Fakir opts for evaporate. It strikes him as having fewer ways it can go wrong. And indeed, although the server and the fellow patron are clearly befuddled by the complete disappearance of any liquid, they are at least not suddenly struck with fever or something along those lines. After a moment, the server sits down himself and offers to split something stronger with the patron.
The Medicine Seller regards the other two with interest, their conversation taking a sharp turn to bonding over all the bizarre things that happen nearly on the daily in Trench.
Congratulations on the impromptu matchmaking, Fakir. Well done.
"...Would we ever know if it had? ...Unless, of course, there are any who are not confined by such laws."
"If there are," he says slowly, "they would probably be the ones stopping it."
In his world, he had never experienced Drosselmeyer stopping time himself. Or rather, he'd never been aware of it, because he'd been stopped with it. But Ahiru had. It's certainly possible for someone or something to do. Fakir has never stated it to anyone, but he thinks the Pthumerians, or maybe something above even them, pull the strings here just as Drosselmeyer did in Gold Crown Town. Making a story that amuses them from the people they can drag in.
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Fakir continues to watch them, just in case.
Unless time has stopped...
"Has time stopped here before?"
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The Medicine Seller regards the other two with interest, their conversation taking a sharp turn to bonding over all the bizarre things that happen nearly on the daily in Trench.
Congratulations on the impromptu matchmaking, Fakir. Well done.
"...Would we ever know if it had? ...Unless, of course, there are any who are not confined by such laws."
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In his world, he had never experienced Drosselmeyer stopping time himself. Or rather, he'd never been aware of it, because he'd been stopped with it. But Ahiru had. It's certainly possible for someone or something to do. Fakir has never stated it to anyone, but he thinks the Pthumerians, or maybe something above even them, pull the strings here just as Drosselmeyer did in Gold Crown Town. Making a story that amuses them from the people they can drag in.