occupy a similar position to his own, if any at all.]
Well this is fun, eh? A bunch of people thrown together in a situation where we can't even talk to each other, and yet somehow we're supposed to be working as a team. What a worthless place this is shaping up to be.
Well, I have some questions for you, and if this is the only way to be understood then so be it. How many of you are the only ones from your world? More importantly, how many of you are something other than human? If I have to be stuck here then I wanna know that it's not just gonna be me amid a sea of overgrown monkeys.
[Because despite how rude he sounds, he doesn’t want to go through this this again. To be the only one who stands out as so obviously different on top of everything else. It's only just started to really sink in that he may be stuck here for a while.]
It doesn't help that so many of you look so damned human.
Once again, his isolation weighs heavy on him, though in a different way than it had in his own world. The fact that he can't verbally communicate with anyone here only makes it worse, more intense. Perhaps one way of lessening the impact is to reach out to the rest of the 'team' via the jewelry, find out how many others there are who occupy a similar position to his own, if any at all.]
Well this is fun, eh? A bunch of people thrown together in a situation where we can't even talk to each other, and yet somehow we're supposed to be working as a team. What a worthless place this is shaping up to be.
Well, I have some questions for you, and if this is the only way to be understood then so be it. How many of you are the only ones from your world? More importantly, how many of you are something other than human? If I have to be stuck here then I wanna know that it's not just gonna be me amid a sea of overgrown monkeys.
[Because despite how rude he sounds, he doesn’t want to go through this this again. To be the only one who stands out as so obviously different on top of everything else. It's only just started to really sink in that he may be stuck here for a while.]
