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[warriorscribe]

I think it's both, but the "when" holds more impact, I think. In my time, the most sophisticated tools were forged from copper and its alloys.

[That's enough to go on, right? It's all he really knows that doesn't rely on his lineage.]

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[jmencalisse]

Copper?

That's cuivre? The stuff they put into coins?

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[warriorscribe]

I wouldn't know about the coins. Most nations I encountered still measure a metal's value by weight of its pure enough ingots. I only know of their future as coins by being told so.

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[jmencalisse]

What, you're a Neanderthal?

[Yeah, he's not very well-versed in history.]

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[warriorscribe]

I don't know what that is.

[His world had a drastically shortened Stone Age, too, adding to the confusion...]

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[jmencalisse]

A caveman.

Are you a caveman?

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[warriorscribe]

A hermit? On occasion. I can't say I prefer living away from civilization, however. I don't see what that has to do with currency.

[That's his best guess at "caveman", sorry, David.]

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[jmencalisse]

[Are you... putting him on?]

I doesn't have anything to do with currency, you brought up the bronze, I'm just trying to figure out what fucking character you're playing.

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[warriorscribe]

I am not "playing" anyone. I know it is difficult to understand, but when we tell you we are from many worlds and times, we are telling you the truth.

My name is Enoch. Approximately four hundred years ago (relative to me, not you) I was born to Jared and Baraka, the sixth generation in the bloodline of Seth, seventh from Adam. I have taken over seventy aliases in my long life and I am tired of playing at being someone I'm not - this is the truth, even if you choose not to believe it.

[And for his part, that took more energy than he would have liked to put together. He understands perfectly why David has a hard time believing him. He wouldn't have admitted being about four hundred at home for the same reason.

But he is so tired, of so many things.]