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]

Off the network and without a specifically notable quality to get past the volume issue, Ilde doesn't really hear Ivan; he blends into the muted sounds of the rest of the evening that are rather oddly like trying to listen through water. (And then, conversely, she hears much better when she's submerged. Funny trick of certain fairies.)

She's more easily recognizable, though, familiar illusion in place as she stands slightly off to the side, waiting to buy a modestly sized locking wooden box.