Llewellyn tilted his head, expression making it very apparent that he was trying to work all of that story out in his head. It was quite a story. The sort that made you realize that, once again, just when you thought you’d heard it all when it came to other worlds that were so unlike your own, you were proven wrong. “So— Uh… If I have this straight, you lost your soul but… have it back now?”
There was a definite interest as she explained her friend Jagger and what he did, Llewellyn was in the process of trying to figure out if there were already a private investigation office in this world already or not. “So he’s a private investigator… I’ll have to look in on his office then, that’s what I did in the last world I was in. Before that I was a detective for the Toronto constabulary.” He responded, “Gullwings… strange name for it.” He added with an absentminded tone. “But if he needs help, I might be able to offer some… I like to keep busy.” A couple jobs to fill his time would be good for him. He couldn’t see himself giving up on detective work entirely, after all. Though some might prefer that he kept to thinks that didn’t potentially get him in so much trouble, Llewellyn was a bit of a magnet for it sometimes though.
Her certainty was more than a little telling, clearly this was common knowledge to some people compared to what he’d have known himself. Another sign, he supposed, that he needed to get some research done and try to figure out how all of this world worked a little better. At least she did humour his request, even if such an event occurred and what was happening was obvious… It was just appreciated that he might be entirely blindsided by it. “Mm… Thank you, I only ask because my world, the one I started in, didn’t have anything like that. No magic, no monsters beyond people just being terrible to one another.” And a few of them he definitely would have described as such, those ones kept him awake some nights.
“I can’t imagine that it would, which… makes me wonder about some things like the uh— phones.” They clearly didn’t belong here anymore than he did, this place seemed to be from sometime before his own time, not far… but enough. So the phone’s and some of the things in their apartments just didn’t quite fit what he knew. He may have dodged her question about if he’d known better than to mess with things… He was known for messing with things, especially if he were trying to understand it, or if he were bored, or if he was in the rare mood to mess with the patience of one Detective Murdoch as though he were some annoying younger sibling. “If you don’t mind whatever kitchen we use smelling like burnt food, perhaps I could grant you that wish. Uh— I really don’t recommend it though.” He responded with a small shake of his head, jumping over to the subject of food so easily. “If you come across them, I’d appreciate it. I know I’ll miss the variety if they don’t exist here.” He could eat anything, but it was hard to not miss something he’d gotten used to having access to. Variety was a wonderful, less so when you were aware that options were out there and you couldn’t find them.
“Oh!” He shook his head quickly, “They all remained. No one took the deal to my knowledge, at least it was indicated to me that they didn’t. I was… indisposed when all of that was going on. I only know what I was told by those who were given the choice.” And it seemed like no one was willing to sacrifice the rest of them for freedom, which wasn’t entirely surprising given what he knew of those who were asked… “The fact that it thought any of the people it made the offer to would take the deal was strange, at least to me.”
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There was a definite interest as she explained her friend Jagger and what he did, Llewellyn was in the process of trying to figure out if there were already a private investigation office in this world already or not. “So he’s a private investigator… I’ll have to look in on his office then, that’s what I did in the last world I was in. Before that I was a detective for the Toronto constabulary.” He responded, “Gullwings… strange name for it.” He added with an absentminded tone. “But if he needs help, I might be able to offer some… I like to keep busy.” A couple jobs to fill his time would be good for him. He couldn’t see himself giving up on detective work entirely, after all. Though some might prefer that he kept to thinks that didn’t potentially get him in so much trouble, Llewellyn was a bit of a magnet for it sometimes though.
Her certainty was more than a little telling, clearly this was common knowledge to some people compared to what he’d have known himself. Another sign, he supposed, that he needed to get some research done and try to figure out how all of this world worked a little better. At least she did humour his request, even if such an event occurred and what was happening was obvious… It was just appreciated that he might be entirely blindsided by it. “Mm… Thank you, I only ask because my world, the one I started in, didn’t have anything like that. No magic, no monsters beyond people just being terrible to one another.” And a few of them he definitely would have described as such, those ones kept him awake some nights.
“I can’t imagine that it would, which… makes me wonder about some things like the uh— phones.” They clearly didn’t belong here anymore than he did, this place seemed to be from sometime before his own time, not far… but enough. So the phone’s and some of the things in their apartments just didn’t quite fit what he knew. He may have dodged her question about if he’d known better than to mess with things… He was known for messing with things, especially if he were trying to understand it, or if he were bored, or if he was in the rare mood to mess with the patience of one Detective Murdoch as though he were some annoying younger sibling. “If you don’t mind whatever kitchen we use smelling like burnt food, perhaps I could grant you that wish. Uh— I really don’t recommend it though.” He responded with a small shake of his head, jumping over to the subject of food so easily. “If you come across them, I’d appreciate it. I know I’ll miss the variety if they don’t exist here.” He could eat anything, but it was hard to not miss something he’d gotten used to having access to. Variety was a wonderful, less so when you were aware that options were out there and you couldn’t find them.
“Oh!” He shook his head quickly, “They all remained. No one took the deal to my knowledge, at least it was indicated to me that they didn’t. I was… indisposed when all of that was going on. I only know what I was told by those who were given the choice.” And it seemed like no one was willing to sacrifice the rest of them for freedom, which wasn’t entirely surprising given what he knew of those who were asked… “The fact that it thought any of the people it made the offer to would take the deal was strange, at least to me.”