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Physics... How Do They Work? - 002 [audio]

[The quick, light breaths coming from the audio indicate that the person speaking is performing some form of physical exertion.]

My apologies for any brusqueness, but I require the assistance of a healer immediately. I have just witnessed a person leaping from the edge of the tower in the Fourth District of Traverse Town. I do not know if they could have survived a fall from such a height, but if they have, I suspect my own first aid knowledge and potion will be insufficient to provide adequate care for such traumatic injuries. I am making all due haste to the area at this moment. Thank you for your attention.

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Defense of the kingdom, of course! Eblan is in the shadow of the Tower of Babil, from which all sorts of strange creatures and objects emerge!

[His voice drops to a bit more of a confidential tone.]

Much, much stranger than here, in fact.

[Jeeves allows his brow to rise more than he normally would as the audio connection hides the expression.]

Does this Tower belong to another kingdom, sire? It would seem prudent to demolish such a building if it is within your purview.

Wouldn't we have loved to! We only found this out recently, but it was built by the Lunarians, who have magic and technology far beyond what we have. Also there was no way for us to get to it. Mountains and a great chasm surrounded it.

Given your ability to fall great lengths without injury, I would not have anticipated a chasm posing any great challenge, sire.

[His tone is dry. Is that humor? Quite possibly.]

Aside from the mountains leading to it being impassible, the chasm leads clear down to the Underworld! That's a bit of a fall on a good day, even if people have survived it!

[While exploding themselves, but let's not mention that part.]

Sire, there may be another matter of cultural confusion in play. When you refer to the 'Underworld,' do you mean to imply the plane of existence to which damned souls are sent after their mortal death?

I -- the -- ju-- what?

[Have some confused sputtering, Jeeves. What did you just say?]

No, the land beneath the ground, where the dwarves live!

I see, sire. [And that is why it's important to clarify these things. Jeeves makes a mental note to do so going forward.] If I might make a further query: If the mountains are impassable, how came you by knowledge of the Tower? And how has anything from it reached your native lands?

That's a long story.

[Long enough that Edge has to ponder briefly where to begin it, only to realize that picking up near the end might be the best way to ascertain if the other man even wants to hear it.] It was all part of a plot by a small sect from the people who lived on the second moon, which was actually a huge ship that traveled through space, to purge Earth of human life.

[That... certainly sounds like the beginning of a highly implausible tale. Jeeves has already forged into inexplicable territory with this man, though.]

As the young gentleman who jumped is not in need of medical attention, I find myself with time aplenty, sire. If this would be a discussion better carried out in-person, though, I would be only to happy to meet you at the tea shop in the 4th District.

Sure, that might be easier! Wouldn't be the first time I've told that story there... though unlike the other times, you're not my type. Guess I can't have everything.

[Jeeves' brow rises, and he doesn't look terribly amused.]

I beg your pardon, sire?

You're not a cute girl. [Why does he need to spell this out?] That's who I prefer to tell my amazing tale of brave deeds and heroics to!

[Jeeves' voice takes on a tone that his employer might refer to as 'soupy.' This man is reminding him ever so slightly of Mr. Little prior to his marriage.]

My apologies, sire. That is not a deficiency I am in a position to correct. I am informed Ms. Namine works at the shop, so a beautiful young woman may still be in the vicinity.

Oh yeah, Namine's a total cutie. Bit on the young side though.

[Jeeves would point out that he'd met many men of a venerable age who would court a young person, but he held his tongue. He did not know how old Edge was at this point.]

Indeed, sir? I will meet you at the tea shop shortly.

[He waited for the other man to end the transmission before shutting off his own communicator.]

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