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- -- curatorialInsight [CI] began pestering pelagicAugustus [PA] at 15:28 --
- [03:29] -- curatorialInsight [CI] has been restricted to the mansion, which, you know, that's fair; she's probably just in the position she put everyone else she met in, right? So long as she can talk to the people inside the mansion, she's fine. --
- [03:30] -- curatorialInsight [CI] is, of course, not going to moderate /who/ inside the mansion she talks to. So when she sees someone /else/ inside the halls who is /distinctly more royal than normal/... --
- [03:30] -- curatorialInsight [CI] approaches him, hands inside her cloak. --
- [03:31] CI: Y(o)u're a sea-dweller, aren't y(o)u?
- [03:31] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] jumps a bit from the unexpected voice --
- [03:32] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] whirls around and whips out a trident-size fork --
- [03:32] -- curatorialInsight [CI] startles and pulls back, staring at the fork. --
- [03:32] CI: Um...
- [03:32] CI: I'm n(o)t dinner.
- [03:32] CI: Is that n(o)t (o)bvi(o)us?
- [03:33] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] , having assessed the situation more closely, puts away the fork and relaxes a bit --
- [03:33] PA: Sorry.
- [03:33] PA: Jumpy.
- [03:33] PA: But yes, I'm a seadweller. Was THAT not obvious?
- [03:33] CI: I didn't mean t(o) surprise y(o)u. I ap(o)l(o)gise.
- [03:33] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] flicks a fin --
- [03:33] CI: N(o), I've just... never seen (o)ne bef(o)re.
- [03:34] -- curatorialInsight [CI] takes a step closer, now the fork is out of the way, eyes on that fin. --
- [03:34] CI: Fascinating. H(o)w d(o)es that even w(o)rk?
- [03:36] PA: The...fin?
- [03:37] PA: It's just there. It lets me swim better? I guess?
- [03:37] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] is visibly puzzed at this weirdass troll --
- [03:37] CI: The entire physi(o)l(o)gy. Y(o)u breathe water, d(o)n't y(o)u? In additi(o)n t(o) air.
- [03:38] -- curatorialInsight [CI] takes another step closer, reaching up to try and touch that fin. --
- [03:39] PA: /smacks the hand away
- [03:39] PA: Chew are not to touch me.
- [03:40] -- curatorialInsight [CI] pulls her hand back, cradling it in the other, grimacing. --
- [03:41] CI: Ah. I ap(o)l(o)gise.
- [03:41] CI: I'm just curi(o)us.
- [03:45] PA: Hmph.
- [03:49] PA: But yes. We are amphiobious.
- [03:49] PA: And resistant to the pressures of deep sea water.
- [03:51] CI: And (o)f high status, c(o)rrect? I've read that the m(o)st fuschia child must fight the current empress in (o)rder t(o) take her place. D(o) y(o)u als(o) have a similar system with the rest (o)f y(o)u? The texts were, unf(o)rtunately, rather damaged.
- [03:52] PA: ...Read?
- [03:52] PA: Did chew not know this just from living.
- [03:53] -- curatorialInsight [CI] blinks, tilting her head as she looks at him. --
- [03:53] CI: N(o), I'm afraid n(o)t.
- [03:53] CI: There's s(o)me cultural gesture I'm missing here, I supp(o)se. I ap(o)l(o)gise. The texts were als(o) (o)utdated.
- [03:54] CI: W(o)uld b(o)wing be sufficient?
- [03:55] PA: You're uh
- [03:55] PA: Pretty weird.
- [03:55] PA: How can one person be this out of touch.
- [03:58] CI: I'm afraid I knew very few pe(o)ple gr(o)wing up. Unless y(o)u c(o)unt z(o)mbies. They're n(o)t very g(o)(o)d c(o)nversati(o)nalists.
- [03:58] CI: And then when I started t(o) meet them, they kept running away.
- [03:58] CI: It was very unreas(o)nable.
- [03:58] PA: /mutters "i can see why"
- [03:59] CI: S(o)rry, did y(o)u say s(o)mething?
- [04:00] PA: I said "how could they"
- [04:01] CI: I asked myself that same questi(o)n. But the s(o)rt (o)f pe(o)ple wh(o) t(o)(o)k my invitati(o)n were als(o) the s(o)rt (o)f pe(o)ple wh(o) c(o)uld escape the quarters I gave them easily.
