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maskormenace2017-09-04 03:16 pm
dreadinquisitor) wrote in maskormenace2017-09-04 03:16 pm
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[He wanted time to familiarize himself with this place. He needed to know if anyone else from the Inquisition had been brought across as well, and then to find them if they had. But first, he'd looked through the information they'd given him - the neat print on the strange white paper - and now, suddenly, Maxwell had a much more immediate, personal worry.
The video opens on his face; his expression a mixture of incredulity and concern.]
Hello. [It feels awkward, addressing nothing, but he pushes on.] My name is Maxwell and I have a question, and there doesn't seem to be anyone else to ask.
[The camera turns and fixes on a portion of the pages he'd been given. He points to a section, chases a sentence with his fingertip as he reads it aloud.] 'Bears will always find him.' [Then the feed swings back to him.]
Why would anyone want this? How many bears do you even have in this place, to hope to make this useful? And do they just-- roam about?[He glances away, as if one might have suddenly sneaked up on him, then back.] Are these abilities negotiable in any way?
The video opens on his face; his expression a mixture of incredulity and concern.]
Hello. [It feels awkward, addressing nothing, but he pushes on.] My name is Maxwell and I have a question, and there doesn't seem to be anyone else to ask.
[The camera turns and fixes on a portion of the pages he'd been given. He points to a section, chases a sentence with his fingertip as he reads it aloud.] 'Bears will always find him.' [Then the feed swings back to him.]
Why would anyone want this? How many bears do you even have in this place, to hope to make this useful? And do they just-- roam about?[He glances away, as if one might have suddenly sneaked up on him, then back.] Are these abilities negotiable in any way?
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I don't-- I know no Lavellan. No one ever-- [And why would they? It had been him, was him, they'd pulled from the Temple rubble. There had been no one else for them to know.]
Where is he? We should-- He should be here. I should talk to him.
[How, he could even begin to imagine.]
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Miles shivers slightly. This is a new horror, even for this place. And surely it is no less horrifying for the man in front of him as it is for Miles, so he must not make this worse for Maxwell. ]
No, he's been gone for some time. We were close friends.
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He swallows. Takes a breath.]
I'm sorry, for your loss. If I cause any... [He trails off. How did he apologize for being what he was?
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No, no. It's been quite some time since he left. And in any case, it's an entirely unfair burden for me to lay at a new imPort's feet.
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Well... I imagine you were caught off guard as well. So, all's fair.
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[ All right Miles, pull it together. ]
Let me buy you a drink to make up for it.
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[ But he nods, pleased to have his invitation be accepted. ]
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Thank you, Mr.... [Then a blink.] I just realized, I don't know your name.
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Miles. Lord Ambassador Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, to be long about it, but I prefer Miles.
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Miles it is, then.
I'm in-- Nonah? [It means little to him, but he trusts Miles will know and where to find him.] When it suits you.
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Anyway, his smile warms. ]
So you're in my town to boot. The ambassador's office is downtown, so just stop by sometime.
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[He manages a small smile, a twitch of one corner of his lips.]
I will.
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