a very strange 'cousin', indeed...

[crouching_sin]

Sometimes, things happen. Powers know why, but sometimes unique existences are pulled into the universe from others. Things that don't quite line up, but are there anyway.

Things like this - a man with geta and a matrix-pattern haori appearing on a street in New York, looking around at the street signs. His lips press together in confusion - he'd used his demons to teleport away, but this? This was far too different to be Tokyo.

He moves himself from the street to the sidewalk, walking down to try to figure out where he is. At least he's out of the Lockdown, and doesn't have to deal with... well. The mess that Kazuya is about to make...

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[unfavorableinstigation]

/My dad's going to appreciate that, for one,/ Nita says, matching the grin.

/And the Speech was used to make the worlds. All types of beings - Life, whether it looks it or not - are able to understand it./

A 'bone deep' recognition, for those beings that have bones.

/So if all languages are related, I guess we could call ours 'cousins'./

[crouching_sin]

/Something like that. The root of all languages... well, it can't do much on its own, and most people can't understand it. Actually, you're the first once since... well, since Babel./

There's a tiredness to his words, a bone-deep exhaustion. He rubs at his sleeve, and as it shifts a long burn becomes visible on his arm. He's tired. He's been through a lot today, even before showing up in another world.

[unfavorableinstigation]

Some of the cheer edges out of Nita's smile again.

And then she sees the burn, and her eyes widen.

/How old is- did you get that coming here?/

Nita Callahan, showing sympathy for the Devil. Again.

[crouching_sin]

/Oh./

He pulls his sleeve up, revealing a nasty burn. Analysis will show that it's from some kind of magic, but it isn't a direct burn from fire - though there's definitely some bits of that in there. Instead it's more of a burn from some kind of nuclear-based magic.

/I had a fight with my brother, that's where I teleported from. I would have healed it, but I'm out of magic right now. I need time to recover./

[unfavorableinstigation]

And Bobo sets about analyzing it almost before Nita can ask; she actually looks like she's listening to a silent voice this time as she looks at the burn.

/Not surprised THAT sort of fight involved nuclears... Not sure if I'll be able to heal you, but I CAN give you time./

Hopefully without Naoya being put in a position to complain about either Callahan sister's bedspread.

[crouching_sin]

/Time would be... fine. I should be able to heal myself, provided my magic isn't going all strange here. Who knows?/

He's not willing to make any guarantees on this, given alternate universes.

Should Dairine barge in next tag or something? I don't mind waiting.

[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita sucked on her teeth, one hand moving from her Manual to the table.

/Well, I'd hate for a wizardry to make things worse./

Nita's not quite willing to hazard a bet like that, either.