And no. No, he can't be. That'd be ridiculous. There's no way. No way. ]
From the past?
[ A slow, measured blink. His face is like stone, neutral, impassive; but his mind is ticking behind the mask, trying to connect the dots as rapidly as possible, to keep the upper hand. ]
Ua Duibhne. Your sire's name - is it Donn?
[ Damian's shakier on European mythologies than he is on his more local mythologies (local, of course, being the range from the Gulf to Eastern China), so most of what he knows only comes from his lessons in art history. But Donn, and Diarmuid ua Duibhne, were some of the more significant characters in Irish legend and featured prominently in cultural allusions. ]
And...Pokemon trainers. Were here. As is Professor Oak. With a -- dragonite?
[ He's skeptical at best, but he's - seen a lot. Already.
(Large, sentient robot aliens.)
So he may be more inclined to accept that, somehow, the boy is telling the truth. And if he is? His brow furrows; he narrows his eyes, taking a slow breath in and out through his nose, and tries to keep his bearings straight here as he restructures his understanding of this planet. Timelines, at the least, are involved, as is the possibility of alternate dimensions and his head is spinning.
His control cracks for a brief moment, eyes screwing shut while disorientation and discomfort flicker across his face, before his lips thin and he recomposes himself again. ]
Great. Maybe I am still dead after all. [ More to himself than anything else. ]
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And no. No, he can't be. That'd be ridiculous. There's no way. No way. ]
From the past?
[ A slow, measured blink. His face is like stone, neutral, impassive; but his mind is ticking behind the mask, trying to connect the dots as rapidly as possible, to keep the upper hand. ]
Ua Duibhne. Your sire's name - is it Donn?
[ Damian's shakier on European mythologies than he is on his more local mythologies (local, of course, being the range from the Gulf to Eastern China), so most of what he knows only comes from his lessons in art history. But Donn, and Diarmuid ua Duibhne, were some of the more significant characters in Irish legend and featured prominently in cultural allusions. ]
And...Pokemon trainers. Were here. As is Professor Oak. With a -- dragonite?
[ He's skeptical at best, but he's - seen a lot. Already.
(Large, sentient robot aliens.)
So he may be more inclined to accept that, somehow, the boy is telling the truth. And if he is? His brow furrows; he narrows his eyes, taking a slow breath in and out through his nose, and tries to keep his bearings straight here as he restructures his understanding of this planet. Timelines, at the least, are involved, as is the possibility of alternate dimensions and his head is spinning.
His control cracks for a brief moment, eyes screwing shut while disorientation and discomfort flicker across his face, before his lips thin and he recomposes himself again. ]
Great. Maybe I am still dead after all. [ More to himself than anything else. ]