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[Perne has chosen to address the happenstance (i.e., being in Lunatia) with a great deal of professionalism. At least, as much as she can muster given the situation. Her device is propped up on a very standard table in what is likely her apartment. She sits in front of it, posture prim and proper.

Evidently she has been bracing herself for this particular conversation and even if she's not confident in having it, her tone remains even. Again, professionalism. Or at least the closest thing to it.]

It is to mine knowledge that this 'network' is capable of reaching all of those possessing the same device—in short, those of us referred to as Moonblessed individuals.

Some of you I have already had the esteemed privilege to meet. For those of you with whom I am not yet acquainted, I am Lady Perne de Archevauliere. Simply 'Perne' shall suffice if you have need to address me by name.

[Her posture is already straight, but it doesn't stop her from trying to straighten up even more. Her hands linger beneath the table, undoubtedly betraying her fidgeting as a means to keep such from creeping into her relatively stern expression.]

I have been adequately informed on the situation at hand facing all of us in the same role. Given the nature of this place, its currency and its resource, I have an interest in making an accord. That is to say, I am seeking voluntary candidates for this 'Moonlacing' that must needs occur. I have no interest in informal or inappropriate proceedings under such pretences. As such, mine standards for who I will accept will need to be met in full and to mine satisfaction before I shall consider any such agreement or accord to be in effect.

You may meet with me in person if you care to and do not trust me via visual. Mine requirements do not, however, require this to be part of the initial process.

[She might as well be hiring for a job with the way she discusses it. Who knows. Maybe she'll lighten up in time, but considering how stubborn and bullheaded she can sometimes be... mayhaps not.]

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[She hesitates plainly. It happens so quickly that she can't even stop herself from displaying it. The other Moonblessed act so different. So informal. So familiar. So casual. And she comes from a world where to use a given name is... Well. Reserved for loved ones. Family. Lovers. Husbands. Wives. She can just hear the ear lashing she'd be in for if she was caught acting so...

Well. As stated. Familiar.

Perne frees a breath, dipping her head in a subtle acknowledgement, though she doesn't make effort to say his name again. She might have to practise it in private first.]

That is quite a kindness to extend to offer to someone you are not familiar with. How do you know I am not merely meaning to take advantage of your generosity? [She doesn't intend to, admittedly. That sort of thing is reserved for self-defence when it's necessary. A beautiful individual can oft be the most dangerous sort and Perne is not... without her dangers. Time will tell what those are.]

This may not be something you can answer for me since you have only recently arrived as well, but are there any places you enjoy visiting whilst here? [Is it a nervous tic or a subconscious wiggle of the ears betraying Perne's adoration for the acquisition of knowledge? She already knows about the library, which she's dying to go visit. And one can't forget the assortment of flora in the area...]

( Well, if he has his way, no one's going to be lashing her ears while he's around. The protector comes out in him full force with her mannerisms, making him think of high society and gentler people, less experienced in the ways of the world, even as he's sure that isn't the case for her. Not with how collected she is and how forward she states her intentions. )

There are few enough things to take advantage of, here; my generosity is a forgivable enough offense that I'll take the chance with. There are worse outcomes than time spent with a beautiful woman who allows me to buy her a hot drink and accompany her wherever she wishes to go, even if it's the quarters of another beau. I would get you there safely.

( He's teasing, of course, because surely she wouldn't need anything nearing that, but his offer for company and drinks is sure to be legitimate. As for the question: )

Oh, I've found a couple of nice places to sit down for coffee or to eat. Many of the people I knew from home are here and pointed me in the right direction. Or were you looking for scenery to admire? The Groves were quite beautiful, with plenty of wildlife within.

( OhhhhHHHHHHHH NOOOO???? Her ears are wiggling... She seems excited, brighter-eyed and interested. How sweet... )

[She issues something that is stilted and short-lived, a brief levity where Perne evidently does not air such oft. That is likely not difficult to determine considering how very tightly she seems to be wound. Rather, straight-laced and reserved, though with enough of a spine to state what she wants, when she wants it, and how she expects it to be.

Mayhaps a stereotypical portrait of haughty, pretentious nobility.

Yet she doesn't seem to know how to take his... humour? Is he making jest? Is he serious? Is he offering to be her retainer? How does she even begin to bark up this proverbial tree? Perne has virtually done very little herself and has always been following someone else, even when it's come to trying to make great change for the lesser fortunate.]

I— [She pauses before she manages to get the rest of her words out, a tad flustered.] —I shall keep all that in consideration, Sir. [Whoops.]

I do like tea and tarts, so mayhaps places of such would be to mine interest. Otherwise, I have an intimate relationship with tomes of variety. I enjoy paintings and stagecraft and music. And... flowers. Plants, that is. Trees. [She clears her throat.] Botany. [She corrects herself. She is not at all good talking about herself.]

