[center] [h1] ᓰSᗩᓰᗩᕼ ᗩᖻᗩᗩᘻ [/h1] [/center] [center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/514937015825989653/744982192890970133/unknown.png[/img][/center] [hr] [color=#ff00ff] "The vagueness of not knowing it is the non-exact part of it Andromeda." [/color] All people prone to the belief of science did tend to falter this way in their conversations. Nothing he wasn't use to. Sometimes they were the easiest to decieve, so staunch in their own devotions of reality. Isaiah gave a glance over of the fantasty surroundings. Some would have broken with this mere transportation, yet she seemed calm. How interesting. Ada gave a wide grin to him as she introduced herself. Isaiah assumed she was just a tad ugly when she was smiling. Though the gestures and all. She wasn't....copying him was she? Isaiah opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Andromeda. Oh great, he was liked by the academic. Truly things were looking up for him now. Still, it was true. Their words were being live translated into something he could understand. That was...useful? He supposed it might be worse off to try and communicate with someone in a foreign tongue. But as he looked towards the sign she pointed at. He came to the realization that neither of them understood the writings. Damn, he had hoped it was just him. This wasn't too much of a burden at the moment, a one eyed man in a world of the blind is still king. Andromeda suggested scouting the local area, a fair request. Even if she had the smile of an accountant. No matther the far future of their situation, he had a feeling it was better to take this one hour at a time. He looked at the group to give acknowledment bef- where was the girl? He scanned the area, spotting her going to a fruit stall. He grinded his teeth, they had barely gotten past saying eachothers names before she had gone to wander off. He'd rather she show her potential for use before doing that. As he raced up to catch up to her, Miki had already produce some of her country's currency to buy some fruit. Rookie error. If she had been listening and realised the writing was different then it was certain the currency would most likely be too. He felt the hairs on his neck raise a little bit. What she had done was basically shoot a flare in the air that she and (by an unfornunate extension for now) them were basically lost tourists who seemed to be flaunting their money without any idea of the exchange rate. (Not that he thought there was an actual exhange rate between the yen and the slivers.) If he was in the crowd, he'd be licking his lips at how easy a target they looked like. And there were a lot worse people then him with worse ideas in this city he bet. Isaiah placed his hands on Miki's shoulders, a gentle but firm grasp that began to lean Miki away from the stall. [color=#ff00ff] "Miki...What have I told you about trying to prank the stalls? You've already used up your allowance of silver this week." [/color] He looked up to the stallkeeper with an apologising look. [color=#ff00ff] "I'm sorry about my sister. You know what we were like at that age, ha-ha. We don't want to block your beautiful face from the sun any longer" [/color] He gave his usual wink and smile before again, trying to guide Miki back towards the center of the group. [color=#ff00ff] "Let's head back to[i] our home,[/i] shall we Miki?" [/color] [hr] Phys@ Interaction; [@Vocab] [@Vancexentan] [@addamas] [@KoL] [@TheMushroomLord]