[Huo quirks a small smile at her disapproval, his first response was very much the same before it occurred to him that the small soldiers must have been instructed - or rather, that the machine must have been instructed to make the game easy. The local who explained the game machines to him couldn't explain their inner workings, but still gave him a reasonable idea of their concept and purpose. And then he ran into this particular machine: the puzzle's now taken an unexpected and stupefying turn.
He nods, frowning slightly at the face that flashes at the bottom of the screen.] There is some resemblance. [But it isn't the face that he lingers on. Rather, he waits until another message appears, one with a different face, and indicates that with one hand, the true source of his uncertainty.]
I can read this man's name - I assume it is his name, as it accompanies his portrait - and those of several others. But his name, the fan-wielding general... [He hesitates; he knows the implications.] The characters shift and blur before my eyes.
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Date: 2010-12-02 08:58 pm (UTC)He nods, frowning slightly at the face that flashes at the bottom of the screen.] There is some resemblance. [But it isn't the face that he lingers on. Rather, he waits until another message appears, one with a different face, and indicates that with one hand, the true source of his uncertainty.]
I can read this man's name - I assume it is his name, as it accompanies his portrait - and those of several others. But his name, the fan-wielding general... [He hesitates; he knows the implications.] The characters shift and blur before my eyes.