( Was that a laugh? He's taking it as a laugh, especially if she truly isn't the type to do so often. Let a man have his small victories and a lady's amusement. He knows his way around "haughty nobility" if that is indeed how she is, so there's no need to worry about putting him off.

In return, James is ever the steadfast soldier. If she wishes for a retainer, he will be her retainer. If she wishes for a partner and finds him amenable, then that is the mold he'll pour himself into. Far be it from him to deny someone the bonds they need. )

Of course, miss Perne. And I think I've heard of a perfect locale, then. I'll check with my friend to be sure, but she has similar tastes and a finer palate than my own. I believe this one in particular was near an art gallery. We can see where the day takes us from there.

When would you like to meet?

An art gallery.

[That sounds perfect already. But to be fair, if it tickles one of Perne's fancies, it's quite likely to please her. As difficult as she can be to endure at times, the general rule of thumb has been to simply find what she likes and engage repetition.

But then to say that would be far too simple and Perne is quite the opposite of simple. All of the pieces have to fall into place in order for her to be genuinely stimulated in the presence of another. High maintenance may be a phrase for it.]

I think that sounds rather lovely. Could be lovelier than some of the other places I have seen or heard about. [Ah, Lunatia. Full of scandalous activities and establishments. She's not judging. Really!] Ah... As for a time. Well, when should be convenient for you? I am afraid with me being so new to the area, I do not have much of a schedule that I ought to be following. As such, it seems I may be rather flexible.

( He thought it might, with her other interests listed. As far as botany went he hadn't the faintest clue, but the Groves were always nice to walk through and it's on the way to the shop he'd heard of, that Winter and Weiss seemed to frequent, so it was worth a shot. A lady asks for companionship and unintentionally nets a rude old bird that connects her to him regardless; it's something like fate, no? )

Well, I wouldn't set your hopes too high; I can't guarantee anything I've yet to lay eyes on myself, but I think it may suit your tastes. And I've only just arrived myself, so I've yet to pick up any pastimes. I'm quite flexible myself. Would you care to set out in an hour, then? I can come to you. Do you know how to send locations over these devices?

Spoken as though you had no pastimes in your home world.

[Perne does not seem convinced that this is the case, however. But it's possible there are things he did in his world that he's not able to do here in Lunatia. In fact, that's quite likely true for many of the people here. She is only so blessed that her interests are evidently commonplace or mundane.]

An hour... [She pauses a moment with some consideration. He means a bell and it takes her just a bit to put those pieces together.] That should suit mine needs, aye. And I am not so familiar with mine... trinket here. I know a little bit here and there, but very likely not what you are asking me of. I can await your arrival outside, however, if that would be acceptable.

( He can't quite help the chuckle her retort gets, shaking his head softly. )

Myself, personally? I didn't, really. Any time my career didn't already demand of me, I was either training or attending functions as an accompaniment to my duties— I'm quite boring. Leisure didn't fit into my life until I ended up here, and now I have nothing but.

( A soldier through and through, who never quite stopped marching. He had his career as a military general to lead his troops, the head of the academy to mind students, and further, his seat on the council to deal with anything in between, politically. And then there had been his brotherhood with Ozpin, one of the other headmasters— that was top secret, though. Yeah, he never had downtime where he wasn't trying to catch a few hours of sleep. Boring old man.

Her manner of speech is refined, and it occasionally takes him a moment to sift through it as well, but the important bit is that she agrees and he's looking over his device to doublecheck his instructions before speaking them to her. )

Perfect, then. As for the location, you can touch one of the pictures in the top right corner of the projected screen, with a little flag— it will ask you if you would like to send your location to me. You can say yes, and then it will give me a path to follow to come find you in the city. You can wait outside if you're more comfortable with that; I can let you know when I should arrive so you can head out instead of standing about in the cold.

I believe most of us would consider ourselves 'quite boring.' [She certainly knows she does. The more he speaks, however, the more he sounds like her brothers. To her, a creature who was kept under proverbial (and sometimes literal) lock and key, any talk of his adventures, his work and duties, is quite likely a world greater more interesting than anything she's ever done. Even her botany work doesn't quite compare.

But the modesty... That's uncommon for her to cross paths with. He's a bit charming, isn't he.] I suspect that I may be more interested in your affairs than you should think I ought to be.

[His explanation on her device is rather to the point and concise. Easy to understand, considering she's quite unfamiliar with such advancements. What a nifty little device, truly. So she does as he suggests right from her apartment and considering she really has very little interest in staying there, she's not quite interested in remaining there. No, waiting outside seems like a far better idea.]

Oh. How convenient. [A moment's pause, and she finds herself issuing a soft chortle.] Sir, mine homeland is an infinite winter of ice and snow. The cold hardly affects me. [It's hard to affect a woman who is ice through and through.]

( Well, if that turns out to be the case and she starts asking, he'll answer in kind and explain it all to her. He isn't shy about it by any means, but the drudgeries of military life usually don't thrill much of anyone. To find that isn't the case would... actually make conversation quite easy, really.

