♙ tacticixn.
“No, I quite think that would make you rather sane.” For as expansive as this world was, as welcoming as Robin was certain it could be, it did not cease to be strange and curious with every mile she explored. There was life unidentifiable to her, structures strange to the things she was used to, and though she kept calm and calculating in these kinds of situations, she was at a particular loss as to wherever this was.
“Perhaps we could explore together, seek some answers, but first… may I ask of your name?”
❝ your reassurance, as well as generous offer, eases a number of apprehensions. ah, ‘ the more the merrier ’ -- that’s the saying others are so keen on using, right? ❞
A MUFFLED CHUCKLE; AH ! THIS HAS BEEN THE FIRST TIME he’s smiled in a world far from his own. though her actions and gestures vouch for a decent personality, he is still wary regarding WHICH name to provide. a predicament, indeed. either way, he was deceased in his world, and if this particular world consisted of residents from lands far across the universe, perhaps she has yet to see his tombstone and hear the tales of the zodiac brave story: ‘ RAMZA BEOULVE: HEATHEN, noble, and slaughterer of st. ajora. ’ ( empty caskets buried in the grounds, for the body still roams freely. )
❝ i suppose ... there is no harm in telling you my name. i am ramza --- ramza beoulve. and what is yours, my lady? ❞
