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?]
Week 1, Monday
Date: 2020-01-06 05:20 pm (UTC)I have a proposition for you, actually. While you have leveled the playing field with unique powers, I still possess skills and interests you might be able to make use of.
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:23 pm (UTC)Now this is bound to be interesting! I'm aware of your skills, but I wonder how you'll pitch your skills to me.
[She's listening!]
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:29 pm (UTC)Please excuse the interruption. Are you available for the discussion we planned previously?
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:32 pm (UTC)[She shakes her head]
You are trying to figure out how my abilities are similar to the kind of powers you're familiar with, aren't you?
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:44 pm (UTC)[So yes, he is.]
If you already know all about me, then you should know about the other from my world you have brought here and how strange it is for any power to affect him in particular.
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:51 pm (UTC)[She leans back, a self-satisfied smile on her face]
Tell me, do you have any theories about my abilities? I love when people try to use their intellect. Don't worry, I won't throw you into a pit if you turn out to be mistaken.
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:04 pm (UTC)[:|]
I don't have any theories yet. I'm still gathering information. A theory without information to back it up is just a guess, and guesses can be wrong. Most are, in fact.
But if you find entertainment in guesses, then I will give you one: you took my power away to keep your secrets from being revealed.
1/2
Date: 2020-01-06 06:16 pm (UTC)Wonderful...
Do you know, then, how trophy hunters used to have furniture made from their prey? Not just rugs or mounts, but functional pieces such as an elephant's foot made into a ottoman, or the legs of a deer holding up a coffee table.
Wouldn't you like something similar decorating that castle you're staying in? My work could definitely liven up the place, intimidate your enemies, and most importantly...
2/2 CW. Body horror from here on out.
Date: 2020-01-06 06:19 pm (UTC)[Do you see where he's going with this?!]
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:22 pm (UTC)[The familiar voice of Dist is at the door, and if the Lady looks up she'll see that he's partially soaked, his flower collar drooping down from being rained on. He looks pretty pathetic, really.
He takes a moment to look around before the Lady answers him. This sure is the office of a similar mind to his own. That machine is particularly interesting...]
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:32 pm (UTC)[The Lady seems to think twice about what she says, before finally replying]
Truly, it would have been quite inconvenient to let you find more than you should. Spies and informants are better when they're on my side, but they're so inconvenient when they're against me...
[And Ango's power could have given him an edge over her. She'd have never tolerated such a thing]
Of course I'm not telling you if you're right or wrong, but you're not mistaken in that we'd have taken that power of yours away no matter what.
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:33 pm (UTC)Make sure you're dry before coming in.
[You're welcome to look at her stuff but don't touch!]
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:39 pm (UTC)I don't suppose this dismal town has umbrella? I wouldn't be in this situation otherwise.
[How dare rain exist to inconvenience him!!
He'll take a seat if there's an extra chair to do so, otherwise he'll approach the machine to get a better look while they talk.]
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Date: 2020-01-06 06:49 pm (UTC)[He's not going to deny his occupation, it seems like she knows way too much to play stupid.]
The replacement power I was given is sorely lacking, though. It seems more suited for manipulation than spy work, and I'm not that good at manipulating others.
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Date: 2020-01-06 07:38 pm (UTC)Tempting, but no.
[Using the corpses of her enemies to decorate her castle is too much even for her -- she considers herself above that, haha]
But who am I to get in the way of your artistry? If you want to use bodies for any project, go ahead. I just ask you to leave the heads alone.
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Date: 2020-01-06 07:40 pm (UTC)[There's an umbrella behind her chair, visible to Dist. The Lady didn't even glance towards it -- clearly she doesn't intend to share, what a jerk]
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Date: 2020-01-06 07:42 pm (UTC)[Hm!]
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Date: 2020-01-06 08:06 pm (UTC)But an answer's an answer, even if it doesn't help him right now. He lets out an irritated huff before moving onto the next subject.]
I came because I want to know why you've decided to cut power to the entire town except for when it is convenient for you. It is incredibly obnoxious to survive on candles alone.
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Date: 2020-01-06 08:24 pm (UTC)Ugh, I know! I'm not any happier having only the bare minimum electricity around!
[Apparently she has just as many electric problems as them. The Lady waves at her attempt to make a generator -- attempt being the keyword, it's clearly incomplete]
Not even I, with my incredible level of skill, was able to make a reliable generator. It's maddening!
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Date: 2020-01-06 08:37 pm (UTC)[ raven also brings in two cups of milk tea. one for herself, and one for the lady. she sets the lady's down on her desk, positioned in front of her but far enough to not interrupt her work any further. ]
Rean made tea for all of us, so compliments to the tea connoisseur. Now...
[ raven, completely unfazed by all of the excessive decor, sits on the couch. ]
Let's talk.
Week 1: Monday
Date: 2020-01-06 08:40 pm (UTC)There's a beat and then a smile is plastered on his face as he steps closer. His shoes are wet just like everything else about him thanks to the all the storms. ]
Is there mud on my shoes? Whoops. I didn't mean to drag it in~
[ He moves in closer to get a peek at what she might be writing or drawing. What's up, gurl? ]
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Date: 2020-01-06 08:50 pm (UTC)Ah, so that's what that is. I was going to ask...
[As he studies it, he finds himself grappling with a decision. He could probably get this in working order even without fonons, but...that would mean he'd be assisting the Lady by proxy. Does he prioritize pettiness over self-gain?
He puts that thought on the backburner for a moment.]
If it wasn't intentional, have you at least determined the cause? There has to be a power plant or some sort of source for powering the entire town to look into.
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Date: 2020-01-06 11:20 pm (UTC)Unlucky? Why? Were these powers given out randomly?
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Date: 2020-01-07 01:01 am (UTC)[She's glad to have tea, but she's taking the cup and giving it a rather deep look like she expected it to be poisoned, or at the very least find a lizard in it or something. She's decently paranoid, clearly]
So, what do you have in mind? Complaints, suggestions, requests for flamethrowers, what is it?
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Date: 2020-01-07 01:05 am (UTC)Other pieces of paper on the desk depict complicated devices, while others show...the fax machine, a cellphone, and the subway]
Sure you didn't. Spiteful, all of you. As if a little blood-spilling is that much of a burden.