But yes, at the end of the day, he's fairly polite and well-mannered and, yes, modest. He doesn't particularly care to talk about himself. )

Well, however boring we may think ourselves, let's agree to at least answer a few questions each, how does that sound? And if it turns out we're interested, we can simply ask further. No harm done.

( He gives her the directions and she follows them with ease, so he accepts the location request and it will give her his ETA and show his progress in turn, but he'll speak it aloud anyway— she may not wish to watch or know where to look on the device for the information it provides her. )

And it's looking to be about a quarter of an hour's walk, so I will set out in a bit. ( He still has a bit of tidying to do about his place, sorting things received during the trip to Nevei and finishing his cleanup after having left it for the length of their stay, but: ) That's one more thing we have in common, then. It's good to hear. Still, that just means we both know the comfort of a good hot drink after the outdoors, doesn't it? I'll see you soon, Lady Perne.

( And that she will. If she watches that little dot of his, he sets out about twenty 'til having donned a handsome navy peacoat gifted to him over a thick-knit turtleneck sweater, and he's approaching the housing complex she's located in those few minutes early; whether she's on the ground floor awaiting him or admiring the view from a higher floor, he'll find out soon enough, he supposes. )

A man of accords. [Perne looks somewhere between delighted and pleased to discover such.] I do believe I can agree to such. [An accord allows for some form of professionalism, which means it will not require anything particularly emotive or 'from the heart,' as it were. Those sorts of exchanges tend to be her very favourite.]

Please do take your time and be well on your journey.

[It doesn't sound like a particularly long misadventure on his part, and from what little she knows already, Perne suspects he is perfectly capable of looking after himself. As such, she doesn't bother to nag him or lose herself in concern. She offers him the proper timing he requires to be ready, to tend to his personal affairs, and does so with no questions, something else that appears to be from her grooming. Most things not her business tends to be things she is like to steer herself away from. An overinquisitive mind is oft the sort that finds trouble, and though she has been wonderful at throwing herself into such in her homeland, Perne is determined to be slightly more behaved here in this new world.

When she does take note of his closer proximity, she chooses to wait for him on the lowest floor, finding that a neutral locale to make his acquaintance more properly. She wears her hair down, yet remains in Ishgardian regalia, quite under the belief she will probably never change from that style. She rather likes complicated bodices and rivets, even if such things were meant to keep ladies breathless. Hands folded, posture straight, she keeps an eye out until he arrives on the scene.

At least, she suspects it to be him, again from what very little she knows. She does not make him wait too long and has little difficulty in approaching and greeting him proper. A light curtsy, a subtle curve of the mouth. It will all come to be quite expected from her.]

Well met, Master Ironwood. I trust it was not difficult to find yourself here.

( It was... certainly some way to look at it, sure; an accord. He thinks on it the whole walk over, and looks up where to take her, device not too terribly different from the Scroll he's used to. He has a backup in mind in case the first place falls through, and a noted art gallery or two nearby.

It isn't difficult to spot her when she's a head and shoulders above near anyone around, but he's taller yet than even her— he raises a hand in casual greeting and adjusts his trajectory to head towards her, already noting how beautiful she is when the blue of her eyes is so clear and her hair tumbles in manicured curls past her shoulders, bearing straight.

Perne curtsies, and James meets it with a bow at the waist, deep in deference with a hand over his heart. His smile is likewise immediate, and he offers his hand shortly after. It is, unfortunately, metal beneath the white glove. )

Well met indeed, lady Perne. It wasn't difficult at all; how are you? I trust I've not kept you waiting.

[He is... handsome. For someone who isn't of her people. (Truth being that Perne hasn't spent a lot of time with non-elezen and has largely only seen them in passing, even more so after Ishgard's revolution.) She has the good sense not to say as much. He likely already knows it, after all, and it's hardly in her prerogative to be giving compliments. Such is simply not how she is.

He extends his hand and for some moments, she merely eyes it. She knows very well not to expect the same traditions as where she is from. He doesn't know enough about her to know what she would expect either, and as such, she cannot possibly fathom why he would wish for her own hand. Come to think of it, Bishop did the same thing the first time they met and she had refused him.

Her own hand begins to reach forward and after some consideration and some very evident hesitance on her part, she retracts. No. She still can't do that terribly easily. This place, one where she is required to have physical contact with others, will surely be the end of her. She cannot help wondering if it would be a sweeter end than any she might find within the Holy See.]

I am sufficient. [She replies kindly, though a bit awkward and stilted.] I am a rarity in mine kind, I should think, in that I demonstrate patience well. You need not concern yourself over such things. After all, what else am I to do whilst here? 'Tis not as though I have any grand aspirations to achieve.

[Perne motions past him.] Shall we away then, Master Ironwood? Wherever it is you find it suiting to escort me, that is.

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