Hang on, you did all this— [he gestures at his clothes,] —without a machine? [Despite his astonishment, he's delighted by the revelation.] You tinker with stuff like this a lot? These Syntrofos things let you take photographs without the need for the full kit. Could use that to keep a record to compare, for the next gizmo. Though, doesn't look like you need it.
[His head follows Verso's gesture, his gaze falling to his own clothes as he laughs.]
You get a pretty good memory for this sort of thing when you take stuff apart in your spare time. You get fast at sewing when you don't got a machine for it, too. Practice gets you a feel for it.
[Another screw in, and he puts the main arm back on. He's not looked at the instructions once, save for when he tore that page out.]
The phone is a good idea, though. I've mostly been using mine to take pictures of bugs and flowers.
Some are similar, but nothing quite like those from home.
[A part of him wonders if he can distract Verso from following up with Jayce if he talks along enough; the other part of him suspects Verso is just biding his time to get more information out of him. He starts putting the foot back on.]
Back home, if I could Shift like I can here? I wouldn't be the biggest thing out there. Not by a long shot.
[He's right to suspect that, but all the same, hearing about another world filled with enormous monsters is something he can spare a few moments for.] Go on. How big? [If they're anything like the size of Eveques and Bourgeons... he'll be surprised — surprised and impressed.]
Bigger than buildings in this city. Big as an island crossing the sea, enough to be mistaken for one. Big enough to fight another monster on, and then some.
[He'll never forget feeling the ground rumble under his feet, only to realize it was Zorah Magdaros.]
[His eyes widen for a moment, before he covers his surprise with a lop-sided smile and a chuckle.] Could be bigger. [But hang on,] Did you? Fight monsters on them?
[On the presser foot goes. He winds the wheel at the side, watching it move up and down, making sure it works again. He can't help but smile at his work.]
Fought a raging Nergigante on one. An Elder Dragon covered in spikes that grow as fast as you knock 'em off. Aggressive, angry, avaricious. Not something you want to fight even on solid ground.
You've got that sorted. [The sewing machine.] I'd be most humbled if you would pay me the kindness of performing introductions, Monsieur dragon slayer Pom.
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You get a pretty good memory for this sort of thing when you take stuff apart in your spare time. You get fast at sewing when you don't got a machine for it, too. Practice gets you a feel for it.
[Another screw in, and he puts the main arm back on. He's not looked at the instructions once, save for when he tore that page out.]
The phone is a good idea, though. I've mostly been using mine to take pictures of bugs and flowers.
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[He should probably leave Pom in peace or shut up to let him finish his task, but... that would be boring.]
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[A part of him wonders if he can distract Verso from following up with Jayce if he talks along enough; the other part of him suspects Verso is just biding his time to get more information out of him. He starts putting the foot back on.]
Back home, if I could Shift like I can here? I wouldn't be the biggest thing out there. Not by a long shot.
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[He'll never forget feeling the ground rumble under his feet, only to realize it was Zorah Magdaros.]
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[On the presser foot goes. He winds the wheel at the side, watching it move up and down, making sure it works again. He can't help but smile at his work.]
Fought a raging Nergigante on one. An Elder Dragon covered in spikes that grow as fast as you knock 'em off. Aggressive, angry, avaricious. Not something you want to fight even on solid ground.
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[Which is Pom for "Ask more nicely." He's not above doing favors if they don't make him question his own moral scruples.]
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