( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

[synergismus]

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What: Events around the city, any time.
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Notes:

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Warnings: Zombie horrors in the appropriately titled ZOMBIES! thread, otherwise TBA. Please put warnings in subject lines of your comments if content warrants one.

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[payglorytoashes]

His initial response would seem to indicate the former, in the British tendency to misdirected understatement: "Passingly."

But aware that one word replies are not considered acceptable by polite society (and he is not yet aware that neither of them have to follow those rules, since neither of them give a flying fuck about them), Rodolphus lowers his eyes again to make eye contact.

"Of course, they are not 'my' stars." As if, his voice implies, the light reaching people's eyes from so far away that the star may be dead by now could belong to anyone, but you know what I mean. "But I do not miss them."

[thiswaycomes]

One eyebrow raises along with a nearly imperceptible lift of her shoulders, a shrug coming from someone who doesn't care enough to complete the gesture.

"I find myself in agreement on both counts." She doesn't miss her own universe, not in the sentimental way. She wants to be back there because it's where she belongs, but that's a tactical assessment, not some yearning from her pair of hearts.

"I thought I would come anyway. I thought I might at least learn something about this place."

[payglorytoashes]

Having run the gamut of his capacity to do the polite society thing, Rodolphus nods in agreement. He feels exactly the same way, so there's no reason to repeat it, right? Of all the burdens of polite conversation, it's the groping he hates the most. It seems you can have a stock of the correct answers, yet never truly be prepared for every interaction. Of course, he could try having a real conversation. She seems somewhat open to that, and if she were not (he thinks, unrepentant as only boring people who know they're boring can be) she shouldn't have said anything.

"It is not a place which yields knowledge," he says after a moment of careful assessment. "It yields mostly theater. Beautiful theater, such as this." He indicates the sky. "Yet what can we possibly learn from it? Our position in the universe, or in relation to other galaxies? It is only a different kind of Fog."

[thiswaycomes]

"And yet," she says, surveying the crowd with a disinterested gaze, "so many are taken with it. They allow it in such number that they must want it. I suppose for many it's an easier alternative to thinking for themselves."

She gazes back up at the shooting stars, magnified above their heads. "How wonderful," she muses, drily, "for the city that so much of its kidnapped populace feels that way." It must work wonders for control and for keeping them under whomever's thumb.

[payglorytoashes]

"Of course they want it," he says, calm in the irony of his circular reasoning as he looks back up, "it's beautiful."

And maybe he's talking about more than Baedal here; maybe there are one or two stars he misses from this sky. It is easy to ignore, however, as was his intention and as probably suits the Rani's social intuition. What's left of the cocoa is tepid. He tastes it on a whim, and it tastes exactly like tepid free cocoa.

"Let them." Rodolphus concludes with a shrug. Who am I to know better? The Rani must have a different perspective, but he hardly suspects how different.

[thiswaycomes]

She supposes there's a sense to it--and it's not as if she hasn't held a populace under her thumb, relying on their interests elsewhere, on misdirection. But it chafes now that she's under the thumb, not the one pressing down.

She lets his remark about beauty go; it seems easy enough to do so, he doesn't seem to be anticipating a response. And honestly, it's easier than getting into why she finds beauty useless, especially in a place where so many have come to lose themselves in that idea.

"I'm the Rani," she offers, finally, one concession to the rules of interaction.

[payglorytoashes]

He looks back at her again with an expression of mild interest which has to do with his finally sensing they seem to be on the same page in regard to polite interaction. There's nothing he could really point to in her manner that would support that conclusion; it could even be wishful thinking on his part. Yet he feels it's acceptable to return the name and not offer any other normally obligatory gesture.

"Rodolphus Lestrange," he answers. Rani sounds a title, but he has no official title to give her in response. Nothing he'd care to claim here, anyway, apart from 'Hellsing agent', which he deems unnecessary for now.

[thiswaycomes]

She nods, giving him a cursory glance in response to his name, then filing it away mentally. She doesn't try to shake his hand, or offer any of those empty pleasantries like how nice to meet you. And it pleases her that he doesn't seem to require them.

"How do you make your living here?" And even that's not polite conversation; she finds it beneficial to know what people do, how they might be of use to her.

[payglorytoashes]

"I work for a guild." Not everybody is a fan of Hellsing, but he will answer if she presses. "And you?"

This question is only polite seeming. Rodolphus is genuinely curious. 'What do you do' is almost always a much more interesting answer in Baedal than it is elsewhere.

[thiswaycomes]

"I work for myself." It may sound rather more self-important than the standard answer to that question, but it's true. "I'm a scientist--I study many areas but my specialty is in neurochemistry and neurobiology. I contract with interested parties for products. It's serving me well so far in the city.