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[fateality]

Well now. This is all hell of a thing -- ALASTAIR, savin' worlds, temporal bugs full of acid an' whatnot -- but I've got a bit of a conundrum.

I'm a man of many skills, but a cobbler? Oh, far from it. And I've a pair of boots that are a bit in need of a rescue. Suppose I could take what I've been generously given by your very fine organization, but these are a bit near an' dear to my heart.

I don't suppose any of you wondrously talented individuals could help me out? I'd be very much obliged.

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[winces]

Oh, yes, of course! I would love to help out.
I've been a part of ALASTAIR for about eleven months now I think, oh it's so hard to tell sometimes so I will definitely try my best to answer any questions you might have!

Is there anything in particular you're curious about?

[fateality]

Well now, I'm a lucky man to be speaking with a veteran!

Suppose I just have a few. Such as, what type of expectations are made of us? And what the likeliness would be of being sent back where we're from without much indication.

[winces]

Oh, I. I wouldn't call myself a veteran, I...
There are many other people who've been here longer and — and have done more and —

[ wait no focus! he has questions! ]

Um. The only expectation that I know of is that we try our best.
We're given many different kinds of missions, and each one so far has asked different things of us...
But for each mission I've been a part of so far, a common theme seems to be teamwork.
We really are at our best when we work together.

As for going home... I've only known of a few who have managed it.
Recently someone was brought home and then fallen back without any warning, but I know of another who was given the chance to say goodbye before returning.

[fateality]

More experienced than yours truly. Don't sell yourself short.

Teamwork, huh? Well, I'm a bit out of practice, but I can play nice.
I appreciate the advice. [mostly]

Well, I'm not eager to return anytime soon. Just figured I'd see what it was like if I'm suddenly tossed back home.

[winces]

Oh, um. Oh, you're one of those.

[ realizing how bad that sounds, she immediately hastens to explain: ]

That would rather stay than return, I mean!
There are a good number of us who would, actually... It's kind of surprising.

[fateality]

Not every situation back home is a warm welcome.

Though I suspect you understand that.

[winces]

It.. honestly didn't occur to me, at first. I got caught up in my own homesickness.

But if it helps you to know, some people are allowed to stay here for as long as they're willing.

[fateality]

Must be nice to have a place waiting for you, though.

That is indeed helpful. Thank you.

[winces]

I.. suppose so. It's been a long time — I'm starting to wonder if I've forgotten what it's like.

But, um. Is there anything else I can help you with?

[fateality]

Just your name and face, so I know who to thank proper later.

[winces]

Oh gosh, I'm sorry! My name's Olivia.

[ and, after a moment, the video will switch on, and she will flash a shy smile and a wave. ]

And that's me!
What's your name?

[fateality]

[He also switches on the video, letting out a chuckle before tipping his hat.]

Twisted Fate.

It's a pleasure, Olivia.

[winces]

—Oh.

[ it's a sound that should be translatable enough, regardless of the language. but she certainly does look surprised, one hand flying up to cover her mouth. ]

Oh gosh, sorry. It's just that your clothing reminded me of someone...!

[fateality]

[The reaction is an interesting one. Twisted Fate taps his chin.]

That a good thing or a bad thing?

[winces]

It is a wonderful thing! Mr. McCree is very dashing.

[fateality]

[That earns a chuckle.]

Oh, so I would also be very dashing?

[winces]

Oh, um.
Oh gosh.
I mean—
Wouldn't you already know...!?

[fateality]

I can't say I rightly know your opinion just yet.

[winces]

It isn't about my opinion if you just are...!

[fateality]

So you agree it's a fact.
Awful flattering of you.

[winces]

I should have just mentioned the beard or the hat...

[fateality]

I'm just teasing you.
You're lovely when you blush.

[winces]

[ get ready for more of it ]

You're, um. You're very kind.
But I know I just look like a bruised tomato...

[fateality]

[ain't that cute]

My dear, if all tomatoes looked like you, I'd be more inclined to keep them in my salads.

[winces]

[ she smiles in amusement, despite her embarrassment. ]

You should. Tomatoes are good for you.

[ ... ]

I mean real tomatoes, not me—!