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prismatica2019-10-06 11:03 pm
unresolving) wrote in prismatica2019-10-06 11:03 pm
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Considering much of the network's recent activity, I fear my inquiry is not particularly scandalous, nor is it especially thought-provoking, but please bear with me for just a moment.
I'm looking for someone skilled in enchantment, particularly in the field of weaponry. I may have some work for you, if you're willing to try something for me. A paying job, of course, should it happen to work out.
If that sounds like something that might interest you, then let me know and we can sort out the details.
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[Whether he's able to find what he needs or not, the rest of his evening will be spent at a tavern—the one at The Hearth Fire, to be precise. While he does have certain expectations about who he might run into here, his main goal is simply conversation, so he'll turn to anyone that doesn't look to be busy and say:]
Excuse me. If you have a moment, would you mind humoring me with a story?
[If it's conversation he wants, then surely this, too, could've been solved over the network, but... Well, maybe he's old-fashioned, but these sorts of things are better done in person. Not plastering his face all over the network considering his general line of work, however, is also a plus. While occasionally necessary (like today), he'd like to keep it to a minimum.
Alternatively, feel free to wildcard and run into him anywhere. Although, wherever he is, you might be wondering why there's a chinchilla rolling around his feet. On second thought, haven't you seen it somewhere before...?]
I'm looking for someone skilled in enchantment, particularly in the field of weaponry. I may have some work for you, if you're willing to try something for me. A paying job, of course, should it happen to work out.
If that sounds like something that might interest you, then let me know and we can sort out the details.
—
[Whether he's able to find what he needs or not, the rest of his evening will be spent at a tavern—the one at The Hearth Fire, to be precise. While he does have certain expectations about who he might run into here, his main goal is simply conversation, so he'll turn to anyone that doesn't look to be busy and say:]
Excuse me. If you have a moment, would you mind humoring me with a story?
[If it's conversation he wants, then surely this, too, could've been solved over the network, but... Well, maybe he's old-fashioned, but these sorts of things are better done in person. Not plastering his face all over the network considering his general line of work, however, is also a plus. While occasionally necessary (like today), he'd like to keep it to a minimum.
Alternatively, feel free to wildcard and run into him anywhere. Although, wherever he is, you might be wondering why there's a chinchilla rolling around his feet. On second thought, haven't you seen it somewhere before...?]
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Not especially. I'm in the Caihong district at the moment, if that suits you. [He'd be fine with elsewhere, of course, but it was convenient if he didn't have to stray too far from his current area of exploration.] Perhaps near one of the landmark dragon statues? I'll be wearing a white coat.
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[Emet-Selch was, as ever, tempted to teleport, but the Chroma he had managed to accumulate was not the near-infinite wellspring of power that his aether had been. No, it was best to play it safe and conserve his stores, in case things took a turn for the worse.
And so, in due time, he arrived in the Caihong district and went in search of a man in white... Ah, and there he was! He approached at his usual slow amble, with the usual smirk on his face.]
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It's a moment before he notices him, if only because he wasn't looking for him, specifically. But when he does notice, and when it occurs to him that this might just be the person he was meant to meet, the exasperation on his face is clear.
He is... so tired... He should be surprised, but really, he's just tired. It could have been anyone. And yet...]
You really don't know when to quit, do you?
[Logically, he knows that Emet-Selch has as much of a "right" to be here as anyone else. But that doesn't mean he has to like it.]
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[He stopped a respectful distance away from Thancred, his smirk wider than before their exchange of pleasantries.]
But to answer your question, no. Quitting is simply not in my nature. [He shrugs.] But let us not quarrel. I come in peace.
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["Let us not quarrel," he says, yet it's still Thancred's natural inclination to bite back. He shouldn't, but... Well, here they are.]
So, to what do I owe this distinct pleasure? Because surely you are not going to insist on helping me, all things considered.
[Sure, he'd done that before, much to the chagrin of the Scions, but things had been a bit different then.]
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We have, of course had our differences in the past, but this is neither the Source nor one of the Shards. Thus, I see no reason why we should not co-exist in some semblance of harmony here.
[Emet-Selch offered Thancred his best impression of a sincere smile. He was not foolish enough to expect the Scion to take him at his word, of course, but he had at least made the offer.]
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Honestly, it's not like he wanted to fight with him, either... He had no interest in recreating their previous conflict in any way. Yet, he was intimately familiar with the Ascians, a bit more so than most, so it was impossible to just take him at his word. It's true that Emet-Selch had usually been quite honest with them, but it just couldn't be that simple. It was never that simple.
Besides... if he were in his shoes—if he had another chance at life, even if it was in a place like this, a place even further from "home" than the last world, or worlds—could he really just be okay with this?
...maybe he shouldn't think of it that way. But there were things he wanted to know, too, and so after a moment of disapproving consideration, he flippantly shrugs.]
I don't like the idea of owing you another favor. In fact, I would say I very much loathe it. [But despite what he says, he's reaching into his coat anyway, soon revealing a spare cartridge that he tosses toward Emet-Selch.] But a deal is a deal, I suppose.
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All I ask in return is common courtesy and the assurance that you will not send a pack of Warriors of Light snapping at my heels the moment my back is turned. I do hope that is not too much to ask.
[He lowered the cartridge and grasped it in both hands. A flash of darkness issued forth from between his fingers, and he held the cartridge up to examine it again. He gave a satisfied nod, then tossed it back to Thancred.]
Though it is imbued with Chroma rather than aether, I believe you will find the result much the same. I do hope you will inform me if you find otherwise.
[His smirk made a reappearance.] I hope you are not terribly bothered by it being dark-aspected. That is simply my nature. Had you found me during the Cordis moon's influence, it would have likely had a slight ice aspect to it, as well. Ah, but that is a matter for another time.
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Try not to give me any reason to, and perhaps that can be arranged. Perhaps.
[The idea of just coexisting didn't sit right with him, but... Well, you know, neither did attacking someone unprovoked. In the end, it was better to just... let him live a normal life, if that was even possible. Theoretically, he was right—there was no reason for them to fight here.]
As I'm sure you are aware, I am in no position to complain about your... strengths. [Darkness may not have been his current aesthetic choice, but this was about more than just aesthetics. Either way, Thancred can feel the difference between the cartridge as it is now and how it was just a moment ago, lacking any sort of aspect at all. Not only that, but in a way, it feels familiar, too.] I suppose this is the part where I say "thank you." I am in no hurry to squander your efforts nor your resources, so I will keep in touch. Unless, of course, you wish to see the results for yourself?
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[He gave Thancred a bright smile, sure that it would rankle. He was entirely genuine in not wanting conflict between them here, of course, but that did not mean he had forgotten being pierced through-and-through with shards of white auracite.]
Yes, please do keep in touch. I would rather like to see an in-person demonstration, of course, but I fear I must decline, lest you be tempted to use my person as your target.