[Some consume information, and others food - Takasugi has watched gluttons of both types flit around the exhibition hall for several hours from his perch against one of the simulated Wyver tavern storefronts. His pipe has grown cold, still held in his mouth for sake of idle weight to toy with.
He's not lingering to encourage anyone to choose a side, nor to act as a guide.
His presence is more of a feature of the architecture than the life that bustles, simulated, through the city's image.]
Experiences...? [The man who approached him is a stranger, but altogether more familiar than anything he's come to know on the planet itself.] They don't make good sake down there. [Top priority commentary.]
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He's not lingering to encourage anyone to choose a side, nor to act as a guide.
His presence is more of a feature of the architecture than the life that bustles, simulated, through the city's image.]
Experiences...? [The man who approached him is a stranger, but altogether more familiar than anything he's come to know on the planet itself.] They don't make good sake down there. [Top priority commentary.]