[ my dude half-elves are a whole ass thing, they've got the points, they've got the magic, what on the great fucking wheel are you talking about. ]
Perhaps that is a difference between your plane and mine, [ she allows eventually, rather than call this polite but nervous-seeming man an idiot to his face. ] It's, I mean, I'm not injured in any way, and it's not as though the points serve any, any function.
[ other than mark a physical marker of her ancestry and past and hoo boy we're not getting bogged down in being capital a Alone in an unfamiliar plane, nope. blowing right past that emotional turmoil, onto something that surely can't be worse! ]
[He opens his mouth as if to answer her next question, and, realizing where he's put himself, has a full thought process first. Then:]
One of... significant loss, and subjugation. I'm not really the right person to tell you about it. [on account of not being an elf, mostly, but there are Other Reasons]
--I'd be glad to introduce you to someone who could do a better job of it, though.
[ what the hells kind of topsy turvy world is this, even, elves subjugated?? much reading and research to be done, goodness. ]
I would be very glad for the introduction, then. So, we've covered elves and fairy tales—is there anything else I need to know with immediacy, to avoid making an arse of myself?
we were recently attacked. As you may have noticed by our facilities being in some state of... disrepair. It's fair to say we're all still rather sore about that.
[FAIR]
You don't seem the type to joke lightly about misfortunes, so I imagine you'll be all right.
Not intentionally. Rifters arrive out of sorts, in a new place, grasping for some kind of familiarity. People say things without thinking first, on both sides.
[such is life]
But I don't imagine that'll be a problem on your end. Do you have any other questions to get you settled in?
Many, [ questions, ] but they can probably all wait, I'm sure you have more important things to do than answer a few hundred questions about your home. I can fend for myself otherwise.
[ she gives what is hopefully a reassuring and grateful smile, but then, a thought: ]
Oh, for sleeping arrangements, is there... I've seen tents, do I get one?
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[ um. ] I... wasn't aware that was the case.
[ my dude half-elves are a whole ass thing, they've got the points, they've got the magic, what on the great fucking wheel are you talking about. ]
Perhaps that is a difference between your plane and mine, [ she allows eventually, rather than call this polite but nervous-seeming man an idiot to his face. ] It's, I mean, I'm not injured in any way, and it's not as though the points serve any, any function.
[ other than mark a physical marker of her ancestry and past and hoo boy we're not getting bogged down in being capital a Alone in an unfamiliar plane, nope. blowing right past that emotional turmoil, onto something that surely can't be worse! ]
A, erm. A complicated history, you said?
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Perhaps, [he says weakly, quickly adding,] I'm glad you're not injured.
[He opens his mouth as if to answer her next question, and, realizing where he's put himself, has a full thought process first. Then:]
One of... significant loss, and subjugation. I'm not really the right person to tell you about it. [on account of not being an elf, mostly, but there are Other Reasons]
--I'd be glad to introduce you to someone who could do a better job of it, though.
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[ what the hells kind of topsy turvy world is this, even, elves subjugated?? much reading and research to be done, goodness. ]
I would be very glad for the introduction, then. So, we've covered elves and fairy tales—is there anything else I need to know with immediacy, to avoid making an arse of myself?
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[he thinks,]
we were recently attacked. As you may have noticed by our facilities being in some state of... disrepair. It's fair to say we're all still rather sore about that.
[FAIR]
You don't seem the type to joke lightly about misfortunes, so I imagine you'll be all right.
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—ah. [ taken aback, ] No, I didn't plan on making light of your collective tragedy.
[ she might have wondered if this was a purposeful aesthetic, but she wouldn't have asked.
probably. ]
Have people done that? Made light of the destruction of your home?
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[such is life]
But I don't imagine that'll be a problem on your end. Do you have any other questions to get you settled in?
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Many, [ questions, ] but they can probably all wait, I'm sure you have more important things to do than answer a few hundred questions about your home. I can fend for myself otherwise.
[ she gives what is hopefully a reassuring and grateful smile, but then, a thought: ]
Oh, for sleeping arrangements, is there... I've seen tents, do I get one?
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[Her question about the tents gives him pause, and he falls silent a moment, thinking it over.]
You'll probably be placed in an empty spot, since we haven't got enough for everyone to be alone. You might... want to ask if anyone's got space.
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[ hmm. she's not averse outright to bunking with a stranger, but... perhaps before that she can see what other options she has.
regardless, she aims a smile and a little wave at benedict, happy to free him to get back to wherever else he must be needed. ]
I'll look into that. Thank you for the welcome, Messere Benedict.
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[a little wave back,]
Good luck settling in. Shout if you need anything.