I appreciate the offer, and if I discover anything I need I'll let you know.
Is there anything you're expecting of me, this month? I understand wardens all have their own ways of doing things and, being new, I'm still getting used to all of this.
I think mostly what I like to do is see if we have anything in common- worlds or hobbies or anything like that - and maybe get to know each other over a drink or a game.
My cabin is a tad small, I'm afraid. I'd be happy to meet in your cabin or one of the public areas of the ship. My previous warden had a fondness for the bar.
[ not to meet Elias in, though he won't clarify that. but that's where Elias ended up finding him to chat quite often. ]
[Rather than the door opening up into the hall, it disappears into the ceiling as Zagreus - barefoot, toga-wearing, Greek god, awkwardly grinning Zagreus - opens his cabin up for Elias.
It's a small room, made smaller by the amount of teenage boy crap that litters every inch of it, but it makes up for it by having ridiculously tall ceilings. As if people twice Zagreus' height needed to walk through it. There's another passage leading to a small training area beyond his immediate room but apart from that, this is all Zagreus' worldly possessions stuffed into a rectangular box.
[ Once again Elias has to choke down the response he feels on seeing any Warden's room. Jealousy and indignation that he is stuck in a shoe closet while others have-- this.
But his smile seems genuine as he greets his new Warden. ]
I am, yes. You must be Zagreus. It's a pleasure to meet you properly for the first time.
Not if I can help it, as a rule. It's been bred into me as a member of the British Upper Class that actual violence should be beneath me, and I haven't shaken the objection yet.
[ this is-- technically true, though he's very ready to get his hands bloody should the situation arise ]
Don't worry. I'm aware that the class I was born into can be patently ridiculous about certain things. You're clearly from a much more warlike place and time than I am.
[ he's eyeing up the weapons actually, as if very curious about them all.
which he is. he works in the kitchens and can't even get a knife out, and here are all these lovely sharp implements... ]
Well, it's not so much war exactly. I do have a cousin! Who's, uh, the god of war, technically, but where I come from, if you don't fight, well, you're hardly considered much of a person at all, are you? You can be condemned for not fighting.
[Zagreus follows Elias' gaze, and gives a grin when he sees where he's looking. There are six weapons in total; a sword, a spiked shield, a spear, two spiked boxing gloves, a bow, and inexplicably, a strange-looking gun]
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Is there anything you're expecting of me, this month? I understand wardens all have their own ways of doing things and, being new, I'm still getting used to all of this.
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Nothing formal or anything, I’m no good at that.
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[ if you count "three months" as a while, then it's not a lie ]
I am at your disposal, of course. Other than my evening shifts in the kitchen I have few obligations on me here.
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[ not to meet Elias in, though he won't clarify that. but that's where Elias ended up finding him to chat quite often. ]
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Anyway. Please, stop by! I'm in room six on level four.
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Yes, we're actually neighbours; I'm in cabin eight. I'll be along shortly if that suits?
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[ and he's there shortly after. stunned to find that the door is solid stone and not just stone-looking. he makes sure he knocks quite hard. ]
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It's a small room, made smaller by the amount of teenage boy crap that litters every inch of it, but it makes up for it by having ridiculously tall ceilings. As if people twice Zagreus' height needed to walk through it. There's another passage leading to a small training area beyond his immediate room but apart from that, this is all Zagreus' worldly possessions stuffed into a rectangular box.
There seem to be a LOT of weapons]
Hello, sir! You must be Elias!
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But his smile seems genuine as he greets his new Warden. ]
I am, yes. You must be Zagreus. It's a pleasure to meet you properly for the first time.
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[He steps aside to let in Elias, bouncing a bit on his bare and flaming heels]
I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to ask the Admiral yet for cards. Maybe we can find something else in here you're interested in?
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[ his tone is a shade judgemental. ]
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Do you fight at all?
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Not if I can help it, as a rule. It's been bred into me as a member of the British Upper Class that actual violence should be beneath me, and I haven't shaken the objection yet.
[ this is-- technically true, though he's very ready to get his hands bloody should the situation arise ]
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Oh.
....Huh.
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[ he's eyeing up the weapons actually, as if very curious about them all.
which he is. he works in the kitchens and can't even get a knife out, and here are all these lovely sharp implements... ]
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[Zagreus follows Elias' gaze, and gives a grin when he sees where he's looking. There are six weapons in total; a sword, a spiked shield, a spear, two spiked boxing gloves, a bow, and inexplicably, a strange-looking gun]
Which one do you like?
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but for the time being he approaches the spiked boxing gloves. ]
I see the purpose behind them, but it does seem rather... much.
[ he doesn't sound disapproving. just curious. ]
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