"You'll have to forgive that misstep. I arrived here from almost a hundred years into your future. The year 2009, to be exact," he says, bowing his head slightly. "I've also been horribly rude in not introducing myself properly: I'm Dr. Albert Wesker.
If allowed, he may pat her shoulder reassuringly. "Rest assured, it's very much approved here. I'd say while this town welcomes people of all talents and temperaments, ladies of learning are especially appreciated here.
"But to answer your question regarding magic: in a word, yes, true magic, the manipulation of matter through an act of the will and the proper gestures, though it may well be a form of science just beyond most people's experience." He's completely serious, if keeping it somewhat light so as not to alarm her. The magic in this place can run to the darker end of the spectrum, as she'll discover in due time.
"Not so much kings or queens, but more like gods or beings from another and stranger world. We know them as the Pthumerians, a race of beings with the ability to shape the world and the flesh and blood of the people within it, even to mold reality itself. Their motives are known only to them, and some are more trustworthy than others, but for the most part, they seem to have our betterment in mind, given the second chances which this world affords."
By now, a serene figure in a white robe approaches, carrying a Bag, which, with a graceful bow, they offer to Rose. "Take it: you may find a few things to help you start your journey here."
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"You'll have to forgive that misstep. I arrived here from almost a hundred years into your future. The year 2009, to be exact," he says, bowing his head slightly. "I've also been horribly rude in not introducing myself properly: I'm Dr. Albert Wesker.
If allowed, he may pat her shoulder reassuringly. "Rest assured, it's very much approved here. I'd say while this town welcomes people of all talents and temperaments, ladies of learning are especially appreciated here.
"But to answer your question regarding magic: in a word, yes, true magic, the manipulation of matter through an act of the will and the proper gestures, though it may well be a form of science just beyond most people's experience." He's completely serious, if keeping it somewhat light so as not to alarm her. The magic in this place can run to the darker end of the spectrum, as she'll discover in due time.
"Not so much kings or queens, but more like gods or beings from another and stranger world. We know them as the Pthumerians, a race of beings with the ability to shape the world and the flesh and blood of the people within it, even to mold reality itself. Their motives are known only to them, and some are more trustworthy than others, but for the most part, they seem to have our betterment in mind, given the second chances which this world affords."
By now, a serene figure in a white robe approaches, carrying a Bag, which, with a graceful bow, they offer to Rose. "Take it: you may find a few things to help you start your journey here."