Private Conversations with the Lady
Jan. 5th, 2020 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulspice[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:11 am (UTC)Really, you're better off if he decides he likes you. Because the alternative is much worse.
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:17 am (UTC)It'd be so much easier if I could just stab him and be done with it.
[Because, judging by that, Dazai has already decided to be infuriating. Maybe he decided that right from the start.
And he's doing it real well]
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:21 am (UTC)Have you seen all his bandages? Stabbing just makes him stronger.
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:40 am (UTC)[Ah, she's almost done with her vodka and cake. She sure started drinking and eating all that without second thought once she got going, apparently]
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Date: 2020-01-23 01:43 am (UTC)His own glass is only half-empty, but he is drinking from it rather steadily. He's just better with his liquid courage.]
He hasn't been poisoned yet, and he's been the target of attempts many times in the past.
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Date: 2020-01-23 03:36 am (UTC)[Ah, what a day, what a day this is. Just sitting around, drinking vooooodka...yeah, apparently she really wasn't used to the stronger kind of liquors. Lightweight, this one]
Bunch of--incompetents, not being able to poison him. They just don't know how to do it right.
cw: talk of suicide
Date: 2020-01-23 05:31 pm (UTC)Of course not, anyone who knows their poisons would have offed him immediately.
Of course, he wants to die, and giving him what he wants would probably be more infuriating than anything else.