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]

"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.