Video: Late Wednesday

[oreskahouse]

[The video turns on to a very bedraggled, dusty Thero with a torn tunic and several nasty bruises, scowling and pressing buttons with an expression that makes it clear he might as well be poking a dead rat for all he approves of this little device. Eventually, he decides to accept that it's working. His expression lightens some, all the way to formality with an overlay of confusion.]

Third damn time... Ahem. This is L- This is Thero i Procepios. Most of you don't know me, but I've been given to understand this is an open-ended means of communication. As well as a monitored one, so I'll be brief. In the wake of the sky practically falling in the moment I... arrived and my lack of a stomach for battles, I've met very few of you, and I wouldn't blame anyone for distrusting me. However, when it comes to recovery, I may be able to make myself useful. I've been hesitant to explore even now that things seem to be quiet. I'm unfamiliar with this kind of combat and I suspect I'd only get in the way or get myself killed if things were to resurge, but if someone can direct me, I'm entirely willing to venture out again. I have some basic training as a healer, but I'd be best suited to removal of rubble or even assisting with reconstruction. And, frankly, if anything specific, especially anything odd, needs doing, there's every likelihood I could find a way to assist.

[Is that a good way to suggest magical help without outright saying it? He's never had to try that before. Close enough. For another minute he struggles with the device, scowling, until it finally shuts off.]

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[oreskahouse]

[Some more fussing to try and make the camera work. Less this time, though.]

As a rule, it involved arrows, swords, the odd necromantic summoning. It's not thoroughly dumbfounding to me to see a building collapse all at once in flames. I could probably do that myself if I were desperate enough.

[No, he's not very good at being sneaky.]

Not that I'm a seasoned soldier. I've been caught in far more ambushes and standoffs than I've seen real battles. But I'm engaged to the Commander of the Queen's Horse Guard. I have some context and this... This is not it.

[femshep]

[So she's talking to an honest-to-god fairy-tale.

Well... shit. That's new.]

I put up a filter. Now it's not quite so public.

So let's start from the beginning: What's the highest level of technology your world had?

[oreskahouse]

[He scowls again, though he's mostly annoyed with himself.]

What's the highest level of technology in yours? Do you generally keep a hierarchy in your head? The only thing I can see to list is things that work by means other than magic and that I didn't understand as a child. Ship navigation tools, I suppose? Telescopes? Once in a while you'll see rich children's toys with a few gears inside, like a mill wheel writ small.

[Sigh.]

[femshep]

Mass effect relays that let you cover thousands of lightyears of space in the blink of an eye. [She's not sure if his question was a legitimate one, but she's answering in case it was.

Point being: They're working from entirely different homeworld-contexts here.

Let's try something new.]

Are you familiar with guns?

[oreskahouse]

[None of those words made sense. The last one included. Much as he hates to betray ignorance...]

No. And, frankly, even if I did have access to a bow... No one invites me hunting, I can tell you that.

[femshep]

So you rely exclusively on your... 'talents', in battle?

[oreskahouse]

When I have to. It isn't my specialty, really. There are some wizards who ride into battle on purpose, but I've never been one of them.