[His gaze drops toward the stool with the quiet uncertainty of having previously thought he was in control of the interaction-- also, how does she-- but, in proper Benedict fashion, he immediately caves and does as she says.
Balancing the board on his knee, he smiles up at Sennara again.]
I just wanted to see how you're settling in. And answer any questions you might have, actually.
[this isn't the first time his familial ties have been brought up to question his loyalties, but usually Benedict is at least expecting it. Maybe has a single solitary fucking idea of who he's talking to.]
Seheron. [ she reaches for the runic lighter, flicks it open over wire-end, waiting for the strands to heat ] And your friends? This Porthmeus, the Arany?
[The diminutive-- does that mean what he thinks it does?-- is enough to effectively pinion Benedict, and he sits there in increasingly anxious silence as he struggles to come up with something to say.]
--the only power I carry here is what my job entails. I'm no longer in touch with my family, and have no claim to my mother's status, connections, or seat in the Magisterium.
[being Just Some Guy rules actually, though he does miss his stuff.]
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Sennara?
[He flashes a charming smile and offers a little bow of greeting.]
Benedict Artemaeus, Riftwatch's Personnel Officer.
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[ Is maybe not the most reassuring thing to hear in an accent nearer Qunlat than Tevene. (Rare for Southerners to recognize that much —)
She peers over lenses, some twist of wire in tongs. A spare hand pushes the stool toward him. ]
Sit, [ She's not putting down her own work, ] You have questions?
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Balancing the board on his knee, he smiles up at Sennara again.]
I just wanted to see how you're settling in. And answer any questions you might have, actually.
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Benedict's eyes shift away, then back to Sennara. He nods.]
Do I-- sorry, do I know you?
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I. Like it here.
[this isn't the first time his familial ties have been brought up to question his loyalties, but usually Benedict is at least expecting it. Maybe has a single solitary fucking idea of who he's talking to.]
...where are you from, [he persists weakly.]
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...are you Qunari?
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Do not fret, little spot. There is agreement with your leaders.
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[ she prompts, helpful. the wire begins to gleam a ruddy orange. ]
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Acquaintances. [what he knows about them is none of her business.]
What brings you to Riftwatch?
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[He purses his lips.]
I see. So you're already in with Research, then?
[that makes his job easier,]
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[ — to be told the terms of this bargain. don't worry about that. ]
It is interesting choice, to put Altus over those new to Gallows.
[ she noticed the statues in the harbor. ]
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[a sigh huffed through his nose. damn it,]
--the only power I carry here is what my job entails. I'm no longer in touch with my family, and have no claim to my mother's status, connections, or seat in the Magisterium.
[being Just Some Guy rules actually, though he does miss his stuff.]
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I didn't say it was my whole personality.
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[ she twists the tongs over, clamps the end of the wire to fuse. a faint sizzle. ]
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[he pauses to look over his notes-- is there anything else he needs? he's got why she's here, what she's doing, with whom she's doing it,]
Have you got yourself set up with a room? A desk?
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You sleep here then?
[he has Had Enough]
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[ no. ]
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Do you need a room assignment?
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[He stands, tucking the board under his arm and bobbing a little bow-- there might be sarcasm in it, who can say?]
I won't take up any more of your time, then.
[this interaction cannot possibly end fast enough]
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