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That surely was unique, though from what he’s seen so far she has a pair of wolf ears and a tail. Is it going to be worth believing in the teleportation part? He sees why not. He is skeptical over it though its his best option now to rely and trust this so called Haka. “————You stand in Moscow grounds, miss.” He explained shortly and kindly, tilting his head.
“————I’ve never seen anything like you up until now, I’m very intrigued.”
"Moscow, you say…" The familiarities were being pieced together and as different as what she knew was compared to this, the landscape never lies. "It is common to encounter creatures in which others would deem as ficional where I come from. I am taken back that you find myself, of interest. Most would not even get near me; they have their reasons, as idiotic as they are." A short pause was taken
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He blinked a time or two, monitoring from his location of what she did. They seemed real, those ears. She could move them at her own will and then again when she touched them and slightly tugged from how he saw it, they didn’t detach or fall off. So he’s left puzzled on how that is, though he doesn’t torment himself with that, she’s talking to him.
”————Ah—— yes, I suppose you can put it like that. Even so I don’t please being called a dictator, I can not hide what I already achieved.”
”But of course.” Not knowing precisely how he felt towards that title she simply speculated that it may have been parallel to what many mortals had rudely addressed her as back home. Or maybe she thought wrong completely. The only matter as of now was figuring out exactly where she was. “It is to no doubt of the country I am within, even despite how different it is from my lands; exactly where is it that I stand?" might as well save him from some further confusion, "Simply put, I, as you humans would say, am a being capable of travelling by a form of ‘teleportation’. "
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He’ll blink though thick lashes and feel a surprise coming up. He hadn’t expected the female to respond, he hadn’t even expected a reaction out of her. Plainly her ears caught his attention, though somehow her whole being did seem majestic enough for him to be caught staring. But, wait…was she German? By her greeting and her slight accent he could assume so, but he didn’t comment on it aloud.
”————Ah—— your ears…” Scepan tried to put it in words somehow. “————Unfortunately I don’t have the pleasure of knowing who you are; may you inform me?”
She should have known her abnormality was the spark of interest, afterall, it was the first feature outsider’s took notice of; why did they not acknowledge her tail just as quickly? Perhaps it was from her lack of using the ‘extra limb’ to show expressions. Just as the same with facial and vocal hints of what went on within. "I see." she glanced to her ear with a tug, though just for a second before her pale skinned arm fell back to her side and the ear perked upward, alert. "Pardon me, monsieur. My full name is dreadfully complicated so I have taken up the nickname, Haka. My full given name is Hakamorra Lyanchy Farrasarrow." True as it was, she was a mix-blood of not only the ‘fictional’ but of nationality as well. Her accent lead towards her living culture of Irish, but, in pronouncing the words of the natives in Germany and France, the normal Irish tongue gave in to let her true bloodline proudly show. "I suspect you are upholding your reputation as a dictator, monsieur Pytor."
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” ———— Fascinating. “
Her memory of faces were a grand gift, however, naming the faces proved to be one of her downfalls. Unless, of course, it was the face of someone unforgettable. "Hallo, Pyotr." she refrained from any whim of care, politeness, and as always, zero openings to her vacant expressing tone and body-language a-like. "Do not bother questioning me. I know of you from my time of visit to Earth; your… reputation I should specify. In regards to your statement; what is it that you speak of being so fascinating?"