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[precedented]

Who: Leto Atreides the II
Broadcast: Video
Action: Hospitality Deck, Marsiva
When: Feb 4th

[ The video activates itself to reveal a young man staring into space. His eyes are probably the most startling thing about him. Bright, eerily blue eyes that seem to pierce the fabric of reality. You may also see brown flecks of creatures embedded into his skin, near the neck and face.

And suddenly his gaze snaps back to the camera and he is all smiles and good intentions, as if a switch had been turned on. He sits on one of the many beds on the Marsiva Deck and kicks his legs, caught between the impression of a boy and a man.

( or something much older and far more dangerous ) ]

I do not need the spiel and I'm sure you are all quite thankful for that, but I am curious to know what qualifies as entertainment for our most benevolent hosts?

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video

[passingthrough]

Xavier? [Except, no, the eyes made no sense for that. Otherwise he looks just like a younger version of the man she met who in the prison who didn't live long enough for her to meet in her world.]

Who are you? [This is totally a polite and responsible way to greet someone. Take notes.]

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[ His lips twitch, as if he's enjoying some hidden joke. Maybe it's at her expense, maybe it isn't. ]

I have many names but Leto will do for now.

[ Mimicking her tone slightly ] Who are you?

[passingthrough]

Kitty, oh ye of many names.

[Feeling a little teased. That's usually her job.]

I thought you were someone else.

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[ Curious. In his mind's eye, he peers through time. Ah. A man who resembles him. Strange and yet not so strange. Perhaps they are linked through universes. Maybe. Perhaps. ]

Charles Xavier, was it? I'm afraid we're not related.

[passingthrough]

You know him? Were you in a place like this before with him? [She's noticed she's far from the only one who had another stop between home and here.]

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[ He shakes his head. ]

No, I do not know him. Not in the manner in which you do.

It is an uncanny resemblance but one that tends to happen when universes mirror each other. Certain aspects are carried along. Though I'm quite sure our resemblance remains only on the surface.

[passingthrough]

How did you know his first name then? [Uncanny resemblance and you both read minds?]

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I have the ability to perceive timelines. Whether it is yours or mine. So I looked into yours and saw him there.

[ Is it creepier than reading minds? Could be! ]

[passingthrough]

[Well, that sounds useful. And she's wondering how much he saw though she's never felt much of a need to hide things. If anything she can be confrontationally honest at times.]

Shouldn't you buy a girl dinner first before doing something like that?

video;

[takeabow]

[ there's a flash of recognition from Nova, if you know where to look. Which he should, honestly, but she does her best not to let it overtake her.

Let's be honest, though: It's Katniss. It's there. ]

I think I have a skewed impression about entertainment, so I can't guess.

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If I was a decent example of chivalry and society, perhaps.

[ There's no point saying he can't fully control it, simply exist along with it. He used to try and repress that power when he was younger, but it only took a stronger hold. Better to accept and deal with the indignation than to explain it. ]

Sadly, I am not. Though perhaps I can pay for half a dinner?

Re: video;

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[ Well. A surprise that was. He did not expect her here of all places. What other surprises lurk nearby? ]

You did undergo an extreme version.

Though the ones we went through were perhaps, not so painful. Were they, Nova?

[takeabow]

I mean, I had to cut off Stiles' head one time. I think they were just different.

[ she seems relieved that he recognized her, at least—it hasn't been that way for most of the new arrivals ]

It's good to see you again.

[passingthrough]

At least you know your limits.

[Looking kind of amused. He still reminds her of Charles. Though the eyes remind her of someone else. She isn't placing it yet.] Your half or half of mine?

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And you.

[ He allows for a genuine undercurrent of warmth to enter his voice. ]

I must admit, this does not look to be your element.

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[ They both possess a sense of polish and wisdom, though they try not to overwhelm others with it. ]

That is the question, isn't it? I'm afraid we will only know the truth once we have dinner.

[takeabow]

[ she's certainly not as wooden as she would be under normal circumstances. It's more like picking up where a conversation left off... like it usually is with him ]

I kind of can't stand it, really. At least the last planet we docked on had game hunting.

You going to be okay with this?

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The last planet was a bastion of frost and cold. I can't say I'll miss it dearly.

[ The new one seems miles better. ]

I will be, not to worry. There's very little here that will faze me. In fact, it seems oddly similar to my own universe.

[takeabow]

How so?

[ genuinely curious ]

[passingthrough]

[Still smiling, but not affirming anything.] Is reading timelines common where you're from?

action;

[shockput]

Indeed, keeping us here unoccupied seems... lazy.

[ He's standing off to the side, clad in armour and cape, having waited for Leto to finish his broadcast before speaking. ]

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We traveled the universe using ships like these. Though I do not know how far these can go. A Guild Ship can reach the end of the galaxy in a matter of hours.

The Atroma are . . . somewhere in between. Something new, diverted from the branch of progress I am familiar with.

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Yes and no. With the use of Spice, few people can look through the veil of time, though I would not recommend it.

It is also a matter of genetics. The right bloodlines are afforded certain . . . privileges with this power.

[ Privileges . . . more like a curse, a burden he has tried to shake off his entire life and never managed it. Despair of it nearly crushed him. ]

Re: action;

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[ He pushes himself off the bed in a sharp, sudden moment. Thor. But not the Thor he knew. Not Loki's Thor and Dune's shield-brother. A different Thor, a tired one, who did not know his story and was still trying to find his way.

So young ]

Waiting for your next challenge? Be careful what you ask for.

[shockput]

I will meet whatever they bring.

[ This he says with certainty, for surrender is not in his nature. ]

What of you?