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[loose_cannon]

"Hey, uh . . . anyone here ever had to, you know . . . reconnect with anyone before?"

The question comes from a man seated at the edge of the forum. A heavy, fringed overcoat is draped over the back of the speaker's chair, and he's kicked his pair of dusty boots up on a nearby tabletop. Overall, it looks like the man would be more at home in the American west: he wears a bolo tie and bandana around his neck, embroidered denim shirt, heavy belt buckle holding up crossed gun holsters and reinforced jeans. The tanned, scarred skin of his face contrasts starkly with his shaggy white hair. At a glance, he appears to be (at least) in his late 40's, but his eyes have a youthful, fiery spark to them.

The gunslinger swings his boots down off the table so he can sit forward and pour himself another shot from a brown-bagged bottle.

"Family in particular?" He adds before taking a swig.

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[bitterguardian]

"Ahh, welcome to the Nexus, then. It has it's good and bad points." He hesitates, on being offered a drink, because while he doesn't want to appear rude, there's also some Nexus etiquette lessons everyone has to learn sooner or later. "...Thank you, but no thank you. It can be risky to accept food and drink from anyone you don't know well, here. I mean no offense, but..." His smile is apologetic and not at all unfriendly, but they have only just met.

"And yes, this is a crossroads of realities. I... haven't met anyone deceased from my own world here, yet, but I understand it's very much a possibility."