[Altius lets out an amused hum that's almost a chuckle. Here he thought it might have been too on the nose...]
I might have suggested something similar. [Which is to say he hadn't had full confidence that Dante had actually come up with ideas for a name yet—] "Purgatorio Procurement"— [to advertise what they're about up front] —unless you'd prefer to keep your prospects more broad.
[You know, in case they might want to pivot. For non-failure reasons, of course. He would understand.]
[A hand goes to their "chin" as they think it over.]
< I picked "Purgatorio Office" because I figured we'd be doing things like what the Fixer Offices back home would, like fighting, expeditions, protection, procurement... that kind of thing. But there's a lot less fighting around here than I expected. Maybe just focusing on getting things for people really is the best way to go. >
["Fixer Office." What sort of place this person must come from... he's imagining something out of a noir film with more fantastical elements.]
Ah, so you're trying to work with the familiar, [he says with understanding, eyebrows rising. Anyone would be inclined towards the same, himself included. Something less certain comes to his expression after a moment, however, nearing a concerned frown.]
I suppose I should be grateful to hear there's "less fighting." I can't say I have any particular expertise with defending myself, much less against whatever... [His eyes dart to the flames on Dante's head, then move across the carnival goers moving nearby.] possibilities may arise here.
[HE SAYS, LYING. But he's kept up his peaceable facade for years, so it nearly comes naturally.]
[Altius allows an expression that settles somewhere between "troubled" and "distaste" to come to his face at the mention of using a firearm. But he'd have to be an idiot not to acknowledge the practicality. He's in... another world, a simulation, whatever it is. He can't rely on his typical methods.]
I'll have to keep an open mind, won't I, [he replies with some reluctance. Surely he can just hire some security! ... whenever he gets money. Actually, that might be a worthwhile thought—all the more reason to learn about this person.] Who might that be?
Edited (i already used that in the last tag go away) 2024-10-24 19:42 (UTC)
[Not a fan of guns, huh? Or... maybe weapons in general? It's hard to tell in a place like this.]
< His name's Vincent. He's... pretty easy to spot. > [Sticks out like a sore thumb, more like.] < You just need to look for black hair, a red cloak, and a golden gauntlet. >
[It's all part of the mystery he sets up around himself to draw people in. He's got so many layers! :)]
... I see.
[A... gauntlet. Huh. Just, all the time? And only one? Zekarion has so many questions, and though that's clear in the tilt of his brow, he only voices one:]
I thought it was a question for someone with a level head, clock-shaped or otherwise... [A compliment? He sighs.] But I'll prepare myself for the unusual.
[It would be nice to know what is and isn't a threat on sight, but whatever. Different world, different rules... there's not much he can do but accept it. He muses over that for a brief moment before returning his attention to Dante.]
Ah. [There's an apologetic sense in the way he tilts his head. How many different sorts of body language must there be in different worlds? He'll have to pay more attention...] It's my mistake. All the more reason for me to take a few moments to adjust to all this, hm?
[He glances at the tablet they take out. He wonders if he missed cleaning off any of the blood he'd gotten on his initially.]
Thank you for your help, Dante. Can I find you under that name there?
[He'd glanced long enough at the contact list to see that people clearly picked their own usernames... but not long enough to commit any of them to memory.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
expiationmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
expiationlogs2024-10-14 08:59 am
i believe in them
I might have suggested something similar. [Which is to say he hadn't had full confidence that Dante had actually come up with ideas for a name yet—] "Purgatorio Procurement"— [to advertise what they're about up front] —unless you'd prefer to keep your prospects more broad.
[You know, in case they might want to pivot. For non-failure reasons, of course. He would understand.]
no subject
[A hand goes to their "chin" as they think it over.]
< I picked "Purgatorio Office" because I figured we'd be doing things like what the Fixer Offices back home would, like fighting, expeditions, protection, procurement... that kind of thing. But there's a lot less fighting around here than I expected. Maybe just focusing on getting things for people really is the best way to go. >
no subject
Ah, so you're trying to work with the familiar, [he says with understanding, eyebrows rising. Anyone would be inclined towards the same, himself included. Something less certain comes to his expression after a moment, however, nearing a concerned frown.]
I suppose I should be grateful to hear there's "less fighting." I can't say I have any particular expertise with defending myself, much less against whatever... [His eyes dart to the flames on Dante's head, then move across the carnival goers moving nearby.] possibilities may arise here.
[HE SAYS, LYING. But he's kept up his peaceable facade for years, so it nearly comes naturally.]
no subject
[Vincent probably won't like that they're putting him out there like this, but... Better to seek forgiveness than permission in this case, right?
It's for the greater good... or something like that.]
no subject
I'll have to keep an open mind, won't I, [he replies with some reluctance. Surely he can just hire some security! ... whenever he gets money. Actually, that might be a worthwhile thought—all the more reason to learn about this person.] Who might that be?
no subject
< His name's Vincent. He's... pretty easy to spot. > [Sticks out like a sore thumb, more like.] < You just need to look for black hair, a red cloak, and a golden gauntlet. >
no subject
... I see.
[A... gauntlet. Huh. Just, all the time? And only one? Zekarion has so many questions, and though that's clear in the tilt of his brow, he only voices one:]
Are most Chosen so... distinctive?
no subject
[Distinction is in the eye of the beholder...]
no subject
I thought it was a question for someone with a level head, clock-shaped or otherwise... [A compliment? He sighs.] But I'll prepare myself for the unusual.
[It would be nice to know what is and isn't a threat on sight, but whatever. Different world, different rules... there's not much he can do but accept it. He muses over that for a brief moment before returning his attention to Dante.]
I've probably taken up enough of your time.
no subject
[Though after their reaction to his question before, it's no wonder he thought they were serious.
Ah, to have a proper face to emote with.....
They hold up their hands placatingly, and then take a moment to pull out their tablet.]
< And don't worry about it. If you need anything, just contact me on this thing. >
no subject
[He glances at the tablet they take out. He wonders if he missed cleaning off any of the blood he'd gotten on his initially.]
Thank you for your help, Dante. Can I find you under that name there?
[He'd glanced long enough at the contact list to see that people clearly picked their own usernames... but not long enough to commit any of them to memory.]