[Terrance pushes the moogle away, his voice gruff and his accent thick. He'd been at the site and he's been so close to finishing his research. This is the last thing he needs right now. He isn't a stranger to weird things and he won't dispute the obvious. He's not home, nothing about this place is familiar, which includes the lack of pollution in the air.
His professor would love it here.
His clothes where changed and even the soil feels different beneath his fingertips. He isn't a hero, he's a scientist. He's a genus to be specific and he'd just been about to shove his research down the colleges damn throat when he'd been plucked from his world.
Terrance begins to search his pockets before turning on his moogle.]
Get me my clothes and my tobacco. [He's not getting stuck in this bloody world without a smoke. The moogle looks nervous though there are plenty of reasons for Terrance to be irate.]
8/ Exploration
[Terrance can be found almost anywhere though he's always doing the same couple of things. He's avoiding people for one, he can't stand stupidity and he doesn't think that this place will be any better than his own. He's also inspecting the ground and the rocks.
He'll occasionally pick something up and then lift his crystal inspecting the surface.]
Cubic crystalline structure. [He notes aloud before pocketing the crystal and then inspecting the stone in front of him.] Sedimentary, most likely their equivalent to sandstone. These crystals wouldn't have formed here...
[He talks to himself a lot and his moogle seems to have realized this and now just follows silently behind the grad student.]
Terrance Smith | OC
Bloody hell. I don't care you frilly stuffed toy.
[Terrance pushes the moogle away, his voice gruff and his accent thick. He'd been at the site and he's been so close to finishing his research. This is the last thing he needs right now. He isn't a stranger to weird things and he won't dispute the obvious. He's not home, nothing about this place is familiar, which includes the lack of pollution in the air.
His professor would love it here.
His clothes where changed and even the soil feels different beneath his fingertips. He isn't a hero, he's a scientist. He's a genus to be specific and he'd just been about to shove his research down the colleges damn throat when he'd been plucked from his world.
Terrance begins to search his pockets before turning on his moogle.]
Get me my clothes and my tobacco. [He's not getting stuck in this bloody world without a smoke. The moogle looks nervous though there are plenty of reasons for Terrance to be irate.]
8/ Exploration
[Terrance can be found almost anywhere though he's always doing the same couple of things. He's avoiding people for one, he can't stand stupidity and he doesn't think that this place will be any better than his own. He's also inspecting the ground and the rocks.
He'll occasionally pick something up and then lift his crystal inspecting the surface.]
Cubic crystalline structure. [He notes aloud before pocketing the crystal and then inspecting the stone in front of him.] Sedimentary, most likely their equivalent to sandstone. These crystals wouldn't have formed here...
[He talks to himself a lot and his moogle seems to have realized this and now just follows silently behind the grad student.]