I don't exist

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ivan and Ilde Decima
What: in-person meeting and comparing notes
Where: out and about in the Brock Marsh area
When: Veerdi, early evening
Notes: If anyone feels a burning need to run into Ivan pre-Ilde, feel free, but brace for possible trolling.
Warnings: They are both terrible people.

Since the militia's raid, Ivan has mainly been cautiously exploring his new city. He's not quite sure yet precisely what he intends to do; he'll get bored eventually, he'll need to do something, but in the meanwhile, he's gathering information and blending in without much effort.

He's looking at some of the new inventions in a curiosity shop in Brock Marsh, and though Ilde has never seen his face, she could very well recognize his voice as he asks the shop keeper a question, clipped English with a deceptive hint of Wales and no hint of Russia at all.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

"Quieter is quieter." That's admittedly difficult to dispute. "What do you want the world to be?"

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan considers, for a moment, honestly. "Interesting," he settles on, ultimately.

[rhinemaid]

Interesting isn't the worst thing the world could be.

"Is it?"

[deservesadaisy]

"Sometimes." He shrugs. "Less and less, but sometimes."

[rhinemaid]

"Not interesting enough to deign to involve yourself in it." Should she be speaking in the plural? Baedal is proof in and of itself that there isn't but one world out there to be interesting or not, but on the other hand, one can only be in one world at a time, and so probably only one actually matters. It's just that which one is currently a little bit interchangeable.

[deservesadaisy]

"I didn't involve myself much ever - that's just temperament, I suspect." Unless you count all the killing people, but he clearly doesn't.

"You sound well-involved back where you're from, though."

[rhinemaid]

"Yes," she grants, after a slight pause. "I guess I am."

Whither goest Sonja, etc.

[deservesadaisy]

He shrugs. "One does as one feels one must, I suppose. Do you find it satisfying? Involvement. Or was it never really a choice for you?" He had no doubt it was, but it might not have seemed one to her.

[rhinemaid]

"It was a choice." And that is what she takes satisfaction in; in that moment when she made that decision, it had been the first time she'd felt so clearly and certainly that this was her choice and she was making it for herself. She's never questioned it since, and it never occurs to her to think about what part her instinctive devotion to the woman who rescued her plays in that.

Having choices to make had been oddly startling, and it's important to her to keep a grip on that. To have and claim agency and to be participating in her own life. For better or worse, she's digging her nails into her own existence.

"It was the right choice."

[deservesadaisy]

"It's nice, when that's clear." He's not patronizing her - his large choices, mostly, have been ones that he hasn't regretted. Or at least that he hasn't regretted entirely.

[rhinemaid]

"I like things to have clarity." Sometimes this is much, much harder than others - and Ilde has a little more trouble with it than some.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan considers this. "What sort of clarity?"

[rhinemaid]

"The clear sort?" she hazards, raising an eyebrow. "I just like to know things." What she's doing and why, for example; what other people are doing (and why) is another favourite.

[deservesadaisy]

"You like to understand," he returns, making sure he's followed.

[rhinemaid]

"Yes- that's right." People are fascinating, and figuring out what makes them tick is useful as well as engaging. It's not as easy as it used to be, but she thinks she still has a knack - she certainly still tries. "Don't you?"

[deservesadaisy]

"I do," he allows, "it's just not something I've found many people have the patience for." Or the observational skills - or the urge to attempt it.

[rhinemaid]

"I've always been patient." If she hadn't been before Prometheus - and, well, she was - then she's certain it would've done the trick. (Or she wouldn't have made it out, maybe; sometimes it's hard to look around her and believe that she has. Sometimes she wakes up and for a moment-) "It's a virtue, you know."

[deservesadaisy]

He smiles, opaque. "So they say, yes. It's certainly useful."

[rhinemaid]

"It's just a matter of knowing what you're waiting for." She isn't always entirely sure.

[deservesadaisy]

"At least when you finally see it, if not before." Ivan has finished his cigarette, and while he'd like to continue to talk to Ilde, he feels he's not inclined to overstay his welcome.

He stands. "I wish you luck, then. With clarity and knowing what you're waiting for."

[rhinemaid]

"Thank you." Ilde studies him for a moment, and then in farewell, "Good luck not getting yourself killed, Ivan."

She'll start heading home in a while. It's comfortable here, for now.

[deservesadaisy]

He smiles wryly at that. "Good luck finding a way back," he returns, and his tone aside, it's fairly genuine. He turns to slip back into the city, finding another way to amuse himself.