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[throughbamboo]

[HA HA . . . he will definitely pour his own drink]

I might have to, but I won't know 'til I get home an' see what my options are. It's all complicated right now.

[endsjustified]

Your Mr. Hannya might assist, I imagine.

[throughbamboo]

["Mr. Hannya" gets him to crack a grin]

Heh, no might about it. He's not gonna let 'em put me back in.

[endsjustified]

Even overhearing how he talks about you, that much was clear. I just wasn't sure if you were even in the same locale, at home, for him to do so.

[throughbamboo]

Ahh. [the grin widens a bit into something softer. He nods a bit]

We were together before I got dragged here. But we're from a place where I could be halfway 'cross the world an' all he'd hafta to do is make a few calls.

[endsjustified]

Technology, that true wonder. We still use messenger-birds, where I'm from.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah? Nothin' techy like phones where you're from at all, then?

[endsjustified]

Not to that extent. Some things are equalized or compensated for with magic, but…we’re just wildly technologically behind, I think. Guns, cameras, printing presses…these are all items that have been developed, but they are recent and rare.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a bit, humming in understanding]

Doubt they'll be rare for long, at least. [with a frown] 'Specially with shit like guns.

[endsjustified]

[his mouth twitches]

Guns are especially proprietary, actually. I thought I was in a madhouse when multiple people were firing them off in the first week here.

[throughbamboo]

[a bit of a grin of his own]

I'd think that a bit too, n' I see 'em all the time back home.