[ While Claude has made no secret of his intentions of stamping out the Gnosia one way or another (he's hoping for another; if they can just put them out of commission and heal them one at a time, his heart will feel lighter for it), his home base is meant to be safe, secure. And so anyone who wants entry has to get through him in a neutral area first, one where he'd let the others, chiefly Ethlyn, know where he was going and who he was meeting with first.
This is where he meets Yuri, someone who he's aware is a deeply unfortunate newcomer to this increasingly awful place, armoured and geared up, a sword at his hip and his bow a looming presence upon his back. He hasn't figured out a good way of telling Gnosia from Human, and he's not certain if he ever will. All he has to rely on are his instincts, which isn't something he's happy about -- but if they don't work together, they'll really be doomed. ]
Yuri, isn't it? Claude von Riegan, at your service. [ He's missing his signature smirk. He thinks that whoever this man is, he'll forgive him for it. ] I've got a few questions for you, if you don't mind.
[Time and time again the world has proven to Yuri that someone out there in the cosmic universe has something against him. Bad luck just seems to follow him no matter where he goes — and turns out, it can traverse through worlds too. Just his luck that a mere few weeks after he ends up in this city-disguised prison, all hell seems to spontaneously break loose.
Yuri has always been a survivor though, and he’s been doing a great job keeping to himself and defending from any potential surprise attacks. But he can’t stay on the defensive for too long: if he has the ability to protect someone from dying to the Gnosia, then he better use it.
For now he needs some supplies, and probably a place where he can sharpen his sword. Word on the street is that there are some safe places where he could find exactly that, and maybe even more than just a line of defense. That’s why he’s in this meeting point, risking someone who’s potentially Gnosia to know who he is.]
That’s me. Nice to meet you too.
[He nods back, one hand holding the straps on his sheath. Don’t worry, Claude, he knows this isn’t exactly the situation to have a tea party. In fact, the sight of weaponry makes him feel more comfortable than anything, and not just for security reasons. The technology in this place is still strange to him, so it’s nice to see some familiar things every once in a while.]
Sure thing. But I hope you didn’t call me here just to ask for my favorite color.
[ There is no way of telling Gnosia from another person. That's just the way it is, around here. It's a little easier when you already know the person, to tell the different little ways in which they're acting odd, erratic, distressed, the way that they seem quick to anger, inclined to distrust. But this fellow is a complete stranger -- going out on a limb to meet him could be a mistake.
But as pragmatic as Claude believes himself to be, he's never going to be able to leave an innocent person behind just because it might save his skin. (He'll only leave an innocent person behind because it will definitely save his skin.) So instead he's here, deciding to trust in his gut, though his hand doesn't leave his sword, resting comfortably on the hilt.
In a way, he's glad to see that Yuri has his hand on his sword as well. That makes them even. If he were a Gnosia truly attempting to evade suspicion, he'd come with open arms. Suspicion is a good thing. ]
First things first: when your device first flashed your role at you, what did it say?
[Mind games and deception aren’t exactly Yuri’s cup of tea — it’s hard to figure out when someone is Gnosia or not when you cannot even base it on the merit of their character. However, while he has no patience of figuring out hidden motivations and the like, Yuri does trust his own intuition. Better to trust one’s gut instead of distrusting everyone you meet in your way. And if he does end up getting betrayed? Well, that’s what his sword is for.
Which is why he doesn’t bother second guessing on what to tell Claude.]
Guardian Angel. [He reveals it with a casual shrug.] And you?
[There’s no point in lying when they’re supposed to work together, but even Yuri knows there’s an advantage that comes with the role he is given: it’s not a role you want to fake when it places a large target on you. Guardian Angels are the only ones who stand a chance at deflecting a Gnosia’s instant kill after all. If the information given to him was speaking the truth, anyway.]
[ He'll be honest -- he sees no reason not to be; for all that it's a far greater threat to him to have others know, he's also disinterested in forging bonds and alliances on the basis of deception and artifice. Not when it comes to something like this, where all of them unafflicted by whatever madness has seized upon the hearts of the people of Aldrip, have nothing to rely on but their faith in each other.
