[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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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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