[ The light gives him pause for just a few heartbeats, but he shakes it off; he's run into strange lights before. That isn't overly concerning. The fact that there is someone who's more real than these faint, drowning cries for help? Matters more. There's a flicker of a thought in the back of John's mind, something remembered only recently brought on by the clarity of those words, how easily they're heard when that voice lifts: theatre. Recitation. Announcement.
He doesn't entirely miss the softening of the rain, but rain comes and goes in varying weights, doesn't it? He's sure that's a thing. Well. Mostly sure. He doesn't know. He'd have to ask—
But this man definitely looks worse off than John in the waterlogged department, in any event. He slows once close enough for normal conversation, not quite hunching to stand a little closer to this white-haired stranger's height. John is... unfortunately tall, and he isn't entirely sure how much is his stature in this body. ]
Enough. [ John's voice is a low, vaguely annoyed rumble as he reaches up to adjust his hood with a wrapped hand, pull it back into place to cast its heavy shadow over the pallid mask. ] I don't suppose you have any idea where th... this place is, or what is happening? [ He likes to think Arthur would approve of asking for information. And... being polite—honey and vinegar, right? Maybe have to bite his tongue a bit, though, because John is largely vinegar. ]
we absolutely can (unfortunately for john)
He doesn't entirely miss the softening of the rain, but rain comes and goes in varying weights, doesn't it? He's sure that's a thing. Well. Mostly sure. He doesn't know. He'd have to ask—
But this man definitely looks worse off than John in the waterlogged department, in any event. He slows once close enough for normal conversation, not quite hunching to stand a little closer to this white-haired stranger's height. John is... unfortunately tall, and he isn't entirely sure how much is his stature in this body. ]
Enough. [ John's voice is a low, vaguely annoyed rumble as he reaches up to adjust his hood with a wrapped hand, pull it back into place to cast its heavy shadow over the pallid mask. ] I don't suppose you have any idea where th... this place is, or what is happening? [ He likes to think Arthur would approve of asking for information. And... being polite—honey and vinegar, right? Maybe have to bite his tongue a bit, though, because John is largely vinegar. ]