- [04:02] CI: I was very sad ab(o)ut it all.
- [04:11] CI: My name is Marifa. What's y(o)ur name?
- [04:12] PA: C-Castor.
- [04:12] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] grabs her chin and pulls her eyes closer --
- [04:12] PA: Okay THAT'S what was bugging me.
- [04:12] CI: I supp(o)se we're n(o)t (o)n a 'first-name'--
- [04:13] -- curatorialInsight [CI] finds herself pulled in, and looks rather alarmed. --
- [04:13] PA: What color is your blood, Marifa?
- [04:13] CI: It's jade.
- [04:14] PA: Why aren't you on Alternia.
- [04:15] CI: That's a rather inv(o)lved questi(o)n, actually.
- [04:15] PA: I've got time.
- [04:15] CI: Y(o)u're making me nerv(o)us.
- [04:15] PA: Deal with it.
- [04:16] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] pulls out the dagger-size serrated fork --
- [04:17] PA: Now, Merifa. Medusa owning trolls is nothing new to me.
- [04:18] PA: So I know she wouldn't like it if I gravely injured you.
- [04:18] PA: This form however, isn't built for grave injuries.
- [04:19] -- curatorialInsight [CI] bites at the inside of her cheek, looking at something /other/ than Castor's eyes-- oh. Oh, yes, the fork will do just fine. The nervousness on her face gives way to actual fear. --
- [04:19] CI: U-um...
- [04:19] PA: How did you get here?
- [04:20] CI: Well, y(o)u see, (o)n a l(o)ng term scale, y(o)u see, my ancest(o)r ended up angering the regime at the time and s(o) her line and her sign was technically supp(o)sed t(o) have been eradicated but it's been a rather l(o)ng time since then s(o) I supp(o)se I slipped thr(o)ugh s(o)meh(o)w,
- [04:21] CI: And I grew up in her library but it was kind (o)f damaged s(o) a l(o)t (o)f things weren't really there any m(o)re,
- [04:21] CI: There were a /l(o)t/ (o)f damaged texts actually it's really incredibly sad actually,
- [04:22] CI: And there wasn't any(o)ne else ar(o)und because it was a desert and n(o) (o)ne really lives in the desert and there are z(o)mbies, l(o)ts (o)f z(o)mbies, s(o), um, I grew up with(o)ut really kn(o)wing any(o)ne, I s(o)rt (o)f taught myself everything,
- [04:22] PA: The only part of Alternia I care about right now is the part that let you on the ship.
- [04:22] CI: I'm getting t(o) that!
- [04:24] CI: I finally f(o)und s(o)me(o)ne and t(o)ld them t(o) bring (o)ther pe(o)ple there and pe(o)ple did eventually c(o)me and (o)ne (o)f them wasn't interested in b(o)(o)ks and just kind (o)f (o)verp(o)wered me and br(o)ught me back t(o) the regi(o)nal auth(o)rity and I was kept there until s(o)me(o)ne figured (o)ut what t(o) d(o) with me and then they figured it (o)ut I guess because I was put (o)nt(o)
- [04:24] CI: a ship and there I wasn't all(o)wed t(o) talk t(o) any(o)ne either and then I finally g(o)t here and n(o)w I can talk t(o) pe(o)ple s(o) I'm really quite happy. Um.
- [04:26] PA: Someone in the fleet is getting a talking to.
- [04:26] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] finally lets go of Marifa's face --
- [04:28] PA: Do chew ever leave the property?
- [04:28] -- curatorialInsight [CI] takes a few steps back, one hand coming out from under her cloak to rub at her jaw. --
- [04:29] CI: N(o) -- n(o), that's the arrangement. S(o)rt (o)f like my arrangements back at my (o)wn hive. I can r(o)am ar(o)und in here s(o) l(o)ng as I d(o)n't leave.
- [04:29] PA: Good. Okay. I'll have to talk to Medusa later.
- [04:30] PA: This has been...eye-opening. [puts away the fork and holds out his hand]
- [04:31] -- curatorialInsight [CI] hesitates for a moment, but she does take his hand. --
- [04:32] -- pelagicAugustus [PA] shakes a couple times, lets go and walks out --
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