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[minorgod]

[ Considering the last instance of Yato's face being flashed all over the network - and the rest of the city, for that matter - was a horribly unflattering picture of him, one could be forgiven for almost not immediately realizing that this is the same person. But it is! Though he looks far more subdued than most people in Aifaran have ever seen him. ]

Hey, Aifaran. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but I'm back. Or-- if you don't remember me...

[ The way he says it is quiet, like he expects that to be the case. ]

... then I'm Yato, nice to meet you all.

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[ OOC - For those unfamiliar, the living can easily forget about Far Shore beings like Yato once he's not around, even up to the point where their memories alter themselves to exclude him. Feel free to have your character remember him or not - even if they don't at first, their memories are likely to come back once they start interacting with him again. ]

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[acicular]

[This is the latest in a litany of first impressions for Antarcticite, who is still getting used to interacting with people they do not recognize--after all, prior to arriving in Aifaran, the only strangers they ever had cause to encounter were usually Lunarian interlopers intent on dragging gems off to the moon.]

I am Antarcticite, [comes their rather formal introduction--though they look more earnest than severe. Doubtless making new friends just isn't something they have much experience with.] I've never met a Dreamer who left and then came back before.

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[minorgod]

Honestly, it doesn't seem like something that people like to talk about, but with the sheer number of Dreamfolk here, maybe you could coax out a few stories. Tell them you're writing a book.

Huh... you've got that shiny-thing going on, like Rutile does.

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[acicular]

[somewhat awkwardly,] Oh, no, I'm not a good conversationalist--

[and then comes that observation. Antarcticite looks momentarily surprised, and then a tiny, pleased little smile tugs up the corners of their mouth.] That's because we're both gems from the same world, [they explain. They lift up their hand and peel back their glove to reveal the crystalline, unpainted structure of their wrist.] This is apparently unusual here.

[minorgod]

You don't need to be, a few well-timed questions and people will spin you all the stories you'll ever want to hear.

Well, nice to meetcha, Antarcticite! I was - am? - one of Rutile's roommates.

[acicular]

It is nice to meet you.

[Is it nice? Saying it's nice appears to be the usual thing that people say upon meeting strangers here. Antarcticite understands the necessity of being polite; it's just the strangeness of having to make new acquaintances that they're still adjusting to.

...as is carrying on a simple, pleasant conversation, apparently. Antarcticite fumbles, their school prefect-like posture faltering for a moment.] Well, [awkwardly, then--aha,] you must come from someplace interesting. What is your world like?

[minorgod]

[ Yato seems pleased with the exchange even so, thus Antarcticite must be doing something right. ]

Interesting... I guess it is! It's not boring, anyway. Humans and Phantoms, shrinking and gods like yours truly!

[ he jerks his thumb at himself for emphasis ]