[pfsb] preparations and expectations
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When Moiraine arrives in the bar, her outward composure is flawless. She will do what must be done, and will accept the consequences of her actions... or her inaction, as the case may be.
When the price is high, that is how you know it is worth paying.
She settles at her preferred table and accepts tea, fruit, and a little bit of bread and cheese from the attentive waitrats.
Her glance is thoughtful, almost considering, as she observes the room.
When the price is high, that is how you know it is worth paying.
She settles at her preferred table and accepts tea, fruit, and a little bit of bread and cheese from the attentive waitrats.
Her glance is thoughtful, almost considering, as she observes the room.
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Date: 2020-12-16 04:29 pm (UTC)But he (it?) is a creature of layers and facades that run so deep most of them barely know about each other, and when he comes through the door he looks very ordinary; not at all like a thwarted deity. Seen from the outside, he is a slightly rumpled middle-aged man. Brown skin, curly dark hair, a military uniform with no insignia and an iridescent, filmy robe over it. He looks like nothing so much as a slightly-stressed executive who found an unforeseen and amusing coffee break where he least expected it and is thrilled. "Hey, fantastic," he says aloud.
Seen on another level he is --- other than ordinary. But the only signs of this sinister interiority to reach the surface are his eyes and the crown of laurels and suspiciously tiny bones, but the latter, along with the robe, he checks with the Bar even before obtaining his coffee. When he has the coffee in hand (You don't have to be GOD to work here but it helps!!!! the mug declares), he turns to survey the bar with a faint smile and glittering pitch black eyes.
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Date: 2020-12-16 05:32 pm (UTC)As his glance passes over her, Moiraine inclines her head in serene greeting.
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Date: 2020-12-16 05:55 pm (UTC)He raises his mug in a jovial return of her attention, and strolls towards the table. "Morning! Afternoon?"
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Date: 2020-12-16 06:02 pm (UTC)"Perhaps both. This place is often on the cusp of such possibilities, I find."
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Date: 2020-12-16 06:16 pm (UTC)"All things are part of the Pattern," she observes, "which is woven by the Wheel of Time, so indeed mastery of time could be deemed quite important, in that regard."
She curves her fingers around her teacup, absently testing its warmth.
"I do not believe that we have met before, have we? I am Moiraine Sedai."
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Date: 2020-12-16 06:19 pm (UTC)"No, I don't believe we have. My name is John. Is Sedai a surname or a title?" She says it like a title.
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Date: 2020-12-16 06:31 pm (UTC)She taps her finger against the china of her cup, once, as if in thought.
"It is a title. I am Aes Sedai." Her dark-eyed gaze rests on his glittering black glance without apparent concern, other than a very slight narrowing of her eyes. With court-perfect manners, she adds, "It is good to make your acquaintance, John. Might I inquire as to what sort of position would be well served by philosophical expertise?"
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Date: 2020-12-16 07:11 pm (UTC)"But--I have been, among many other jobs, a Teacher. And while there are many questions I can answer for my students, and many things I can do for them, I cannot change the past, and I cannot explain why it must be the way it is except in the grossest practical, mathematical sense. I have the facts; I let others create the theology from them."
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Date: 2020-12-17 03:31 pm (UTC)The only downside: it is not portable enough for Wei Wuxian to take along when he needs a change of scenery.
But. But. After a few intriguing conversations with patrons from a different era, he learned about the little devices no bigger than a talisman that -- if he wished -- could hold entire weeks worth of music. And the tiny speakers that fit directly into your ears, to make it even easier to listen to all that music whenever you want.
Which is all to say that yes, Wei Wuxian definitely has an iPod now, and he is definitely drumming along -- and singing, under his breath -- to the song tinnily leaking around the edges of the earbuds as he studies a small, half-painted paper lantern.
(There's also the usual scatter of notes, bottle of wine, and general sense that his table was hit by a very localized tornado not long ago. Of course.)
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Date: 2020-12-17 03:50 pm (UTC)She does not wish to startle him. Nor to upset him, although she recognizes that such a thing may not be possible.
Finally, Moiraine pens a note and sends it to his table with the assistance of a waitrat.
I would invite you to join me for tea, if you are willing, once you have completed your studies for the time being.
--Moiraine Sedai
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:05 pm (UTC)"Ah -- sorry!" Hastily, he plucks out one earbud, offering the waitrat a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I did not mean to ignore you. What is this?"
He accepts the note, unfolds it -- and his smile slowly dims as he reads.
"All right. Thank you," he says, a little quieter, and dips his head toward the waitrat. It scampers away with another squeak; Wei Wuxian considers the note another moment, eyes his work, then sighs and taps the little button on the player's screen that stops the music.
This is as good a place to pause as any, now that his concentration is ruined.
Gathering as many of his things as he can carry in one trip, he rises, glances around the common room for Moiraine, and ventures her way once he spots her.
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:12 pm (UTC)"You were busy," she observes. "I hope that I have not disturbed you."
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:24 pm (UTC)"I would guess you did not call me over for a polite social visit," he says. There is no anger, nor resentment: just a simple statement of fact. "Is there news?"
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:29 pm (UTC)There is something very, very wry about the curve of her lips and tone of her voice, both.
"It seemed a good idea."
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:43 pm (UTC)He quirks half a humorless smile, picking up the wine for a long swig. "If we are to be working together?"
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Date: 2020-12-17 04:54 pm (UTC)There is a beat of silence, as she takes a sip of tea, and then Moiraine sighs.
"Twin Peaks is a small town, and although I am known to have visitors from time to time... people will notice, if we are on visibly poor terms. It may matter. It will matter a great deal if certain people decide to be nosy about it. I have no wish to subject you or your-- or Lan Wangji, to any of that."
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Date: 2020-12-21 05:10 am (UTC)"I hoped I might see you," he says, patting the back of the empty chair across from her. "May I join you?"
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Date: 2020-12-21 03:44 pm (UTC)"Light illumine, Tom. How are matters with you?"
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Date: 2020-12-21 04:09 pm (UTC)“It would seem the House of Arch classroom hosts new teachers from Milliways once again. Portico has regular lessons with two upstanding and talented tutors.”
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Date: 2020-12-21 04:34 pm (UTC)"Is it anyone I might know?"
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Date: 2020-12-21 04:38 pm (UTC)They certainly know Moiraine!
“Ingress has become close friends with them, as well.”
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Date: 2020-12-21 04:48 pm (UTC)"I spoke with her recently, as it happens. And you are correct - I am acquainted with them both."
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Date: 2020-12-21 05:06 pm (UTC)Tom is certain that Moiraine will give him all the details just because he brings it up.
Wait...
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Date: 2020-12-21 05:18 pm (UTC)"There is a matter in which a particular expertise may be useful, yes," she says, watching him carefully now.
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