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[vincere_mors]

[A crimson color ripples across the screen, before a shadow devours the sight. A moment before light focuses into view a dark man in red and black.

Dark eyes stare intently at the device, a mouth partially hidden behind a collar of red held together by a series of small black belts.]

What world is this?

[Perhaps others would have better insight than those he has come across thus far.]

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[vincere_mors]

You do not know.

[It was interesting, the idea that there were many - many - others in this place that did not know. So why were they gathered? Knowledge, as many have challenged, was power.. thus what power can a bunch of gathered individuals offer if they are void of knowledge?]

[laststeward]

And my face you too can see, as through a mirror of my reflection.

[But no mirror spoke words, least not one beyond what an elf perhaps might come into possession of. Faramir did not know much of elves or their magic but he trusted their magic more than what came from the darkness of Mordor.]

What do you mean, world?

[vincere_mors]

This is not my world, Gaia, is this your world?

[laststeward]

The world was yet too large for me to know all of its corners, so to answer your question I must simply state that I do not know.

All I knew of was Middle-earth, and my home lands therein.

[vincere_mors]

I would assume that it is not.

[This was the fact for many of them, though he was still waiting to find one, at least one person, who was native to this Tower.]

[laststeward]

[The letters left in their rooms had been disquieting but had not made entire sense to him, nor to his brother.]

I have not heard of Gaia. [It sounded elvish to him.]

[vincere_mors]

[Nor has he heard of Middle-earth––]

Then we are both still lost.

[laststeward]

[The smooth pale skin, the long straight hair, the strange clothing... he truly must ask.]

Are you an elf?

[As with most men he had a great curiosity over that race.]

[vincere_mors]

[Vincent's brows furrowed and he looked down at himself. He wore familiar clothes, not that white suit he woke up in, he did not look any different than what he looked like on his world –– as far as he could tell the garments he wore were not unusual. Though they might be to a stranger of Gaia.]

No. [Though he was not quite certain what an elf.. was. A child's toy came to mind, for some reason. Perhaps Marlene had a toy, book, or doll that she had expressed a familiar word for –– elf.. elf.]

[laststeward]

You are not like any man I have seen. [said kindly enough, his tone one of curiosity]

[vincere_mors]

[Vincent offered a small nod. He had realized that he looked apart from his fellow .. man. Though he was only part of a man anymore.]

There are monsters here. [He thought to advise the other.] Be careful what room you tread into.

[laststeward]

[The switch from talking about him to talking about monsters alerted Faramir and he watched the mirror like image of the other man in wonder before he gave a bow of his head.]

I shall heed your warning and I thank you for it. What are you called? I am Faramir, son of Denethor.

[vincere_mors]

Vincent Valentine.. [An awkward pause, being that his lips were parted as if to continue talking, but he was silent as he debated until deciding:] Son of Grimoire Valentine.

[laststeward]

I am pleased to meet you Vincent, Grimoire's son. Is Valentine the land from which you hail?

[vincere_mors]

Valentine is my last name, it separates me from any other that is named Vincent.. among other things.

[laststeward]

[Vincent must be a very honorable and commonly used name in Gaia, Faramir reasoned. He smiled softly at the stranger and felt glad to have talked through this magic device with him.]

I wish you good speed in finding the answer your question, though I am no use to you in finding it.

[vincere_mors]

And you.

I will share with you, anything I discover.

[laststeward]

[Faramir nodded again and walked away from the screen, not knowing how to turn it off.]