[Well, that certainly was An Attempt at his name. Connor remembers introducing himself to Achilles, too, when they had first met. He remembers the look his Mentor had given him, as if he had just spoken the equivalent of gibberish, though the man had been cordial enough to avoid saying as much — only that he would need a name that was easier to say, that would turn far fewer heads, for those that made their home in and around the city.
So, despite himself, he mercifully offers his adopted name.]
Many people call me Connor. [please leave his name alone…. valiant effort, at least.]
I do not know what any of that means. [Which is not completely true, and his angles his head up just enough so that she might see the peeking his shadowed eyes from beneath his hood. There is a glimmer of confusion there.] Japan is across the sea. The other side of the world.
[He did not sail that far. What is happening?]
This ‘Dark Hour’, is it why your city looks so strange?
[ Mitsuru isn't about to let her relief show on her face, but some of the tension leaves her shoulders-- an incremental amount, hardly noticeable. Connor. Still not Japanese, but so much easier to pronounce than the first name he'd given her. ]
While that may be so, and I'm not doubting your word... [ because she's been tricked so many times, she knows at least the tells of terrible liars, after all ]
I hope you won't doubt mine when I say this is Japan. As for the Dark Hour...
[ She finally slips her rapier back into the sheath at her hip, choosing to fold her arms over her chest. ]
That's correct. It's an hour between midnight and the minute succeeding it, an hour most aren't aware of. [ She nods over to a coffin. ]
A civilian. One who will continue to move without any memory of this occurrence once this time ends.
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So, despite himself, he mercifully offers his adopted name.]
Many people call me Connor. [please leave his name alone…. valiant effort, at least.]
I do not know what any of that means. [Which is not completely true, and his angles his head up just enough so that she might see the peeking his shadowed eyes from beneath his hood. There is a glimmer of confusion there.] Japan is across the sea. The other side of the world.
[He did not sail that far. What is happening?]
This ‘Dark Hour’, is it why your city looks so strange?
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While that may be so, and I'm not doubting your word... [ because she's been tricked so many times, she knows at least the tells of terrible liars, after all ]
I hope you won't doubt mine when I say this is Japan. As for the Dark Hour...
[ She finally slips her rapier back into the sheath at her hip, choosing to fold her arms over her chest. ]
That's correct. It's an hour between midnight and the minute succeeding it, an hour most aren't aware of. [ She nods over to a coffin. ]
A civilian. One who will continue to move without any memory of this occurrence once this time ends.