"Some of us, yeah," Tachibana nodded, as did Garren, who also then began to sign rapidly, pointing between himself and his Slammer and making quick gestures.
"If there was a world I wound up living another life Garren would be there as well, often as my son," Tachibana translated, the pog nodding happily once more. "Other times we'd just take on the form of the people of that world, so we wouldn't stick out as much."
"As for back home..." He trailed off just a moment, a deep worry settling into his expression before he shook his head. "It's a fairly standard Earth variety, from what I've noticed talking with everyone else. The year was 2015 when I left. No long distance space travel yet, standard mix of nations, technology and science focused with the supernatural being rare and magic mostly in the realm of fantasy. The major deviation that no other world seems to have being the Undead and the Battle Fight that determined that Humanity would be the dominant species on Earth. Other worlds seem to have creatures categorized as undead, but nothing that actually seems to be anything like the ones I know."
There was a slight pause and wry smile. "Not that many people back home knew that Undead existed, even after the Fight being restarted and the world nearly ending. More of them do now, thanks to Kotaro's book, but with the Fight suspended...." He trailed off with another, distant expression, this one deeply tired as well as worried.
Garren looked up at his Slammer with concern, recognizing the cloud of melancholic worries that Tachibana was sliding into. Toddling over, he gently tugged at his Slammer's pant leg, trying to pull him back to the present before the flashbacks had too deep of a hold on him.
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"If there was a world I wound up living another life Garren would be there as well, often as my son," Tachibana translated, the pog nodding happily once more. "Other times we'd just take on the form of the people of that world, so we wouldn't stick out as much."
"As for back home..." He trailed off just a moment, a deep worry settling into his expression before he shook his head. "It's a fairly standard Earth variety, from what I've noticed talking with everyone else. The year was 2015 when I left. No long distance space travel yet, standard mix of nations, technology and science focused with the supernatural being rare and magic mostly in the realm of fantasy. The major deviation that no other world seems to have being the Undead and the Battle Fight that determined that Humanity would be the dominant species on Earth. Other worlds seem to have creatures categorized as undead, but nothing that actually seems to be anything like the ones I know."
There was a slight pause and wry smile. "Not that many people back home knew that Undead existed, even after the Fight being restarted and the world nearly ending. More of them do now, thanks to Kotaro's book, but with the Fight suspended...." He trailed off with another, distant expression, this one deeply tired as well as worried.
Garren looked up at his Slammer with concern, recognizing the cloud of melancholic worries that Tachibana was sliding into. Toddling over, he gently tugged at his Slammer's pant leg, trying to pull him back to the present before the flashbacks had too deep of a hold on him.