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[zydrateanatomy]

[The computer terminal isn't anything new to Grave, although the specifics take a moment to figure out. After that, though, he's activating the feed and getting right to it.]

Just when you think that you've seen everything technology has to offer, there lands yet another surprise in your lap.

[He doesn't look particularly impressed or surprised, really.]

I've really just got one question at the moment... Was that a cow? Not that I've ever seen a real, breathing cow anywhere around home... I don't think anyone has in the last ten years, actually, but there are pictures in holo-books. Maybe GeneCo should expand from human biology and take up endangered and extinct animal species.

God knows, I could rip right into a natural fucking hamburger that wasn’t made up of bi-products I can’t even pronounce.

I’m not too sure how happy I am to have been dropped into the ocean, [He gives a half shrug.] but it's already a good deal nicer than home. Nice pad, by the way. Still, it seems quite the eclectic group of people hereabouts and with such diversity comes business, and that’s one gift horse I’m not going to look in the mouth. [He smiles and many might think it the smile of a predator and in many ways, it is.] Every market has a sub-market, so they say, and it’ll just take a bit of poking around to find it here.

[His smile slips then, his expression growing serious.]

Hey, Kid, you around?

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[sophos]

You've never seen a cow where you're from? [They're so abundant back home what.]

[zydrateanatomy]

[Well helloooooooo, pretty. You might not be the Kid he's looking for, but that certainly doesn't mean he's not going to treat you with a bi of the Graverobber charm.

He smiles smoothly, but gives his head a single shake as he leans back in his chair, arms folded loosely.]

Last real cow was slaughtered in 2037, back before shit started getting real around the world. Plenty of pictures of them, like I said, but never the real life spotty goodness. [He leans forward again, one brow chanting.] You got cows where you're from, Kid?

[sophos]

[She is the most unimpressed and completely ignores the attempted charm]

2037? You're from the future then. [A pause as she mulls this information over, but it extends into something longer than one might consider polite and normal. Then she comes back to the conversation.] Yes, we've got cows. A lot of them, actually.

[zydrateanatomy]

[Ffffffff. Kids these days. Not a sense of adventure in a single one of them.

Still, Grave doesn't accept defeat so easily and just brushes it off, his brows canting slightly at her proclamation.]

The future? When exactly are you from, Kid? Are we talking disco, leg warmers, MySpace or Facebook?

[A day ago he'd have thought this all a crazy drug dream, but he hadn't used in a long time and even if it was he found he could play along just fine.]

[sophos]

[flatly:] I don't use any of those things. But I guess facebook's a little big right now, I think. My pop culture's a little slack. Disco's been over for a while though. Since the late 70s. Early 80s, at most.

[zydrateanatomy]

[Graverobber snorts slightly, shifting in his chair.]

Didn't ask if you used them, Kid... Was more that I was trying to figure out the 'when' of it... guess I could have asked. [He half shrugs and then focuses in her actual answer.]

Facebook? That'd put you 'round about 2000-ish. Fuck me... Alright, I'll bite. What year you from, Kid?

[sophos]

20[insert year of roughly the present day because it's never explicitly stated in the books!! sob]

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[dadissues]

You've really never had real meat before?

[zydrateanatomy]

[Another fucking kid? Shit was this place drowning in pubescent fucks or what?]

Never said I hadn't had real meat, kid... I've had the best rat and cat burgers that money can buy. And nothing quite says 'yum' like a nice dog flank steak. Mmmmmmm.

[Sarcasm? He'd wish it so if he'd ever know the difference.]

[dadissues]

That is gross as hell. Ugh! Go get a real hamburger, man.

[zydrateanatomy]

[He opens his arms and shrugs before folding them in front of himself again.]

You take what you can get, Kid... Show me the way to the nearest slop house and I'll be all over it.

[Does Turtletopia even have hamburgers?]

[dadissues]

Hell if I know, I just got here too. I'm working on finding the best way to talk to this stupid demon turtle.

[zydrateanatomy]

Demon... turtle... [Rin, Grave hadn't quite gotten that far yet, so wtf, mate??]

Kid, are you high?

[notpredictable]

Eugh, beef, how...

foul.

[ahaha. ahahahaha.

Yeah. He went there. Wherever there is.]

[zydrateanatomy]

[He shrugs a bit.] Beef, cat, dog... I don't even give a fuck, man. So long as it's juicy and there's a beer with it, I'm game.

[He's totes serious, bro.]

[notpredictable]

...That's disgusting.

[zydrateanatomy]

[That earns a burst of laughter and a grin.]

Which part bugs you, sweetheart? The meat or the beer? Cause where I'm from that isn't disgusting, it's dinner and it's delicious.

[notpredictable]

[SLKDFJSLKDFJSDJF]

I -- Sweetheart?! I'm hardly -- I am not--

[Compose yourself before you embarrass yourself, Megamind.]

I tend to have an aversion to fine dining upon what one could consider a domesticated being generally kept to keep one company.

And beer is ghastly. I prefer...a simple merlot.

[zydrateanatomy]

[Game on.]

Well at the end of the day, if it's a choice of eat or go hungry... I'm going to choose eat. [A grin curls his lips, one brow canting as he moves to sit forward in his chair.]

So what you're trying to say, Princess, is that you're too good for the common folk. No beef, no beer... Fuck if I should even ask you about your opinion on sex...

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[shifu_sifu]

And you did not think ask whether it was a cow?

[A very honest approach where he comes from. It's usually rather obvious, but most folk have no issue clarifying their species.]

[zydrateanatomy]

[Grave lifts a hand and runs his chin, lips pursed.]

Now there's an idea... ask and ye shall receive. [He looks unfased as he asks whomever he's speaking to, a smirk touching his lips.]

Dear voice of the mysterious stranger... were those strange beasts interstellar cows or were they more of the exotic local residents?

[He knew they weren't kedan, but he was a smartass.]

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[shifu_sifu]

[A huff of breath.]

I can no more answer that question than they could tell you what I am. A question is only worth its salt when it is asked to the right person.

[zydrateanatomy]

[Grave falls silent, frowning ever so slightly. He might be from the future, but some things are timeless or at least cult classics.]

Jesus Christ... Did I dial up Mr. Miyagi on this goddamned thing, because this is some Karate Kid shit right here. [He adjusts in his chair, gesturing a all but nothing.] I appreciate the kind words of advice, Sensei. [Kind of.]

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[shifu_sifu]

I am Shifu. [A correction of the name, though he leaves the title off.]

What I have told you is but one teaching of Kung Fu. There are many, for those with the patience to learn and ask the right questions.

[Yeah, he might have just said that.]

[zydrateanatomy]

[Grave stares, his expression flat and clearly unreadable. No, seriously, is this his life?]
 
Right… so… Shifu, was it? [He steeples his fingers, brow canting slightly.] Do you find many people that have an overwhelming interest in Kung Fu? [Because it was certainly not a big interest back home, but then… most of China and Japan had been obliterated when the plague hit.]