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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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Comments

[ignoreher]

I don't think I wanna give away all of my secrets, Mr. Gaze. I'd like to retain some of my mystery.

[ no way is she telling anyone else from the city why. ]

[immortalpoet]

I think you're mistaking "mystery" for "being obnoxious to spite me", but what do I know.

[#MEAN]

[ignoreher]

And you're rude just to be rude, so what's the difference?

[ she really does talk a lot of smack to a color. ]

You are one of the only people I'd trust to use it around though. Especially the more dangerous ones.

[immortalpoet]

Tch.

[She really does and he is NOT equipped for this.]

Ah. I'm assuming you're worried about Corrosion.

[ignoreher]

Is that what you call it? I guess that's pretty much what happens, so it's an apt name.

[ out to the nearby station... she'll pay for both tickets don't even worry about it. ]

Yeah. The lower threats I'm not too worried about, since even a new Agent could handle those breaches without too much injury, it's HE and above. You won't have to do much besides knock me out though if it comes to it.

[ absolutely normal convo ]

[immortalpoet]

[So dutiful...senpai knows the way..........]

....Hm. You have that kind of power? You're like a wolf in sheep's clothing, Miss Weiss.

[ignoreher]

Like I said: Ishmael's got a good intuition. You should listen to her every now and then.

[ but people used to living in a kind of fear, helplessness, ever-watchfulness of those above them have a good sense for danger. her "friend" that woke from the library probably had stories to tell, too.

it's kind of funny being called a wolf in sheep's clothing actually. it's not something she'd ever thought would apply to her, but it's not false in the least: it just sort of... feels bad. ]

But it's a little mean to call me that when I'm being so upfront about it. A wolf would wait 'til the sheep is close to bare her fangs, right?

[immortalpoet]

With her experience, I suppose she's more attentive than several others of her fellow Sinners.

[He WOULD put more stock into her observations than some of the others, that's for sure.]

[He huffs at her saying he's mean - yes, of course he is, as used as he is to saying such blunt things like a layer he needs to keep up.]

Maybe you have a point. But the fact is, you've got a lot under the surface. I think its easy not to be careful around you.

[...]

[He remembers the touch, and looks away.]

[ignoreher]

I'll take that as a compliment and not a cautionary tale.

[ she plays with her hair a little, twirling it around her finger, and follows the line of people stepping onto the next shuttle. it's crowded as you'd expect the after work rush to be, so he's a little too close (she's a little too close) but there's nothing to be done about it, humans shifting until they're comfortable with the anomaly hidden among them.

malkuth can reach the rung above her, sure, but it's not comfortable. source: me. she'll end up just trusting the people around her like a boat on the sea but she's going to try, dammit. ]

So, Mr. Gaze, made any friendly acquaintances?

[immortalpoet]

Do you want it to be a cautionary tale?

[Ah, the shuttle. A place to always get one's best daily dissociation in. However, this time he's not on his lonesome, so even as much as he wants to drift off into the fog of his own thoughts, he is keeping an eye on her.]

[......She IS stretching pretty high for that rung, huh. (He's practically to the ceiling, having to hunch down a bit to prevent his head from hitting it.)]

Met some people. There's some real weirdos out there.

[ignoreher]

[ does she? not really. but her whole life is a cautionary tale to some people, and she can't stop them from thinking so. especially in the city itself. their whole research group wore wax wings and looked blindingly into the sun. ]

Who's been your favorite?

[ as if he could have them. ]

[immortalpoet]

[No answer. Honestly, he expected that. It feels like to some people here, that's all they will be.]

[The shuttle lurches a little - he reaches out to her shoulder to prevent him from bumping into her. He withdraws it soon after.]

...The man named after a season was vaguely amusing, I guess.

[ignoreher]

[ this, at least, is preferable to the WARP trains, even if it means she gets jostled and touched, briefly, to be steadied or avoided. the tales she's read give a vibrant picture without ever having stepped foot on one herself.

still, whether it's just reflex or him really looking out for her (you get used to some people over time / it's easy to not be careful around her), it's progress in a way and she smiles up at him. ]

Winter? March says it's annoying that he knows he's pretty, but I don't think he's that good looking. I haven't met him yet otherwise.

[ now she really wants to... "vaguely amusing". maybe she'll seek him out and see what's all the hubbub. ]

And your least?

[immortalpoet]

He's fine. Not especially hard on the eyes.

[Such a glowing amazing compliment over here. Not especially hard! Sing more of your praises, Vergilius!]

[The next question makes his eyebrows knit together, because oh, he definitely has an answer. He practically growls his answer out.]

The practical joker who thought it was fun to prank me with his abilities.

[ignoreher]

[ okay this one she can't guess. ]

Who'd dare to mess with you [ besides her ], Mr. Red Gaze?

[immortalpoet]

Never got his name. Some man with black hair and a smug smile.

[FUCK U AND YOUR CHOCOLATE JENGA MAGIC MISTER KAITO]

[ignoreher]

I can think of like, three guys with that exact description.

[ hm... ]

What stood out about him?

[immortalpoet]

Why do you want to know?

[He lets out a gruff little noise.]

Going to go give him a scolding to protect my dignity?

[ignoreher]

If you didn't kill him on the spot, he's not worth scolding. I'd love to ask him how he ruffled your feathers.

[ that's just fun. anyway, she seems pleased for some reason besides that, shifting closer to let others pass as the train slows for the first stop of many and then stepping back once they've all shuffled out.

... her arm's getting tired already. she'll preserve. ]

Obviously my favorite person is March, but I've met a lot of others I like too... I can't really name any least favorites actually. No bad first impressions, I guess.

[immortalpoet]

Now I definitely won't tell you about him. I'm not giving him ammunition.

[There's that twitch of his hand at his side as she steps close, as to pull her in to prevent her from being trampled, but he refrains.]

March...ah. You two are peas in a pod. Cut from the same cloth. I could go on. They really breed overly friendly busybodies at some kind of factory, huh.

[ignoreher]

[ good thing too since her and kaito are also peas in a pod. ]

I'd never tell someone my secrets of handling you, Mr. Gaze. They're for my eyes only.

[ coward. hold her close see what happens. ]

I think we're the only ones like that, actually! You've just had the fortune of meeting us both. Most people I've met are more like Ishmael, which I don't really mind... but it's nice to be around someone and know they're enjoying your company.

[immortalpoet]

Handling me? What am I, a wild horse you're trying to tame?

[MALKUTH.....HORSE GIRL.........]

Mm. I guess if you need the reassurance. It doesn't matter to me, anyways. People will cozy up to you to get what they want.

[So he doesn't put much trust in that.]

[Not anymore.]

[ignoreher]

You sure feel like it

[ april fools......

though. on the topic of wanting something. they... argued about that, didn't they? or she got offended about it... kind of fuzzy. ]

What do you think I want for all my trouble with you, then? If anything.

[ stop questioning this, she'd said, frustrated and drunk, looking up at him with the same bright eyes. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Why do I need to want anything? You really can't imagine someone might want to get to know you because they're interested? Just because they want to, not because they want something from you?]

[Unlike her, the words ring out clear in his head. He never really was able to answer that directly, too distracted by the words she used after. Roland's words.]

[He opens his mouth, closes it.]

[He turns his gaze away.]

I should ask you that, I suppose. [...] I don't know.

[ignoreher]

I'm interested in you.

[ simple as that. ]

In who you are, what made you this way, what you want to do in the future -- all of that and more. I'm not expecting anything out of this, Vergilius.

[ just. she likes to get to know people, now that she has the chance. ]