"It's 2187 here, my friend. You're not from this era, not that I am either if I'm bein' honest."
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βUhhh. Itβs 2024β¦? Are you okay? Did someone hit you in the head?β
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"...?"
That made her raise a brow, was he not from this time period or universe? That was beyond her understanding.
"... What year do you think it is?"
πππ’π€ππ§ (ζ’ ε§)
βSouth Town. Ainβt a kingdom anyhow. At least, not that I know of.β
He laughed softly, humming
βLast guy I saw with a katana was from the 1600sβ¦I think.β
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"And where exactly is it that you're from, hm?"
She would look at the blonde and his attire, not sure what to make of him and his appearance.
"You from that American kingdom, or?"
πππ’π€ππ§ (ζ’ ε§)
βYouβre interesting yaβself, ya know? Donβt see many people wielding Katana in my neck of the woods.β
He grinned, brightly. That typical Terry grin those who knew him had become so familiar with
βTerry, Terry Bogard.β
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"Uh huh... You're an interestin' one."
With his hand extended, she took a smoke out of her kiseru pipe and exhaled it as she turned away to do so. Putting it down for a moment, she shakes his hand.
"Baiken."
πππ’π€ππ§ (ζ’ ε§)
βEh. I just hop around, you know how it is. Canβt help meeting new faces.β
Terry held out a handβ¦but then switched to the opposite hand, because he realised that he would be shaking Baikenβs stump
βYou got a name?β
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"Not necessarily, just bizarre. Most people don't come to the Japanese colony without some reason, usually."
πππ’π€ππ§ (ζ’ ε§)
βSorry. Guess I was just travelling around, is that a big deal?β
