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Characters: Dååhd and OPEN
Date: May 14th.
Location: Starting with the Earth sector, but he can be found all over Keelial
Situation: Turtle familiarization!
Warnings/Rating: Should be pretty PG-13, will edit if it changes.

Starting in prose, but actionspam is just as welcome.
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He had eaten. He had slept, or something close to it, and he had washed and dressed and now he was stepping out into this strange world that he still didn't know quite what to make of. He wasn't a spiritual man by any measure and furthermore it didn't feel like a spiritual experience — perhaps Freund would've been able to add something worthwhile but his batman was nowhere to be found and by now Dååhd suspected it would remain so.

Stepping out of his living quarters in the Earth sector, he drew a deep breath. Steadied himself. You can't accomplish much of anything without a clear head and in the past eight months or so that he'd worked under Wahlstedt he'd realized that the best way to get to the bottom of things was to hit the streets. Talk to people but even more so listen.

So that's what he'll do. No time like the present.

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[Bruce is arguing over costs - somewhat good-naturedly - with a nearby kedan. Bartering is probably one of his least favourite public activities, but it's still a necessity. He has a reputation to maintain here, one that has by needs kept his company afloat through the losses of its working force.

So he argues the kedan down to a fraction of the asked-for cost and smiling, turns away. His prize? An apple. Which he tosses up in the air and catches as he saunters away from the booth.

There's a man nearby, a newcomer by the slightly shellshocked look to him, and Bruce gives him a brief nod of acknowledgement.]

[ Dååhd would agree that shellshocked is a good word for it, had it been invented back in 1790. He is doing what he can to keep a clear head and, if nothing else, learn as much as he can about this new, strange place through whichever means possible.

That nod of acknowledgement is the only invitation he needs. Let's chat. ]

I see that good negotiation skills come in handy around here.

[Bruce raises an eyebrow. The man's speaking Swedish. The translation is automatic for unspoken languages, but Bruce knows most of the main ones from Earth and a handful of lesser ones, and Swedish-- well, it always helped explain away his strange fascination with Swedish ski lodges. He could reply in English, of course, but he dips his head and chooses not to.]

They certainly do, yes. So long as you're negotiating with the right people.

That is usually the case... [ Back home too. Such dangerous times. ] Johan Gustav Dååhd, former field surgeon with the Royal Archipelago Fleet.

[Which was only in duty between 1756 and 1823, dating him. Between that and the clothing, Bruce has a fairly good idea of the exact timeframe he's come from, and he nods.]

Bruce Wayne. I'm lacking in impressive credentials, personally.

[But he holds out a hand with congeniality enough.]

[ If asked, he would not hesitate to say the exact year. That much is harmless. He just fails to see the point in a place where half the people here barely seem human from his perspective. ]

It's a pleasure... and I would hardly call my accomplishments impressive. It is a profession, like many others.

It's one that saves lives, eases suffering, and contributes to the greater good. That's an accomplishment to me.

[Alfred acts in that capacity for him, which is perhaps why his tone is so... direct.]

I suppose I can't argue with that. [ A small inclination of his head. ] May I ask what your profession is?

When I first arrived here, I built up the capital to start a pharmaceutical company, actually. From there I branched out a little, I now run several clinics in the Water sector. I'm not what you'd call 'hands on', by any means. Medicine's all Greek to me. But I don't mind providing the funding for it.

[His shrug is perfectly casual.]

Really? That's... quite the coincidence. [ He could make a joke about medicine being all Latin, but they don't know each other well enough for such frivolities. ] Is there much need for practitioners of medicine around here..?

[ Angling for a job? Why yes he is. ]

[Oops, right over his silly little businessman head!!]

More than you might expect. It seems like every few weeks or so we have some new danger cropping up. I've even been injured myself once or twice.

[He says that with a patently disbelieving tone, like, can you imagine? Me?]

You should stop by some time, see if our facilities are up to your standard. I'd appreciate the help.

[ Gosh darnit! It was worth a try. Too bad he's too polite to press harder. ]

I'd like that very much. Ah... perhaps once I've gotten my bearings straight?

Of course. And if I could interest you in any work...

[Gracelessly angling on his own? Of course.]

That would certainly be most appreciated. Keeping busy does seem like the best way to cope with unfamiliar situations.

[Bruce laughs, it's a short noise, but there's no doubting that it's amused. At least for those who have no reason to suspect otherwise.

The truth of the matter is, he's nearly killed himself keeping busy here. It's so dissimilar from Gotham it's almost damning, in a way.]

You'd think so, hm? I'd be glad to help get you on your feet in any way I could.

Then you have my sincerest thanks, monsieur. [ A short, polite bow. ]

Mm.

[Bruce waves a hand, a deflection of that gratitude.]

In the meantime, is there anything else you'd like help with?

Ah, I think that will be all for the time being. I fear I'll need some time to adjust before my head is clear enough to ask the right questions.

Of course, I understand.

[Bruce pats down his suit (one of Favrielle's) and comes up with a business card, which he holds out. It has the address of his main office, and his personal contact information.]

It's in English, I'm afraid, but the directions shouldn't be too hard.

[ He gives a nod in thanks, giving the card a once-over before tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. ] I'm sure I'll do alright. Although I'm far from fluent, I do understand a little bit of English.

[A smile.]

There are plenty of people here willing to teach it. Unfortunately it does seem to be the dominant language, so while the audio [he waves a hand near his ear] translates just fine, we've had some difficulty with written linguistics in the past.

[Hardly a problem for him, since he reads and speaks nearly every major dialect on Earth and some people haven't even heard of, but. You know. There's normal people to consider. Civilians.]

One more thing I should see to, then. [ Frown. This is turning into quite the to do list. ] I do read and write French without difficulty, though I suppose that won't help much.