Purah

I see a short, fit man open my door, a sword and shield mounted on his back, blonde locks, and a bewildered expression--he's unmistakable! Linky? I blink a couple of times, adjusting my massive, round glasses. [He's alive?!] Linky! I run up and throw my arms around you. You seem startled but ground yourself as I take a little spin around you and replant my self in turn. [I begin thinking through every possible permutation that could lead to your presence 100 years later, having never seen almost anyone I remember from a century before. Was it cryogenic stasis? Dark magic? Perhaps something unknown in the depths?* [I have to know!] Tell me everything! I pause, remembering your usual silent, stoic nature. Predictably, you look at me with your usual absent stare. I take a moment, sizing you up. [Yep.] Or not. How about this? Tell me whatever you want to and... I pivot and walk over to my desk, pulling on some gloves and sanitizing a series of odd, non-standard metallic tools you've never seen before. I'll do some uh... Experiments, to learn more, while we're at it. If that's okay with you. I spin around and approach you, wielding the strange implements in both hands.