leavemariaalone | { 001 } voice: German

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{ 001 } voice: German

[he's been fiddling with this thing for quite some time, and has managed to flick on the voice transmission]

--is this? Surely some kind of box, I would think...

[fiddle fiddle, there might be static when his hands go over the speakers and only half-hit switches, until he sighs and sets the technology on the ground rather gently, mind you]

...I suppose this is a dream of some sort. [he kinda groans] Awful place, really.

[not to mention he's still aching from the war]

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Huh? [Oh right, I don't understand what you're saying.

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Are you alright?

[holy crap what in the name of Charles VI was that]

Hello? Is someone there? [it'll take him a while to figure out it was from that little 'box' he put down, sorry Amu]

[but when he does...well, he picks it up, for starters]

'Are you alright?' ...what on earth is this?

[Well...crap...how to explain...because Amu has NO CLUE what Austria's saying right now.]

Are you new?

Ah! [he drops it, what the--! The words, they just--popped up! It was like a printing press in a box! A...very strange printing press...with no paper...or ink...]

...Just a dream, yes. Compose yourself. [deep breath now; picks it back up, and he's pushing buttons again; Amu will probably see his face and his feet when he hits the Video option once or twice, brb trying to figure this thing out]

[Multilingual vampire to the rescue! Kind of. ~~Not really.~~]

Another German?

...I wish it were a dream, sometimes.

[thank goodness, a voice that he understands coming out of the box...though that's still freaking him out]

It spoke! [but...okay, if this is a dream, then...he clears his throat, feeling preposterously stupid talking to a box]

Not quite...may I ask what's going on...?

The box didn't say anything, I did; the box catches my voice and carries it around like a message for others to hear.

There are a few different buttons on the box. One sends pictures, one your voice, and there are a lot of others underneath that let you write with your thumbs.

You are in Discedo...

...Patchouli is better at explaining this...

I don't...believe I quite understand any of this.

This box is...magic, then? And where is Discedo, exactly?

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[ But for now, have a plethora of random Hungarian words that echo her surprise. ]

...Roderich? Is it you?

You aren't exactly home...and what you're speaking into is a device used for communication.

Eliza--Hungary...you're here as well? [he sounds relieved, won't admit it, though]

...I've never seen anything like it.

Yes, I'm here. [ She sounds sort of amused at his reaction, actually. ]

I hadn't seen such advanced technology until I arrived in Discedo either, but that should be the least of your worries. Discedo isn't...the safest of places to be standing out on a street. And you've never been the best with directions...