[ Once they enter the library, they will find a familiar red sitting at one of the many grand tables. Settled on it is a data pad, left unused, with various books and actual physical journals as the Senior Crew member pours over it writing away.
Beside them is a staff set against the table, with a small bag placed against a stack of books. Though their helmet is off to join their things, there is still a hood pulled over that's seen as their head raises. With their helmet not there, the warmth in their voice is clear. ]
Ah you've arrived. I hope you do not mind my library choice, my friend.
Of course. A lot of my reading ends up being paperwork for the majority of it, though I am no stranger to indulging in ancient tomes out of interest. [ A wave of their hand. ] But never mind that, here take a seat. Would you care for some tea?
Normally I try to have a pot of coffee available as well but I got a bit too distracted with my paperwork.
[ Shame on Metis... though he laughs a little. ]
No, it is not. Though there's some sugar set aside if you need a bit of sweetener. [ Anyway, they will pour him a cup of Darjeeling tea. ] I hope your start of this week is a bit better than the previous one?
One will not always like the answers they find. The shards back home were quite different from one another to a sense, and each world their own problems...
So I am willing to listen and learn. However, if you think it best not to answer, I will respect your decision. [ It is spoken lightly, nonjudgmental. ]
...well, for starters, the City's run by a group of corporations called Wings. They hold all the power, right underneath the Head. Every one of 'em oversees a District, and inside that District is their Nest; if you can make it into one, or you're born there, then you're under that Wing's protection. But if you live outside a Nest, in the Backstreets...
The Backstreets fend for themselves. Syndicates grabbing turf and taking over, Sweepers running through every night. You can still manage to make a living out there, but in some places, you've gotta be luckier to survive.
Already it brings a sense of one's own importance dependent on where they are born.
[ There are cities, so many places like that and it brings a frown on their face. To distinguish between those who they deem "unfortunate" and "fortunate." No it isn't new but it is never a good sight. ]
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Beside them is a staff set against the table, with a small bag placed against a stack of books. Though their helmet is off to join their things, there is still a hood pulled over that's seen as their head raises. With their helmet not there, the warmth in their voice is clear. ]
Ah you've arrived. I hope you do not mind my library choice, my friend.
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Nah, not at all. I mean, I'm not usually the studying type, but that doesn't mean I don't read, yeah?
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Of course. A lot of my reading ends up being paperwork for the majority of it, though I am no stranger to indulging in ancient tomes out of interest. [ A wave of their hand. ] But never mind that, here take a seat. Would you care for some tea?
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[he's a coffee kind of man, but hey, tea's not bad.]
It's not sweetened, is it?
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[ Shame on Metis... though he laughs a little. ]
No, it is not. Though there's some sugar set aside if you need a bit of sweetener. [ Anyway, they will pour him a cup of Darjeeling tea. ] I hope your start of this week is a bit better than the previous one?
[ Transformation effect woes... ]
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[his memories are kind of traumatic but at least he's not a bug monster. so there's that.
he takes the cup, though, not bothering with any sweetener. he'll take it black.]
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[ Some gentle concern, frowning a bit in worry as they reach for their own cup. ]
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Though, I am admittedly a bit curious. What is the City like?
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So I am willing to listen and learn. However, if you think it best not to answer, I will respect your decision. [ It is spoken lightly, nonjudgmental. ]
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...well, for starters, the City's run by a group of corporations called Wings. They hold all the power, right underneath the Head. Every one of 'em oversees a District, and inside that District is their Nest; if you can make it into one, or you're born there, then you're under that Wing's protection. But if you live outside a Nest, in the Backstreets...
The Backstreets fend for themselves. Syndicates grabbing turf and taking over, Sweepers running through every night. You can still manage to make a living out there, but in some places, you've gotta be luckier to survive.
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[ There are cities, so many places like that and it brings a frown on their face. To distinguish between those who they deem "unfortunate" and "fortunate." No it isn't new but it is never a good sight. ]