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[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

I seek answers. I am no mere toy, to be cast about the winds as some Machine sees fit. I carry the Stone within me, I choose the fate of nations and kings, and I woke to Wales, not to, to, to-

[There's a pause and this is said with dripping derision]

Florida.

Where is my companion? Why has it been seen fit to take me and not him? He is more at ease with the walking world, as it took me near hours to manage this magic, and I still have little faith in my success with it.

How can I find my way back to the lake when the waters that separate me seem vast and infinite? Once the Romans sailed such broad waters but I am no Roman-made thing, and I have no such experience with anything wider than what I saw beyond the borders of Ynys Afallon and the high walls of Caerleon. I know much of land but little of sea, and would ask someone to take me, if debt can be incurred against the hand of my king.

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[earnedmystripes]

[He barely understood about half that, but--]

Uhhh, in order: Probably back home, we don't know, aaaaand we don't know. Basically, you're kinda stuck here for awhile, just like the rest of us. Sorry.

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

I mislike these answers. I am not so well-suited to be here as the rest of you.

[earnedmystripes]

And you think the rest of us are just doing cartwheels about being trapped for who knows how long in another dimension?

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

What?

[earnedmystripes]

[Blink.]

What d'you mean, what.

[He thought he was pretty clear!!]

[voice]

[glassinine]

[Well, you seem...odd.]

Good day, ma'am; my name is Miles Edgeworth. If I might inquire, what is the name of your companion? We might be able to begin a search.

[voice]

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

Mo. His name is Mo. He calls me Gwen, as a jest, although I'm known as well as Gwendolyn.

He's also known as Mjolnir.

[voice]

[glassinine]

I see. Well, I know of none by that name, but I shall keep watch for if he shows up.

[voice]

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

I need him. I know very little of the walking world. Too little.

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[forwardcompatible]

[ well that was... unenlightening ]

So magic is a thing where you come from?

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[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

Magic is not a thing. Magic is magic.

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[forwardcompatible]

Okay, yes, super enlightening. I was more wondering what type of magic and how powerful, in your world.

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[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

For what?

[typewriting]

[Ynys Afallon and the walls of Caerleon? Someone's either a King Arthur fan or the real deal]

Sorry, miss, I'm afraid you're stuck here like the rest of us for now.

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

[She is the real deal, Alan.]

I have been told. I have no great knowledge of the walking world, and no one told me it would be this way. Mo did not mention such things when we were in Wales.

Forgot to add that he's on voice

[typewriting]

What are you having problems with exactly?

8D deal

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

I do not understand how I was taken. I was walking, even if I were sleeping, I should have woken before any took me.

I do not understand Florida. Or what I am doing here.

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[boobwindow]

[ Guess this calls for Power Girl and not Karen Starr, so one again the ID prints as anonymous. ]

Easy there. It's not as specific as we'd like to think.

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[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

What do you mean?

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[boobwindow]

That machine that brought you here? The Porter? It picks at random.

[ ... As far as they know. ]

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[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

And so it chose me, at random, and not my companion. Is that what you're saying? That there is no thought or desire?

[longestwinter]

[Well he got six words of that. What, is she Asgardian or something.

He watches her for a while, across the street from the house he's been assigned but hasn't shown any sign of taking up residence in yet. Then leaves, and replies to this sometime later.]

So far as I can tell, the Romans aren't the big-shots they used to be.

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

[She's been sitting in one of the upstairs rooms, having tried all the beds like Goldilocks. Still futzing.]

Do you mean they do not have much control anymore? Mo explained that to me.

[longestwinter]

[Oh great, he'll get left with the hardest one.]

Don't really exist any more, is closer. Then, there's a few things here that do when they shouldn't.

[Like oh the USSR.]

It's not the world either of us know.

[beneaththelakeshesleeps]

[It'll be a fight with T'Challa.]

No? Did you sleep, then, and wake to something you no longer recognized?

[There is the slightest edge there, almost like a challenge. But then, it's hard to tell. Her voice carries that edge through and through.]