Raised hands, a fist cupped into his other palm, and he's turned from the floating images as a whole, to bow to Ten-Nank. No depth of prostration, nor would he ever, but here and now it's a mark of respect and genuinely that has been more poorly received than understood on the Voidtrecker Express.
So different, how they all try to understand and interact and find common grounds. Still, without the attempts made, where are they? Without listening, without acknowledging, what have they decided to become?
"This one apologises for having spoken on assumptions as truth." Apologies owed from his perspective, and he straightens, giving respect without turning it into a marked respect he doesn't owe anyone here, isn't stirred to. Though he does approach, coming to kneel in the manner of a student of his world, SCA in his hands and then held up, expression serious enough.
"Agreeable, yes. Taking me literally, or at the least not looking for a secondary meaning, is going to be less annoying for you. I'm direct. Rudely so at times." Not even a blink, because it's true, and he's not going to pretend otherwise to someone who doesn't know him, and has little reason to, not caught in the same cycle he is.
"So, this is what I know. This image, icon, whatever it's called, that is the anchor thing. Where we enter the... rainbow river of chaos void whatever, and bring people across. This one lets us see a map, though what that map shows depends on the place. This here allows us to speak to others on mission, but doesn't connect to the train, and you can search by a person's name, speak to a colour group, or speak to everyone. Also, I think this one means making the SCA generate light." A tap of his finger for each indication, while he blandly looks to Ten-Nank after. "I don't remember, because I don't need an SCA to generate light, but also because when I've been on mission, I'm more often a dragon than in human form, and it's hell to try and tap anything out with a talon."
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So different, how they all try to understand and interact and find common grounds. Still, without the attempts made, where are they? Without listening, without acknowledging, what have they decided to become?
"This one apologises for having spoken on assumptions as truth." Apologies owed from his perspective, and he straightens, giving respect without turning it into a marked respect he doesn't owe anyone here, isn't stirred to. Though he does approach, coming to kneel in the manner of a student of his world, SCA in his hands and then held up, expression serious enough.
"Agreeable, yes. Taking me literally, or at the least not looking for a secondary meaning, is going to be less annoying for you. I'm direct. Rudely so at times." Not even a blink, because it's true, and he's not going to pretend otherwise to someone who doesn't know him, and has little reason to, not caught in the same cycle he is.
"So, this is what I know. This image, icon, whatever it's called, that is the anchor thing. Where we enter the... rainbow river of chaos void whatever, and bring people across. This one lets us see a map, though what that map shows depends on the place. This here allows us to speak to others on mission, but doesn't connect to the train, and you can search by a person's name, speak to a colour group, or speak to everyone. Also, I think this one means making the SCA generate light." A tap of his finger for each indication, while he blandly looks to Ten-Nank after. "I don't remember, because I don't need an SCA to generate light, but also because when I've been on mission, I'm more often a dragon than in human form, and it's hell to try and tap anything out with a talon."