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[His voice is lively and cheerful. He wears a grin as he gestures towards the screen. He's clearly holding it at selfie distance.]

Hello, fellow Heroes of this star! My name is Solus zos Galvus. It is plain to understand why they would employ my assistance in their time of crisis. Terribly inconvenient and inconsiderate of them to borrow me without asking...

[He catches a glimpse of something off screen, and sets the communicator down in a way that he can use it hands free. He spreads his hands out wide and shrugs his shoulders.]

But I can hardly blame them. I am a brilliant engineer, after all! Surely there must be other very talented individuals about.

I had just a short jaunt around town, and I must say that the technology is decent enough here, but I could not help but notice that it is not fully accessible to the common folk. Or should I say... The unpowered masses!

The government must not trust them very much to bar them from using the teleporters... Or, perhaps they simply don't have the capacity. Would it really be so difficult to build or distribute those lovely little nanites they were so keen on giving us?

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That is my name, you need not worry about that.

[There was no escape, but, at least Shen truly was his family name, just, his personal name was Yuan, but that was fine, Qingqiu was a name of stature anyway, so it didn't matter.]

Can you not at least share things of your world? We all come from different places here.

Weeeell.... [ His voice draws out, the high-pitch part of it raising.] Alright. Who am I to deny such an avid lover of stories?

I’m from Garlemald, a fairly successful northern nation of a continent called Eorzea. It is populated with all manner of people and beasts. You really only see one sort of person here, wherever here is, exactly. I really haven’t seen any tails or pointed ears yet. I don’t know if they all just live someplace else...

I'm not too familiar, most people I have run across are rather normal I suppose.

There is some sort of AI robot and some aliens however.

[Now he actually was suprised that the ratio of traits represented were so similar.]

Perhaps those traits are more unique than not?

Oh, we have those, too. Most people don't know that dragons are aliens.

[Normal. Normal was relative. And he didn't know enough about this planet to make any judgement calls about the society. That would come soon enough.]

Is that so? [Of course that would be some bullshit he had to deal with because of the Sundering.] Well, surely you must come from a peaceful place, then!

[The idea that dragons were aliens was a rather unique twist.]

I don't know if I would call it peaceful, but it isn't exactly war-torn either. There are demons with unique traits in the demon realm, however.

[He raises his brows. ] Demons! [ Now that was something he was familiar with.]

Plagued by the hellsent. A difficult foe to be certain.

[ He sizes him up. By his looks and mannerisms... ]

Do you have servants?

Difficult yes, though, I feel most of our issues are in misunderstandings and cultural divides more than anything.

[Though, they were definitely very difficult to deal with.]

I have disciples.

[Which did all of his chores, ran his bath, cooked his food, and took care of everything important, so basically servants, but also not. However, if he did think about it, the logistics division was a bit like indentured help. But servants didn't feel quite right, it was more like... the service industry of a small city.

While he thought of this he spaced out a little bit.]

[Solus makes the mistake of waiting patiently for him to come back to them conversation. He snaps his fingers at him in irritation.]

Yes, well, do you still have them?

[He blinked a little. Had he been expected to say more? Maybe he had. But what was there to say? And clearly he did not have them here!

Of course, those other cultivators got to have their disciples and family and known people. No he wasn't jealous of it!]

Here? No. I am the only one here from my world.

I have... roommates?

[He immediately looks disappointed.]

No...? [He sighs, lolling his head back.] Do your "roommates" provide any services for you? How's a man supposed to... live. [He sighs.]

They clean up the house if I simply ignore it.

[Because his solution to things was simply to not deal with what he didn't want to deal with.]

But, modern conveniences make needing people to do them less required. You don't have to cook with instant and take out food, and any items can be easily obtained and delivered through the internet. Services can be bought when needed, so, there really isn't a worry to comfort. You could live entirely without ever leaving the house.

[Solis laughs raucously. ] That’s the spirit! [ Uh-Oh. He has roommates you know, don’t give him any ideas.]

I’m not such a shut in, my dear boy, buuuut... I like the sound of those other things.

[In fact. ]

I’ve just arrived here so so don’t know where all the good food is. It wouldn’t do me any good to die of food poisoning, hmmm?

