[ wade wilson. english? the accent isn't right, though. but then, there's so much of this place that makes very little sense. and as much as he hates to think of anything al-rahim had told him, hadn't he said time is a type of circle? considering his experiences thus far with time, well..

regardless, the note of disbelief in the other man's voice is certainly familiar. at home, people seem to expect him to be a great deal older than he is; some well-fed, bejeweled lord's son. even so, it's something of a surprise for his reputation to have spread to-- wherever this is.

he scoffs, tapping his worn notebook into his other hand. ] I am precisely who I say that I am. I'd prove it, only I seem to have been kidnapped and set out to sea on a ship with no sails and lit with lightning. From what I've gathered thus far, it seems a common enough occurrence here.