"Nah, Lilliana has it right." Orpheus said to Alex. "It's apparently really easy to kill someone. Being able to knock a load of people out all at once is much more impressive than that. You wanted to kill them you could just hit them with a rock. If you really want to show off, you show them something like a stun gun. And, just for the record, you'd be surprised how often sworn enemies have spoken fondly of each other throughout human history." 
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Orpheus hadn't slept the night before. Not that that was surprising, he never slept. Even if he did normally he would have been too giddy to do so. The word was so big and he had so little time! After eating/giving away the feast he had ordered and getting the rest of that lesson on chemistry he had gone through every book on his bedroom shelf. It was like finding the rosette stone, which was something he knew existed now! While the information provided couldn't possibly be his own worlds history it was still an important resource that contextualize human actions in his own. He'd recognized important historical events that had been referenced in the human media they had been able to recover, the events and ramifications of which they had only been able to speculate. When did Hamlet take place? What was he meaning of the phrase "the die is cast?" Why was there a flag on the moon? These were all questions that had plagued terminal debate since they came into being, and all of them and more he had answered in a single night.

Not that it had taken all night. After he had cleared the bookshelf he'd suck off to hit the town. It was unfortunate that he didn't have any money, and that many places were closed, but most of the places he visited weren't designed to keep out someone that could not one fly but shrink to the size of your average baseball. He took a whirlwind tour of the capital, hitting art galleries, museums, landmarks, even discovered some kind of all night dance hall where a very kind lady had taught him what he assumed was a traditional Byzantine dance. He'd sat and watched the sun rise from the tallest point in the city, stared out at the horizon, and marveled that there was still more out there. It was strange, it was all so much more exiting when you didn't have all the time in creation to explore it all.

He would have to bring Metallica back here. Someday.

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"So, reconciliation isn't something you can dismiss as casually as all that." He finished, jerking a thumb toward the ambassador. "Be careful dismissing stuff, it's how you end up like that guy."

Seriously, "Light-based Learnable Talents?" "'Luminous-based Metahumans?" Orpheus had once met a group of guys that had unearthed an old Latin dictionary and peppered their speech with the stuff because they thought the longer a word was the smarter it sounded. The ambassador reminded him a lot of them. "Monseiur?," he waved his hand to Ambassador Louis to catch his attention before pointing to the swiftly vanishing hunters Zarxe had called in. "What are those called?"