Composite synthetic polymers... I better write that down given this green stuff. [He actually does take out a notebook and green glitter gel pen and writes down... something, it might be incomprehensible to anyone but him.]
[But he grins at her blush. Cute!] Ehhhhh there's no way I'm drinking anymore of this vile viscous secretion. [But he finishes off the glass he poured for himself, because it's wasteful not to! And... stumbles out from behind the bar, carrying... he hopes(?) a bottle of juice. And over to a table. Though the way he attempts to sit at the table on a chair makes him look even more drunk than he actually is. Spoilers: He doesn't know how to handle chairs. They don't exist when he's from.]
You're a copy. [EHHHH YEAH probably shouldn't have drunk that stuff without knowing what it's made of. Maybe it's some sort of hyper-potent super future alien drink. He just let himself be beguiled... by himself.] Simulation, right? This is all bonus. Invert your thinking. Wait... invert? What's it called in photography? When you make black and white reversed. Negatives. [Waves a hand. He has no idea. It's super futuristic to him, and super to the past for her. Point is:] If you really want to, set your mind on breaking the rules. Even Gods have rules they abide by, but we're not gods, so it's okay to break them. Nothing happens in your time without you. Temporal bubble, wasn't it? [He has a photographic memory, especially for new words and terms -- for better or worse. It also makes him an information sponge. Again, for better or worse.]
Don't -- don't you worry about me. [Laughs and opens the bottle. And smells it. PLEASE BE JUICE! And takes a sip.] I don't expect people who could rank up to be pleased with -- [Rolls a hand in a circle. He thinks it's juice, but it's not clearing his brain yet.] All this. But -- [He snaps his fingers. OKAY YES GOOD. When he's drunk he can't snap, so it must be juice! More drinking!] Think of it like... bonus. It's all bonus. An extra life. Simulation. You should talk to the others about win conditions. Skullduggery the skeleton, Max is -- [Nobunaga kind of has a word for "robot," but is hesitant to use it on account of Maeve and Klaus, and even Bastion so he just says:] Like me, red eyes, but his armor is his skeleton. And he wears suits. He is good with currency, so he'll understand the Tradewinds stuff really extra well. Make this life, one you'll be proud of. You aren't missing your old life, you're living it, it's just that this is like... an additional divergent timeline. If you want to break the timelines, then figure out how you're going to do it. And I'll take care of me and my soldiers. [Squints and nods. Yes. And then shakes his head.]
I have no idea if I'm making sense to you. [He didn't make sense to Skullduggery either, but it's hard when he's used to talking in metaphors and thinking even more abstractly.]
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[But he grins at her blush. Cute!] Ehhhhh there's no way I'm drinking anymore of this vile viscous secretion. [But he finishes off the glass he poured for himself, because it's wasteful not to! And... stumbles out from behind the bar, carrying... he hopes(?) a bottle of juice. And over to a table. Though the way he attempts to sit at the table on a chair makes him look even more drunk than he actually is. Spoilers: He doesn't know how to handle chairs. They don't exist when he's from.]
You're a copy. [EHHHH YEAH probably shouldn't have drunk that stuff without knowing what it's made of. Maybe it's some sort of hyper-potent super future alien drink. He just let himself be beguiled... by himself.] Simulation, right? This is all bonus. Invert your thinking. Wait... invert? What's it called in photography? When you make black and white reversed. Negatives. [Waves a hand. He has no idea. It's super futuristic to him, and super to the past for her. Point is:] If you really want to, set your mind on breaking the rules. Even Gods have rules they abide by, but we're not gods, so it's okay to break them. Nothing happens in your time without you. Temporal bubble, wasn't it? [He has a photographic memory, especially for new words and terms -- for better or worse. It also makes him an information sponge. Again, for better or worse.]
Don't -- don't you worry about me. [Laughs and opens the bottle. And smells it. PLEASE BE JUICE! And takes a sip.] I don't expect people who could rank up to be pleased with -- [Rolls a hand in a circle. He thinks it's juice, but it's not clearing his brain yet.] All this. But -- [He snaps his fingers. OKAY YES GOOD. When he's drunk he can't snap, so it must be juice! More drinking!] Think of it like... bonus. It's all bonus. An extra life. Simulation. You should talk to the others about win conditions. Skullduggery the skeleton, Max is -- [Nobunaga kind of has a word for "robot," but is hesitant to use it on account of Maeve and Klaus, and even Bastion so he just says:] Like me, red eyes, but his armor is his skeleton. And he wears suits. He is good with currency, so he'll understand the Tradewinds stuff really extra well. Make this life, one you'll be proud of. You aren't missing your old life, you're living it, it's just that this is like... an additional divergent timeline. If you want to break the timelines, then figure out how you're going to do it. And I'll take care of me and my soldiers. [Squints and nods. Yes. And then shakes his head.]
I have no idea if I'm making sense to you. [He didn't make sense to Skullduggery either, but it's hard when he's used to talking in metaphors and thinking even more abstractly.]