"I've been told I'm casual about a lot of things." Likely by someone he destroyed, but that's left unsaid. It's hard to be sure.
The halls of the ship are narrow and creaky, but soon they're led to a small room. "A... typewriter?... fascinating." He managed to skip the typewriter era, straight to smartphones, but he has the memories of others, and some people knew this machine.
The deckhand instructs them to write their names; Ardyn plucks out just that in a few keystrokes before the typewriter takes over, adding more to his name, more details, and, somehow, a map.
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The halls of the ship are narrow and creaky, but soon they're led to a small room. "A... typewriter?... fascinating." He managed to skip the typewriter era, straight to smartphones, but he has the memories of others, and some people knew this machine.
The deckhand instructs them to write their names; Ardyn plucks out just that in a few keystrokes before the typewriter takes over, adding more to his name, more details, and, somehow, a map.
Ardyn Izunia nee Lucis Caelum - FalseThrone
Corsair
Cabin 16
Apartment 35
As he looks over the paper, his smile darkens.