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[ his broadcast is the result of unintentional button mashing, his face appearing both upside down and too close to the screen when it's first flipped on. then he's lurching away and dropping the device into the grass at his feet, startled by the screen when it lit up. it gives the network a good, unobstructed view of a man in clothing that clearly belongs to another century. heavy fabrics and leathers with ornate patterns stitched and engraved into them, the hilt of a sword with a bright red scarf dangling from the end, and the curved tooth of a pendant dangling from a thin chord around his neck.

it takes a moment for him to step back up to the device, curiosity overriding fear as he kneels next to wear it has fallen. now his image is sideways and remains that way until he reaches down — hesitantly — to grab it, successfully turning his image upright. ]

What is this? [ he holds it up, above his head, as if illuminating the translucent surface with the sun's rays will offer a better explanation. a thick, distinctly italian accent clings to his voice when he speaks. ] Why— I don't understand. What purpose does this serve?

[ marco gives it a good shake in a poor attempt at jostling answers free. had he not ran from the sudden appearance of weiss schnee's hologram or taken a moment to read over the pamphlet he stuffed into his belt, he'd have a better idea of what this was, nevermind how he came to be in this strange, foreign land. alas, he's currently engaged in a losing battle with a smartphone, and if someone doesn't intervene soon, it runs the risk of becoming forever lost to the shallow depths of garden park's duck pond. ]

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[ thankfully, others have explained its purpose to him in ways he understands (and also doesn't...), and marco is not fool enough to believe in "angry spirits." perhaps there were those back at court who would have easily bought in to such a thing, but those ways were not his own. ]

The only spirits I am interested in conversing with would not need use of this [ he shakes the phone, jostling the feed ] device.

Wow, first you ignore my warning that there are angry spirits here and you insult them by assuming they have nothing better to do than personally visit you instead of making a quick call. Talk about rude.

What is rude is your assumption that I am the fool you take me for.

[ hailing from the early days of the yuan dynasty does not make him stupid. his perceptiveness has saved him time and time again, and he's not about to fall short on those talents by allowing himself to be convinced that this device is a means of communicating with that which would upset both god and the heavenly-father in the great blue sky above. ]

No seriously, there are angry spirits here. They want to eat us.

[ Except now she's not lying, sort of, which means she's going to get to go 'I told you so' if they break through again. And that makes it all worth it, even if she's feigning an innocent expression right now. ]

Your warning is appreciated and will be taken into advisement.

[ clipped, said in his best dismissive jingim-like voice. ]

[ There's a little smirk on her lips at that tone. This guy doesn't appreciate being messed with, even if she told him the truth in the end. That was part of the fun of being a liar. ]

Do you have a name or just an attitude?

[ he really, really doesn't. ]

You may refer to me as Master Polo, Emissary of the Great Khan.

Hmmmm... Pass. I was going to go with your name but I think I'll go with poolboy if you think I'm calling you Master anything.

[ the only polo she knows of is either the pool game or the shirts since there's no explorer by that name in remnant. ]

[ were he the type, he'd roll his eyes. ]

It is a formal title that reflects my position within the Khan's court, not what you appear to be implying.

I've never heard of a Khan so I'm bordering on not really caring. That's something from your world. Here, you're just like everyone else. No position whatsoever.

[ she would care if the khan and his armies were here, but that's not something marco gives voice to. as much as he may feel compelled to rise to the defense of both himself and his khan, he is not as dense as his era may make him seem. he understands that there are a multitude of lands represented here and that this world likely does not follow or respect any of the customs from his own. including his knighthood and diplomatic immunity. things that would grant him respect and safe passage in the khan's lands will do little for him while a resident of these. ]

It is not my place to dictate what you do and do not care for, signorina. Care or care not. That is your choice.

Like you said, I am like everyone else here, so if you'll excuse me, I need to do like everyone else and see to my place in this new world.

[ here would be where he'd disconnect the line, but he has no idea how to terminate his feed, so he pockets the device instead. enjoy the darkened, blurry sight of the gol seal it's now sharing pocket space with, emerald. ]

[ Rude.

Emerald watches the feed for a second, then decides that instead of hanging up, she's going to make sure that he knows she doesn't appreciate being 'hung up' on. Enjoy teenbop radio, she's going to just leave her device on next to it since he can't figure out how to disconnect. ]

[ he can only stand the loud cacophony of what future centuries dare to call "music" for so long. which is about the point marco leaves his device abandoned in the crook of a tree limb to be retrieved later while he continues on, exploring these strange lands. ]

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