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[sweetlies]

Who: Ciel Phantomhive & OTA
Action: Marsiva
When: Feb. 17

[Good morning, Fleet! There's a young teen with dark blue-black hair wandering the Marsiva today. He's wearing a slightly more modern twist on Victorian era clothes and his right eye is wrapped with a bandage but it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.

What does bother him though is to wake up somewhere entirely new with little knowledge in regards. At least, little compared to what he'd prefer. Going through this once when he arrived in Riverview Quarantine had been exhausting enough, but at least the experience had left him more adjusted to the level of technology here. It's not like his little house or the phones they had given the residents of the Quarantine, but it was all manageable at the very least.

For now, he hopes to see something, someone, familiar. Either that, or he hopes to find a decent cup of tea and company that isn't entirely bothersome. And as he wanders, seeing no one familiar, he settles on the hope for tea. As long as it was strong. And maybe something sweet.]

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[generalgrievous]

Now that I would agree with. You are perceptive if you acknowledge this truth about yourself.

[He states that plainly with very little sarcasm and an idle gesture of his clawed hand.]

Your words insinuate that you are new here, assuming that I am familiar with this ship.

[sweetlies]

I see no reason not to acknowledge it.

[Ciel matches his gesture with a little shrug of his shoulders. It's not the first time and won't be the last, he's sure.]

Judging by your attitude, insistence on my submission to your demands, and general behavior, it's logical for anyone to assume you've been here longer.

[generalgrievous]

Now you are mocking me.

[His tone is a little defensive.]

[sweetlies]

Not at all. I tend to be much more blatant when it comes to my insults and otherwise.

[Ciel's arms cross and, finally, he moves to lean against the wall.]

[generalgrievous]

You are very bold in speech for one who appears so young.

[Grievous leans forward as if to examine Ciel closer.]

Tell me, who are you and what world are you from?

[Maybe he's a bit curious now. While he wasn't one to easily make friends, it wasn't a wise idea to always antagonize everyone here either. Strategic alliances could be made. Or at least, finding information about others could prove helpful in the future.]

[sweetlies]

[Well, he's not all terrible, Ciel supposes. Lord Randall would have still been looking down on him as just a child with a smart mouth.]

I am the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel. I was born on Earth. I came from a moon called Riverview Quarantine.

[Allies, Ciel will agree, are always a benefit. Whether that benefit is apparent in the near future is questionable though. It had taken him a little while to find use in Soma and Agni, after all.]

[generalgrievous]

[Having grown up surrounded by war, Grievous had become an expert with a rifle by the age of eight. He wouldn't discount a child simply for being young. Personal experiences could form you quickly into something powerful.]

I am General Grievous, of the Kaleesh. I am originally from Kalee but now I fight against the corruption of the Republic and the Jedi, leading the greatest droid army the galaxy has ever encountered.

[He speaks grandly; proud.]

[sweetlies]

[He may not have grown up with war or having to deal with that, but he did have to learn to ride a horse and shoot while on horseback, and in general.]

General. [A little nod of his head as polite recognition.]

I'm afraid none of that means much to me. Although, I admit, Earth is desperately far behind in comparison to Riverview and, from what I've gathered, this place. And yourself, of course.

[generalgrievous]

I had not heard of Earth before I arrived at this fleet, although there appears to be many humans here from that planet.

The technology here is... far behind some I know and yet above other planets I know of. A middle ground, perhaps.

[sweetlies]

[That's good to know, at least. It'll be easier to relate with some people with that familiarity between them.]

I'm sure it was disorienting. You at least had history to go off of, I would assume?

[generalgrievous]

I have not seen any history of this world, if that is your meaning.

[sweetlies]

You would have enough knowledge of history and technology to ease your adjustment, though. At least, I would think.

[It's hard for him to judge, going from Victorian standards, to the far more advanced Riverview Quarantine, and then this. They barely had moving pictures in England, now they can transmit those videos with ease.]