Emerick at least knew What Asgard was, and Jotunheim was certainly a familiar term. It wasn't enough for Emerick to really place that it was Loki himself, though. He wasn't one for movies or comics, and he certainly had never dug into the Poetic Edda, or even the Prose Edda. He'd always stuck to fantasy novels for escapism, and the rest of his time was filled with news, politics, or self-teaching astronomy and associated sciences.
He wasn't ignorant to the fact he was talking to some being of lore, though. An actual god. Emerick wasn't sure what he was feeling, or what he should be feeling. He had an idea that he should maybe be impressed, perhaps even throwing himself at the others' feet. He had no desire to do any such thing. All he saw before him was another man, just as clueless as he was. What good were gods when they left him to the childhood he had, anyway?
"Being told that I'm speaking to a figure from Norse mythology is a lot," he admitted. "If I may be so bold, I admit that I am trying to decide if you're telling the truth or not." He tried to keep a brave face as he gave his honesty but it was clear his muscles tightened with restrained anxiety - whether it was because he was being bold, or he was possibly talking to a god was impossible to tell at the moment.
"I, um. I guess it's more strange to me that there are so many plants to begin with. Where I am from, plants are a luxury." He gave a thoughtful pause, considering what little he did know. "Where I'm from, there's a corporation that has reference forests that they use to track things such as soil erosion, test their genetic splicing... It could be something like that."
"It could also be as simple as enrichment for us, or something that was here before whatever caused the city to become empty." Which was to say: Emerick didn't know. Plants were treated so differently from animals (outside of the premium price, of course) that he really hadn't given it a second thought outside of the fact that there were so many trees, and the way they twisted and looked like fingers or disfigured bodies as they faded in the mist.
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He wasn't ignorant to the fact he was talking to some being of lore, though. An actual god. Emerick wasn't sure what he was feeling, or what he should be feeling. He had an idea that he should maybe be impressed, perhaps even throwing himself at the others' feet. He had no desire to do any such thing. All he saw before him was another man, just as clueless as he was. What good were gods when they left him to the childhood he had, anyway?
"Being told that I'm speaking to a figure from Norse mythology is a lot," he admitted. "If I may be so bold, I admit that I am trying to decide if you're telling the truth or not." He tried to keep a brave face as he gave his honesty but it was clear his muscles tightened with restrained anxiety - whether it was because he was being bold, or he was possibly talking to a god was impossible to tell at the moment.
"I, um. I guess it's more strange to me that there are so many plants to begin with. Where I am from, plants are a luxury." He gave a thoughtful pause, considering what little he did know. "Where I'm from, there's a corporation that has reference forests that they use to track things such as soil erosion, test their genetic splicing... It could be something like that."
"It could also be as simple as enrichment for us, or something that was here before whatever caused the city to become empty." Which was to say: Emerick didn't know. Plants were treated so differently from animals (outside of the premium price, of course) that he really hadn't given it a second thought outside of the fact that there were so many trees, and the way they twisted and looked like fingers or disfigured bodies as they faded in the mist.