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[ablativeholopleather]

Yo, you found Wayne, leave me a message if you wanna.

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[hellonspectacles]

“Fascinating.” Palamedes props his chin on his hand, marveling at Wayne anew. The point about Waynes sometimes deciding upon their own, separate name, makes sense to him. And here, on the Serena Eterna, with no other Waynes about, he can see why this Wayne would revert back to his original name. “Is Somsnosa a Wayne? Or do all Waynes look like you? I mean, the yellow skin and the—“ he gestures vaguely above his own head. “Where I come from, people are mostly me-shaped, for a given value thereof, but there are significant genetic differences between necromancers and non-necromancers.”

[ablativeholopleather]

"None of my crew are Waynes, no. We did have a larva around for a while because it snuck onto my airship when we landed at Waynehouse one day but I think they were happier just keeping the couch warm." The thought is still amusing to him, a soft smile curling up the corner of his lips. "I've noticed basically everyone here is you-shaped, for a given amount of variation based on those genetic differences. We're a little more uniform within the Wayne group, but otherwise there's a lot of serious variation between people at home. Waynes don't look like ranchers don't look like knights don't look like..." A pause. What did Dedusmuln say their people were called? Did they ever actually say? "Well, we're all pretty visually distinct. Maybe one day you'll get to meet them."