[Brainy looks on in something like amusement as Robbie can't seem to settle on one specific joke and instead needs to run through a few of them.]
Are you quite finished?
[Still, the words could be harder than they are.]
It's not a royal title. It would be... difficult to explain without the proper historical context. [And first contact with a stranger isn't a great place to announce you're descended from supervillains.]
[Brainy holds up the device, which has alien text scrawling across one of the screens. Robbie will see that the magic does help translate but instead of translating it to English, it translates to the new language that's being implanted in his head. The words probably make very little sense even translated, given that they're highly technical terms.]
As I said before about my team, we are dimensional wanderers. Whenever we arrive on a new world in a new dimension, an environmental assay must be performed to ensure that there are no toxins or contagions that would be harmful to our physiologies - and we must ensure that we're not introducing dangerous non-native pathogens that could be harmful.
[The device suddenly goes ding with a sound that's almost like a kitchen timer and Brainy checks some of the displays.]
[Then he starts taking off his gear. First he takes off his flight ring so he can take off his gloves. The skin of his hands is green and slightly callused. Then he puts the gloves away in a pouch at his belt and puts the ring back on. After that, he unhooks the rebreather and re-coils it at his belt. Then he pulls the hood down and lifts the goggle up so they rest in his blonde hair at the top of his head. His face looks almost human, but the strange white implants on it add an alien touch.]
[Brilliant green eyes that match the wreckage around them peer at Robbie curiously. He arches an eyebrow just slightly.]
Is green an acceptable shade for me to be called by my own nickname?
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Are you quite finished?
[Still, the words could be harder than they are.]
It's not a royal title. It would be... difficult to explain without the proper historical context. [And first contact with a stranger isn't a great place to announce you're descended from supervillains.]
[Brainy holds up the device, which has alien text scrawling across one of the screens. Robbie will see that the magic does help translate but instead of translating it to English, it translates to the new language that's being implanted in his head. The words probably make very little sense even translated, given that they're highly technical terms.]
As I said before about my team, we are dimensional wanderers. Whenever we arrive on a new world in a new dimension, an environmental assay must be performed to ensure that there are no toxins or contagions that would be harmful to our physiologies - and we must ensure that we're not introducing dangerous non-native pathogens that could be harmful.
[The device suddenly goes ding with a sound that's almost like a kitchen timer and Brainy checks some of the displays.]
[Then he starts taking off his gear. First he takes off his flight ring so he can take off his gloves. The skin of his hands is green and slightly callused. Then he puts the gloves away in a pouch at his belt and puts the ring back on. After that, he unhooks the rebreather and re-coils it at his belt. Then he pulls the hood down and lifts the goggle up so they rest in his blonde hair at the top of his head. His face looks almost human, but the strange white implants on it add an alien touch.]
[Brilliant green eyes that match the wreckage around them peer at Robbie curiously. He arches an eyebrow just slightly.]
Is green an acceptable shade for me to be called by my own nickname?