You talk about it like it's a fucking job interview. 'Hello, my name is Elias, I'd like to apply for the position of Apocalypse Bringer. Prior qualifications? Well, I'm a stuck-up nobleman who's fond of murder but I don't like getting blood on my suits.'
No, such conversations aren't for everyone, I suppose. It was easier to know what would or wouldn't take someone's interests when-- well. No, I believe most people would prefer me not rifling through their mind for interesting topics of conversation.
[ he doesn't attempt to appear sorry, he knows trevor wouldn't believe it. but he makes his smile a little less enthused. ]
I will leave my door open for you, when you arrive.
Most people don't like others rifling through their minds regardless of who it is.
[He's already had Jon in there and hated it.]
Fine, yeah.
[He gives a quick nod goodbye and shuts the communicator off. Trevor is not pleased that the door is going to be open because it means a second chance for a murder conversation ambush, but twenty minutes later he's there with the milk, regardless]
[ if Tervor knocks he'll be invited in, and when he enters he'll find Elias is sitting writing at his desk. the room is small, with a plush and ornate carpet and walls covered in old-fashioned bookcases.
Elias looks up, then stands to greet him properly. ]
I haven't a fridge, so feel free to set it down wherever there's space. Not on any books or papers, if you don't mind.
[ that does narrow down the available surfaces, but there is space ]
[Trevor, the lone non-academic in a sea of them, picks his way through books and papers carefully and with learned practice. He rolls his eyes a little and finds a place for the milk bottle.]
You seem to be moving around all right, for a man who was dead.
[ whether it was meant as a compliment or not, elias takes it as one. he's trying very hard to make it seems like he's fine and not suffering the after-effects of death
so he responds with an almost genuine smile ]
I try my best, of course. And it is better than the alternative, off the Barge.
[Calm your shit, Elias, Trevor meant it as an observation and nothing more. He sees that smile and rolls his eyes, some of the tension easing out of him]
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Only the unlucky ones. Smoke inhalation would render most sleepers thoroughly unconscious.
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[His family's always been unlucky]
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[ the rest sounds about right, though he isn't noble. ]
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Look, I came here to make sure you were all right. You clearly are. I'll drop off some milk in about twenty minutes.
I don't have the energy, patience, or brain to go into circling conversations about murder that lead to nowhere.
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No, such conversations aren't for everyone, I suppose. It was easier to know what would or wouldn't take someone's interests when-- well. No, I believe most people would prefer me not rifling through their mind for interesting topics of conversation.
[ he doesn't attempt to appear sorry, he knows trevor wouldn't believe it. but he makes his smile a little less enthused. ]
I will leave my door open for you, when you arrive.
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[He's already had Jon in there and hated it.]
Fine, yeah.
[He gives a quick nod goodbye and shuts the communicator off. Trevor is not pleased that the door is going to be open because it means a second chance for a murder conversation ambush, but twenty minutes later he's there with the milk, regardless]
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Elias looks up, then stands to greet him properly. ]
I haven't a fridge, so feel free to set it down wherever there's space. Not on any books or papers, if you don't mind.
[ that does narrow down the available surfaces, but there is space ]
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You seem to be moving around all right, for a man who was dead.
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so he responds with an almost genuine smile ]
I try my best, of course. And it is better than the alternative, off the Barge.
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What are you working on so busily?
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[ you did just tell him off for making everything about fears and the like ]
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