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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]

[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.]