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]

"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.