Initially, literature. Then branched out into mythologies and folklore, then the supernatural and esoteric. That was what got me my position as a researcher, then promoted to Archival work.
[And then... well. Everything else that happened after.]
That makes you well-suited for being here, then. Particularly if you happened to study Japanese folklore as well. There is no Japan where I'm from, but I've gathered that this place is taken nearly entirely out of Japanese folklore.
[ Not that Sims wanted to use it in this way... but hell, it's not like Sims wanted to use it for the horrors he faced shortly thereafter either. ]
Unusual work. There must be few of that expertise.
[ He supposes there would be more research in cryptids if there was more proof -- he has no doubt that that apparent picture that they had taken will inspire a whole new field. He's not sure how he feels about that. ]
Here, I think it's likely underneath a different name. Anthropology, perhaps. We're the exception, not the rule here.
The laws of science as I know them also apply. Honestly, it's exhausting. It's not as though I had a full view of even my own world's history, let alone this one.
But it's a necessary evil, if we're to understand the people that live here. I've been collecting some books on the matter, with varying degrees of success. You're welcome to borrow them if you like.
In fairness, you've rather had a lot on your plate between getting your bearings here, your unwanted job and promotion, and the assassination-kidnapping.
But if you have a moment, it's worth your time. And you can share if you find anything interesting that I happened to overlook.
[Basira once, Daisy once, Melanie at least once, Tim, Martin... Their initial conversation and his outpouring of his terror and fear felt like a long-past dream and he couldn't be sure.]
A friend/coworker/acquaintance/tormentor. She isn't really using it anymore.
[Whether that was because she'd turned into a giant fuckoff wolf, or because she was now dead, anyone's guess. He hopes she doesn't show up here and want it back.]
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[And then... well. Everything else that happened after.]
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[ Not that Sims wanted to use it in this way... but hell, it's not like Sims wanted to use it for the horrors he faced shortly thereafter either. ]
Unusual work. There must be few of that expertise.
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Here, it seems rarer than I'm used to.
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[ He supposes there would be more research in cryptids if there was more proof -- he has no doubt that that apparent picture that they had taken will inspire a whole new field. He's not sure how he feels about that. ]
Here, I think it's likely underneath a different name. Anthropology, perhaps. We're the exception, not the rule here.
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[Honestly thinking of it like that, it feels exhausting. He'd already finished school once.]
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But it's a necessary evil, if we're to understand the people that live here. I've been collecting some books on the matter, with varying degrees of success. You're welcome to borrow them if you like.
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You know, I hadn't really considered that? But I would be grateful to borrow those when you have the time. Thank you.
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But if you have a moment, it's worth your time. And you can share if you find anything interesting that I happened to overlook.
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A little off topic but would you happen to have my jacket as well?
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It's not yours, is it?
[ A little detective work. Not that it takes a detective to figure that much out. ]
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No, it
Well. It is now. It belonged to a friend.
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The friend you mentioned before, right? The one you went to save.
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[Basira once, Daisy once, Melanie at least once, Tim, Martin... Their initial conversation and his outpouring of his terror and fear felt like a long-past dream and he couldn't be sure.]
A friend/coworker/acquaintance/tormentor. She isn't really using it anymore.
[Whether that was because she'd turned into a giant fuckoff wolf, or because she was now dead, anyone's guess. He hopes she doesn't show up here and want it back.]