The Die is Cast

𖦹 Hmm. That must've been very confusing. 𖦹

That doesn't sound like something humans usually experience, and Leshy wonders if he's a game entity like himself. He thinks better than to ask him outright, preferring to preserve the illusion.

As for memories...

𖦹 I am inclined to agree with you. Our memories are precious things. I'll never forget the challengers I faced, nor the challenges I made for them. 𖦹

𖦹 ...What of yourself? What memories will you preserve? 𖦹

"...Far too many, but it is not one thing I should share for now."

Every name of man and woman who has died for the foundation, for the cause that they speak of. It is hard to say, but for every thing he did, his memory is perfect. the sins haunt him to this moment, the spectres hiding behind everything.

𖦹 My world... 𖦹

Leshy's words come slowly. His aged hands grip each other tightly.

𖦹 I don't imagine there's anything left of it now. 𖦹

"We have that much in common. I doubt there is anything left of my own, not when time continues to go back and forth between eras."

time, was ravaged by the storm. a incident that has little bearing to whatever is happening, but always when arcanus vindictae appear. it is... not something pleasant at least.

He pours tea.

Having arrived at the townhouse, Leshy stops in his tracks and stares at the door.

𖦹 I'd imagine this world is something of a reprieve for you, isn't it? 𖦹

𖦹 Now then... you'll have to get the door for me. I do not have a key, you see. 𖦹

He will savor the moments.

"What of your world?"

"I don't know of any Foundation in the context you're talking about, but there's plenty of organizations that exist because of sorcerers in my home - all of them are a pain to deal with."

The coffee's still good, even if it isn't sweet enough for his taste. Maybe he could add more sugar to it...

"it is... a self hating system in place. For the betterment of humanity."

"What would you have done, if change is impossible without killing everyone from the top."

He orders a much sweeter drink from the server. Willing to try all the different flavors that his time in 1999 did not have."

𖦹 We must play with the hand we've been dealt. Though, I was not expecting to dealt back in... 𖦹

"...War."

Nothing else but that, of course there was little to be said when you purposely fight for protection. for purpose, but right now he suppose he can relax. after all time flows too differently to be of any use in worrying.

𖦹 Hmm. This would be easier with my subordinates... 𖦹

But they are not around to help.

Was it not ironic, him of all people who has done crimes against common sense living the life most would dream of.

"I would despair, and say that my men deserve a peaceful life more then me. But I am the one here now, and not them."

When the human asks for his assistance, Leshy leans down and blinks at him, considering his request. A moment passes, then his eyes start to swirl as his words make their way into the other man's mind.

𖦹 ... Certainly. Allow me to relieve you of your possessions. 𖦹

"very well."

He says, accepting the deal and knowing that the other didn't specify how much of the excess he needed. Igor knows of deals, and people who hide in them. And since he is alone, a little gamble wouldn't hurt.

"A long time? Eh...let me think for a moment..."

...Defintely not.

"Yeah, sure! Long enough! What did you wanna know?"

"it is almost summer , should I start preparing lighter clothes?" coming from russia, the winters and summers of it were very light on temperature. Much less in the plains.

half was understand because as a history professor, he had to keep up with everything and all his children schedules as well. hence he was mildly profession with the computer. A busy work schedule can create miracles, or make nightmares. Some could break under the pressure, especially one as skill base as gaming. and making games was no easy task at all.

When one takes the cigarette, maybe they notice the odd… Squishiness of it. The paper is loose. Caine takes the ‘cigarette’ up to his mouth and…

Poof!

A plume of powdered sugar ‘smoke’ plumed out of the tip. Caine unwrapped the gum that was in the shape of a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth.

“Yummy!” He said, somehow totally able to pronounce all his words.

His mind somehow thinks of that odd game called Baldy basis that he played when he was in america, it was so long ago he wonders if its still playable in its current form...

"Ha."

"I will save this for one of my daughters instead. Perhaps they can appreciate the flavor more then i could."

“Oh! Hello my fellow professor! It’s been a fantastic day!” It wasn’t, not really. Some students enjoyed his quirks but most are exhausted. He looks at his wrist with a watch that is 100% a toy.

"I'm sure they are all blessed to see you."

unwilling to go into the joke, he does take one cigarette offered. The whole day was full of young people that did not know what to do, still finding themselves. how peaceful for all of them really, that they had such luxury compared to his own childhood.

"and what is your next lesson plan for them?"