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[gautsome]

Well -- [He huffs, expression darkening with frustration for just a moment. Then, as quickly as it came on, the sunshine is back.]

Just testing you, that's all.

[gautsome]

[When all else fails, Sylvain finds it easiest to lay on the charm. He cocks his head to the side, all but beaming at his new found companion.]

What can I say? You're the best group I've heard here.

[He doesn't need to reveal that this is the only group he's heard here, of course.]

[lordofthefries]

You keep blinking. One eye. You keep blinking one eye.

[He probably just has a foreign object in it. That's as much as she can guess. She would ask if he felt something in his eye, but now she's distracted by his next statement, one that makes her frown.]

I'm not an it. And of course I can talk.

[Sir, don't be rude or else she won't call the Chansey nurses for you.]

Because you're using your gear. And there's a camera?

[The end of that sentences lilts upwards because to be perfectly honest, Sasha doesn't exactly know how the 'gear works, much less how cameras do. Science and technology is beyond her. All she knows is that they just do and asking questions leads to confusion.]

[fearinahandfulof]

[Cassandra does not buy that for even one second.]

Testing me.

[curseofacrest]

[... It really is him. Marianne relaxes and takes a few steps closer, a small smile finding its way to her face.]

It seems we did, Sylvain. [...] It's good to see you again.

[gautsome]

That's -- I'm just winking.

[He's a little insulted that someone seems to think there's a medical abnormality there. He likes to think he looks absolutely undeniable when he winks.

But... that's probably not the point.]

Uh. Camera? [He prods at the device a few times.] What's a camera?

[gautsome]

Yeah, you know. Like one big joke?

[Another wink, now.]

It's what we call an icebreaker.

[gautsome]

Yeah, you too.

[He isn't sure what he's supposed to do here. Handling awkward reunions from former flings was easy. Trying to pick up what might have been an actual friendship feels so much more awkward.]

Have you been practicing your smile? Just like I told you?

[fearinahandfulof]

[Why can't he just admit he didn't know?

The answer occurs to her almost immediately: he doesn't want to look bad in front of other people. Really, as insecure as Cassandra herself is, she probably should have thought of that sooner, but, well... Cassandra's not the best with people.

Which is also one of the reasons she's ignoring that wink.]

Icebreaker?

[gautsome]

To... [His smile falters, just for a moment. At least he's no longer the one confused.] you know. break the tension?

[fearinahandfulof]

Oh.

[There's a short pause.]

I don't think it worked.

[gautsome]

You're talking to me, aren't you? Sounds like a win to me.

[lordofthefries]

...Why?

[That pause is SO LOUD. They probably heard it over on the mainland from Sevii. Sasha is even more confused that she started this conversation. The guy doesn't know he's broadcasting and he's winking.

To himself. Help him, Arceus.]

Umm... I don't really know, but it's the little circle at the top of your Pokegear. [She points a finger upwards as if he's even watching her, but at least if he is, he can probably figure out the black dot in the corner.] We don't have them where I'm from, but someone here told me it takes a picture of you and you don't even have to draw it. It just... happens. And people can see you and you can see them

[tsunotarou]

[Malleus blinks, and blinks again.

What?]

They're trying to be helpful and nice. Did you do this on purpose?

[fearinahandfulof]

That doesn't mean it actually broke any tension, though.

[curseofacrest]

I have.

[It comes to her a little easier these days.

(And honestly, the strange creatures of this world have helped. Kind of hard not to smile when surrounded by adorable birds like she has.)

And just to prove it, she smiles a little wider, just for him!]

[nastyboy]

[And how like Sylvain - so glib, so casual, or at least trying his best to be even when everything was going so wrong. When everything had gone wrong.]

[Dimitri can't remember it. He wonders if that's a blessing - not remembering his death.]

[For the first time, his death feels solid, real, and something tangles itself up in its throat. He can't meet Sylvain's gaze, staring down at his breastplate.]

I'm sorry.... I'm sorry. Felix and Ingrid.... will be upset.

[They care about Sylvain so much, after all.]

[gautsome]

Well. Never hurts to practice your image, right? Never know when someone cute might look your way.

[And with that, he winks again. Now that he knows people can watch him through this thing, he figures he's gotta be on his toes at all times now.

Admittedly, that thought does distract him from the instructions he's given but... he's able to at least piece together what she said. He locates the little dot and taps his finger against it.]

So. It's a painter and carrier pigeon, all in a box? [Wild.]

[gautsome]

Well, yeah. [He's thinking on his toes now.] Just think of all the kind and gentle souls that might worry about me. Seems like a great way to get to know someone.

[gautsome]

It did for me. [A beat.] Guessin' it didn't for you, though.

[gautsome]

[Sylvain is almost startled by the wave of warmth that overcomes him. There's no sharpened edge of malice there, the twinge of desire that he felt when he played these games all those years ago. No, it's... Nostalgia. Comfort even.

Fodlan has been hell over the last few years. It's relieving to find some modicum of peace, even for a moment.]

You sure have. [He reaches up, scratching at the back of his neck. He's getting carried away, letting his emotions get the better of him.] I'm glad to see it, Marianne.

[fearinahandfulof]

Not... really?

[Mostly he's just confusing her.]

[gautsome]

Upset? How could they be upset?

[Nothing Dimitri is saying is making any sense. He steps a little closer, perhaps violating some of his companion's personal space. The closer he gets, the more he can convince himself this is real. If he can just study the rise and fall of Dimitri's chest, or feel any kind of warmth from his body, he'll know that their worst fears hadn't been realized.]

We thought you were dead, Dimitri. They'll be -- Well, Ingrid at least -- will be overjoyed.

[gautsome]

Right. Right. [Sylvain blinks away his brief moments of doubt. He's crashed and burned worse than this before.]

So, anyway. I'm Sylvain.

[fearinahandfulof]

[Cassandra doesn't particularly care about that - she just has a hard time with artifice, thanks largely to painful experience. Though Sylvain's artifice at least seems relatively harmless so far...]

Cassandra.