Faith's never been one of Claude's strong suits. But he's working on it. ]
Have you worked your magic on anyone yet? And if you have... what did it feel like?
[ He still isn't ruling out that this fellow is one of the Gnosia. But there are some things that can't be faked -- and to Claude, one of those things is what it felt like to use the magic, strange and exhilirating and so utterly different from any of the meager spellcasting he'd learned back at the Academy. ]
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YURI
This is where he meets Yuri, someone who he's aware is a deeply unfortunate newcomer to this increasingly awful place, armoured and geared up, a sword at his hip and his bow a looming presence upon his back. He hasn't figured out a good way of telling Gnosia from Human, and he's not certain if he ever will. All he has to rely on are his instincts, which isn't something he's happy about -- but if they don't work together, they'll really be doomed. ]
Yuri, isn't it? Claude von Riegan, at your service. [ He's missing his signature smirk. He thinks that whoever this man is, he'll forgive him for it. ] I've got a few questions for you, if you don't mind.
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Yuri has always been a survivor though, and he’s been doing a great job keeping to himself and defending from any potential surprise attacks. But he can’t stay on the defensive for too long: if he has the ability to protect someone from dying to the Gnosia, then he better use it.
For now he needs some supplies, and probably a place where he can sharpen his sword. Word on the street is that there are some safe places where he could find exactly that, and maybe even more than just a line of defense. That’s why he’s in this meeting point, risking someone who’s potentially Gnosia to know who he is.]
That’s me. Nice to meet you too.
[He nods back, one hand holding the straps on his sheath. Don’t worry, Claude, he knows this isn’t exactly the situation to have a tea party. In fact, the sight of weaponry makes him feel more comfortable than anything, and not just for security reasons. The technology in this place is still strange to him, so it’s nice to see some familiar things every once in a while.]
Sure thing. But I hope you didn’t call me here just to ask for my favorite color.
no subject
[ There is no way of telling Gnosia from another person. That's just the way it is, around here. It's a little easier when you already know the person, to tell the different little ways in which they're acting odd, erratic, distressed, the way that they seem quick to anger, inclined to distrust. But this fellow is a complete stranger -- going out on a limb to meet him could be a mistake.
But as pragmatic as Claude believes himself to be, he's never going to be able to leave an innocent person behind just because it might save his skin. (He'll only leave an innocent person behind because it will definitely save his skin.) So instead he's here, deciding to trust in his gut, though his hand doesn't leave his sword, resting comfortably on the hilt.
In a way, he's glad to see that Yuri has his hand on his sword as well. That makes them even. If he were a Gnosia truly attempting to evade suspicion, he'd come with open arms. Suspicion is a good thing. ]
First things first: when your device first flashed your role at you, what did it say?
no subject
Which is why he doesn’t bother second guessing on what to tell Claude.]
Guardian Angel. [He reveals it with a casual shrug.] And you?
[There’s no point in lying when they’re supposed to work together, but even Yuri knows there’s an advantage that comes with the role he is given: it’s not a role you want to fake when it places a large target on you. Guardian Angels are the only ones who stand a chance at deflecting a Gnosia’s instant kill after all. If the information given to him was speaking the truth, anyway.]
no subject
[ He'll be honest -- he sees no reason not to be; for all that it's a far greater threat to him to have others know, he's also disinterested in forging bonds and alliances on the basis of deception and artifice. Not when it comes to something like this, where all of them unafflicted by whatever madness has seized upon the hearts of the people of Aldrip, have nothing to rely on but their faith in each other.
Faith's never been one of Claude's strong suits. But he's working on it. ]
Have you worked your magic on anyone yet? And if you have... what did it feel like?
[ He still isn't ruling out that this fellow is one of the Gnosia. But there are some things that can't be faked -- and to Claude, one of those things is what it felt like to use the magic, strange and exhilirating and so utterly different from any of the meager spellcasting he'd learned back at the Academy. ]