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[boarddyd]

Who: Dimitri + CR
When: June + July
Where: Aefenglom + Outer City + Underground
What: catch-all
Warnings: none (yet)

[ catch-all for june + july | contact @ tendopeshuu or here ]

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[mensrea]

[ Upon hearing what happened to the stall that Dimitri had played at, Stiles gives the other teen a thorough, scrutinizing once-over. Monster, probably – though it’s difficult to say here, when there are monster-like Witches running around with animal features. People are from some bizarre dimensions. ]

You can call them scams, y’know. I won’t tell on you. [ Grinning a bit, he takes a drink from his beer. ] You’re right, though. Magic doesn’t exist in my world the way it does here, but even the carnies back home rig the games. Just made it all the sweeter when you finally won and managed to buy a giant, oversized stuffed animal for your best friend because neither of you had girlfriends.

[ TMI? TMI. ]

Anyway! Dimitri…that’s kinda Russian, right? You from Earth?

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[With a silent chuckle, Dimitri mimics Stiles's drink. It's nice, having such a casual conversation. Even the reassurance that this is simple chatter is easily given - which Dimitri appreciates more than Stiles could know.

He will remind himself to speak more freely.

Truly, Dimitri tries to follow Stiles's story. He thinks he understands the important part - a struggle against adversary, and the rush of victory. Shared with a friend rather than a romantic interest... and in that way, he can relate.

He's begun to relax, slouching slightly forward in his chair as his fingers rest on the rim of his glass.] I'm sorry, Earth?

I don't recognize that country, nor have I heard of a Russian.

I'm from the continent of Fodlan, specifically the Kingdom of Faerghus. [He omits the whole 'prince' thing in the hopes of keeping things casual.] We do have magic where I'm from, but it's nothing like this. [Not so... all consumptive. No one ever imploded of energy build up back home.]

[mensrea]

Huh.

[ To his knowledge, there hasn’t ever been a time when Russia was known as Faerghus or Fódlan. Then again, his expertise definitely isn’t about Earth geography and its history as unrelated to mythology and lore. So, who knows? This guy definitely talks in a painstakingly formal and polite manner that seems to suggest he might be from an older time period – maybe it’s pre-Russia. He just simply struggles to reconcile the idea that a separate world and reality would have a given name in common with Earth. ]

Never heard of ‘em. Earth isn’t a country though – it’s the planet. Uh, the world? The country I’m from is the United States of America. I won’t bore you with that bullcrap though.

[ Dimitri, Fódlan, and the Kingdom of Faerghus. Sounds…oddly romantic, like the setting to a Hallmark movie where an ordinary woman falls in love with a prince. Uh, not that he watches those movies. Hah. ]

“Kingdom” sounds pretty fancy, though. Are you a knight? It totally sounds like a place with knights.

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[In true diplomatic consideration, Dimitri commits both Earth and the United States of America to memory. A group of smaller territories all functioning as one isn't a foreign concept - he likens it to the Alliance he knows and refrains from delving into political inquries.

They're supposed to be just chatting, after all, not giving one another boring history lessons. A sentiment Stiles echoes the moment Dimitri thinks it-

He smiles, hand sliding down to the base of his glass. More comfortable, and it's strange not sitting with a rigid back and sipping tea or wine, but... he's enjoying himself. Even with a slight tickling in his cheeks. (The beer has come on much faster than wine ever has.)

A knight, huh? Dimitri can't help a chuckle.] It is a place with knights. I have a good deal of training in their ways, yes - several knights were in charge of my tutelage when I was younger.

[Wait, he's trying to keep the prince thing on the dl.] What about you? What... have you studied? [He speaks too quickly, and senses his question is odd - dull? - too late. All Dimitri can do is offer a small wince in apology after the fact.]

[mensrea]

[ The question does strike Stiles as odd, if only because of the attention Dimitri draws to it inadvertently. Naturally, this kindles his curiosity. Stiles scrutinizes the blond closely, trying to discern why the young man was in such a rush to change the subject. The possibility that his conversational partner is a prince remains furthest from his mind; he wouldn’t have the personal context to understand why Dimitri is trying to keep it secret in a place where it’s irrelevant. Instead, perhaps a bit too creatively, Stiles begins concocting a wild story where Dimitri has bad blood with the knights who once taught him. ]

Um… The basics, I guess? I’m in high school. [ Realizing this likely means nothing to Dimitri, he hurriedly presses on. ] High school is the final stage of general education, for kids fourteen to eighteen. After high school, we can choose to advance our education in a particular field through college. Which is probably more interesting to talk about, since it’ll give you a better sense of who I am.

[ A pause. Stiles fiddles with his own beer. ]

I wanna join the FBI – the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It’s a form of law enforcement, dealing with intelligence and security. You guys got anything similar to it in your world?