[Was that a dig? Don't judge him! He was really mad, alright? It was late! He should have checked for better food in the fridge!]

If you do a search there should be reviews for places in your area and user comments.

So inhospitable! [ Are you really going to be able to say no to someone who has declared himself an emperor at least once? In spite of his protests he’s already sort of figured out a nearby computer. Blessed search function. ]

You’ve been here longer, so you should show me somewhere. I’m already famished, after all.

Besides... [ He seems to have found a laptop. ] What does “Mexican Fusion” mean? And organic food implies the existence of something I daren’t consider.

[Oh, that was asking him to recommend? Be more clear, how is he suppose to know that! Not to mention, he had not even really considered what was good or not. He had not had an appetite in weeks and when he felt a need to eat it was instant or microwave. Sure he had gotten some pasties once and maybe milk tea....]

I'm not really sure. Organic, however, is a method of farming using more natural methods. I don't really know enough about commercial farming to explain it in any detail though.

[Google it! You can google it!]

[Googling on an empty stomach??? Out of the question. Except he was still looking at reviews. ]

Ah, useless information. [ he flaps his hand dismissively. ] Nevermind. [ scroll, scroll, scroll.]

There are several “Chinese” restaurants. Either that or Mexican, and I have no idea what that all is supposed to be. Do these words make sense to you? Burrito, lo mein, quesadilla... you’ve sent me on a wild goose chase.

They're all American.

[A lot of the specific things he had wanted were hard to find.]

It's describing the ethnicities of where the food originated since this country is a melting pot of cultures. "Chinese" is food from China, "Mexican" is food from Mexico. Lo mein is a noodle dish.

[Sorry, he doesn't actually know that much about Mexican food.]

[ Another withering look. ] All American. From here but of somewhere else at the same time. Very well, I think I understand.

[ But. A noodle dish sounded good. That was all words he understood, at least. He squints at his screen clicking and typing with dramatic concentration. ]

Forty minutes. [ He wasn’t sure if that was particularly fast or slow in this context. Well, whatever. ]

The “Lo Mein” had better be good for all the help you were.

I didn't say to get lo mein. I would have probably gone for dumplings or soup.

[But should he really advise food? He actually loved congee when made by a chef.]

Though, I usually just eat what is given to me or suggested. You could have called them and asked for chef recommendations.

[Because what is cooking?]

[ Don’t make it complicated! ] Oh, now you speak up! I ordered it already. Too late.

[ He folds his arms and smirks. Getting a rise out of this guy was fun. ]

Oh but to do that I would have to stop talking to you! And I’m having such fun.

[Was he that amusing? Did this guy have bad taste?]

You can try something different next time then. That is the advantage of ordering out, you can choose whatever.

[ He sighs. Was this fellow starting to lose all his patience for him? He ordinarily didn't mind annoying the piss out of others, but with so few contacts and no useful powers...]

I'm not keeping you, am I? You seem like the type who can't speak up for himself, so here's permission to be on your way.

[He stares levelly at him as he sips his drink.] But first, I would know who does your hair.

[Truth be told he had absolutely nothing better to do. He had no places he needed to go and even his job could be done from home on the side. Was this as attempt to shut down the conversation? He could definitely speak up for himself if he felt a need.

Most of the time.

At least create a good excuse!]

I have to.

[He had thought about cutting it when arriving in this world. It would be easier to deal with. But then, who had ever heard of a short haired cultivator!? It would ruin the aesthetic! It was a pain to do it properly when being seen by anyone in public, but, at least at home he could pull it into a ponytail.

Of course... he still only did the bare minimum of acceptability with it.]

Before I arrived my disciple would do it for me....

Oh dear! Poor thing.

[He drapes himself over the arm of his couch as he snags his mimosa. As he brings it to his mouth, his lips curl. He flicks the glass and the color changes somewhat. And then he sips.]

You're barely surviving without your servants— I mean, your disciples, aren't you?

I am not so bad I can't brush my hair.

[What sort of useless human being did you take him for!? He might prefer idleness and a simple and carefree life, but he wasn't so lost that he couldn't take care of himself when he had to. Just because he was a third son of a second generation household didn't mean he was completely foregone!]

There's no need for product either, because a cultivator will always have good hair.

[It was a must!]

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