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--on? I don't think I'll ever-- oh, it says its recording.

[Lizzie pulls away from the camera so that her face is visible, but she's holding it at an odd tilt, betraying her lack of knowledge with technology. For one brief moment uncertainty flashes in her eyes, but then she is smiling politely and speaking confidently.]

Good day, everyone. I hope this finds you well, and that you've been able to settle down properly. My name is Elizabeth Middleford, and, like you, I've been brought here very suddenly from my own time and world. There are some things I've noticed that I'd like to ask about, now that I have the chance.

Firstly, is there anyone here that was taken as far back as the late 19th century around Queen Victoria's reign? I was taken from the year 1890 and I would very much like to make the acquaintance of anyone who was from that time, or any English gentlemen or ladies in general.

Secondly, seeing as we have several young ladies like myself in this city, I would like to extend my hand in friendship to you all and suggest something of a boarding house for us to live or spend time together in. In my time, boarding schools were meant to give its residents a sense of community with each other, as well as offer emotional support. I believe many of us could benefit from that in this city. If anyone is interested, I'll see to finding us an appropriate building and other such business things so we can all be settled comfortably as soon as possible.

[She pauses, and then a fierce blush rises over her cheeks despite her efforts to remain composed.]

Lastly...as I am from an older time than most, I find that my outfits and dress are...well, equally as outdated in comparison to the other ladies here. A-And I am very, very sorry and ashamed to bring up such a private and embarrassing matter over such a public forum, but I will need help getting dressed in the morning. I, um...I need someone to lace up my corset, you see, it's very difficult to do on one's own, my maid Paula usually did it for me back at home...but as Paula isn't here, I would be grateful to any young lady who could spare a few minutes every morning to help lace me up.

[Cheeks still burning from humiliation, Lizzie gives the camera a small nod before fumbling and turning it off.]

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It is an exercise in restraint and concise movement. It is a little flimsy, but armor would only weigh me down. I've learned to be quick enough not to be caught.

Trained in what, exactly?

[She hesitates a moment, and once again reminds her that people here don't care that a girl is capable of fighting before answering.]

Fencing, though my mother had me training in sword fighting and gun use, among other things.

Interesting. Level of proficiency?

[She smiles faintly.]

That's a lady's secret.

[ He removes his helm, grey eyes giving her a flinty stare. ]

I do not like secrets. And we may need to know this, should conflicts continue.

[She is surprised when he moves his helm, but she stares back evenly.]

Sir, with all due respect, I can understand the need. However, I think as a fellow...hero, as our hosts have put it, you can also understand that it is not advisable to trust everyone at first glance. Even if we were brought here under friendly terms.

[She gives him a small smile here.] Though I would certainly like to have the chance to make your acquaintance, sir.

There are no heroes, only men. [ His tone is stern, like that of an old warrior lecturing neophytes. For the scarred, craggy man, with slightly too large to be human features... that is exactly what he's doing. ]

And very well. How do you think we could best make acquaintance?

[She tilts her head in acknowledgement, having no opinion either way of what he prefers they be called.]

Perhaps your name, sir?

Cerberus. [ The wolfhound at the gate of hell. Quite an odd name for the warrior, in a way, though there may be something of the loyal dog about him. ]

[Her eyebrows arch upwards before she smiles brightly, dipping into a curtsy. What a small world.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Cerberus.

The pleasure is mine, mamzel. [ He doesn't really make any gesture, one way or another. The Grey Knight isn't really used to courtly human manners, being of the rough and tumble Luna Wolves. ]

My fiancé was known as a guard dog in my time, I find it a little quaint how I meet another 'guard dog' here. I hope we can be good friends.

As you wish, Mamzel. [ Humans, particularly females, how does he deal? Well, mostly by being confused. ]

[It's okay, she can do all the talking for you.]

By the way, what language is that? And what does 'mamzel' mean?

Low gothic, of course. The common language of the Imperium of Man. Mamzel is how an unmarried woman is addressed.

Edited 2012-09-20 11:49 (UTC)

[A smile plays over her lips.]

You say of course but I'm afraid I don't know where the Imperium of Man is...

Given where you appear to hail from, you could say that you are within it. The Imperium encompasses most of the galaxy, in my time. Including Terra.

Galaxy? You know what happens in the rest of the universe besides Earth?

Aye, that we do. Humanity rules most of it.

That's a good thing, I hope?

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