[ The unexpected flabbergast doubles when Yzak hears that voice in his mind, unique in that way that differs just the slightest bit from the earpieces. But it's something he'd grown accustomed to on his time with the Ximilia through Blue and his psionic abilities. Something so familiar yet he realizes upon hearing, feeling it like this now, it's been so long since he has.
Now there's a squeeze, brief but full, to his heart thrown into the mix, his expression nearly frozen in that state of confusion as the rest of that inquiry comes through to thankfully yank his focus to it so he can push the rest of it back rather than allowing it to stew.
Right. The network. The dante he'd just been speaking to.
He just wasn't expecting to come face to face with ... the face of a clock. And he makes an effort, does try to force away the stare he's giving them, it's obvious that even he's just become self-aware of it. ]
That's me.
[ He straightens himself up and properly turns to face them. ]
So you're ... Dante, then. Assuming the username is just your real one.
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Now there's a squeeze, brief but full, to his heart thrown into the mix, his expression nearly frozen in that state of confusion as the rest of that inquiry comes through to thankfully yank his focus to it so he can push the rest of it back rather than allowing it to stew.
Right. The network. The dante he'd just been speaking to.
He just wasn't expecting to come face to face with ... the face of a clock. And he makes an effort, does try to force away the stare he's giving them, it's obvious that even he's just become self-aware of it. ]
That's me.
[ He straightens himself up and properly turns to face them. ]
So you're ... Dante, then. Assuming the username is just your real one.