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Comments

[did_i_say_percy]

[Armand flushes, embarrassed about the cup.] Pardon.

That sounds easy. [But he still sounds doubtful.] Life here seems to be much easier for the people who know what they're doing.

[be_seeing_you]

[Number 6 continues conversationally as if he hasn't noticed Armand's embarrassment.]

Indeed it is, but one can't be expected to know all there is on the first day. There is, however a guide that can help answer the more basic of questions.

[He brings out his communicator and types into it for a few seconds. The device makes a pinging noise and a file will presently be showing in a message on Armand's own communicator.]

We do try to be accommodating.

[did_i_say_percy]

[Armand peers across at Mr. Smith's communicator. Yes, he'd seen his and, not having any clue what it was, had tried to tuck away inside his shirt away from the rain. Not to much avail, but they're probably waterproof, unlike young Frenchmen. When his beeps, he startles, and takes it out, even more puzzled.]

So that's what this does. [He pokes the device until it opens the file, but thinks it'd be rude to read it right in front of his host, so he pokes it again and puts it away.]

Someone planned ahead. Merci, Mr. Smith. I promise I'm not always this stupid.

[be_seeing_you]

That device will be your method of communication while you are here. You may call on others through it, as well as write letters and search for information. It will take some getting used to.

I gather from your dress, you are from a time that would be considered long past for most here. Certainly before such technology was available. What year is it where you live?

[did_i_say_percy]

[The year isn't hard to say. It's strange to think that, of course, he'd have to tell someone this.]

It was 1792, sir. The fall. I'm afraid my poor nation is in flames, and the little we've done hasn't been able to stop that.

[He chews his lip.] I've seen many things I find confusing, but I hoped, and still do, I suppose, that learning more of where this is would explain it. It is starting to do so. This... device looks like magic to me; is it part of that bending you mentioned?

[be_seeing_you]

Does it surprise you to hear that your time considered the distant past in the year I come here from?

[Indeed, the revolution has long ended.]

It is, I believe, created and powered through Bending.

[He hardly understands it himself some days.]