un: tigerpoet

[tigerpoet]

I think by an Earth calendar, today would be Father's Day.

To the other parents who are here... do you miss your children? Even if you wouldn't want them here.

I miss mine.

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[tigerpoet]

That's alright. I've mostly come to peace with it, it's just days like this that are a bit melancholy for me.

[demonicbookworm]

Does that mean you believe you won't see them again?

[tigerpoet]

My being summoned and alive in my own world again is a government secret. I'm not allowed to go see them.

Even if I did, I don't think they'd recognize me. From their point of view, it's been 70 years.

[demonicbookworm]

[Now this is a real surprise. By the rules of Ruca's world, brining someone back from the dead is not possible. After death, their soul is reincarnated and moves on, that's all. So it's no wonder that he finds himself unable to respond for a longer moment.]

You were brought back to life 70 year after your death...

It must be difficult for you, but I suppose time cannot be turned back.

Though, in this place I think I can't be sure even about that.

[tigerpoet]

This place breaks plenty of rules, but as far as I know that's not one of them? Then again, it pulls people here from different points in time, that's something similar...

[demonicbookworm]

It might be.

I would like to believe that maybe there is a way for you to meet your family again.

[tigerpoet]

I'm not sure I'd want to meet them here... It's an awkward situation to think about your children being in.

[demonicbookworm]

I'm sorry! That was not what I meant!

And yes, I agree!

[tigerpoet]

It's alright. I appreciate the sentiment.

[demonicbookworm]

Is there anything I can do for you? I mean, I know we don't even know each other, but since we're all here, I think it's natural to want to help.

[tigerpoet]

Talking has helped a little. Thank you.

I'm Nakajima Atsushi. It's nice to meet you.

[demonicbookworm]

I'm Ruca Milda. It's nice to meet you, too, Mister Nakajima.

[tigerpoet]

If I may ask, how old are you?

[demonicbookworm]

I'm fifteen.

[tigerpoet]

That's a little young to be suddenly uprooted to a strange new world. Do you at least have friends from home here?

[demonicbookworm]

Well, I've had worse in my world?

[At least here he doesn't have to worry about getting thrown onto a front-line of a war.]

And no. My friends aren't here.

[tigerpoet]

[This isn't a good thing??]

I'm sorry to hear that. For a long time I was the only one here from my world, too.

[demonicbookworm]

It's okay. I think they wouldn't like it here.

And everybody has been kind to me so far.

[He misses his friends terribly, but... he'll be fine.]

[tigerpoet]

I see. I'm glad you're making new friends.

Do you go to classes here?

[demonicbookworm]

I'm not sure if we're friend yet... Everyone is nice, but I'm not that good at making friends.

No, but I spend a lot of time in the library. I would like to go to classes, though. I enjoy studying a lot.

[tigerpoet]

I teach languages and literature at Casagranda's Grand Castle Academy here. If you have the time to spare, we'd love to have you.

[demonicbookworm]

Oh, of course! I'd love that!

[tigerpoet]

[Insert address here!]

Let me know what days work for you for classes.

[demonicbookworm]

I will, thank you!

[tigerpoet]

I look forward to having you in class.