002 ♞ [ video ] → red tape to keep the truth confined

[oxidantshappen]

[ Good evening Abax. Again. It seems a certain someone has a penchant for making things late at night, out of insomnia rather than anything else. While Erik has been quiet on the activity front, that doesn't mean he hasn't been paying attention to what's been going on, which unfortunately has turned him into more of a recluse than anything else.

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[bookishpassion]

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[Unfortunately, Sofia can't hold in her laughter over this person's idea. It's rather amusing, actually.]

That article of clothing may have been quite hideous, but it was just an article of clothing. I would think the feelings of... dislike over it would have dissipated once removed.

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[ Oh good, someone's taking the idea just as well as he was, and Erik laughs softly as well. ]

I'm well aware of that my dear, but one never knows if they'll fully recover. Wouldn't want to simply assume they're perfectly satisfied by now.

[bookishpassion]

You make it sound like they could have suffered some mental trauma, signore... over a sweater. [A short chuckle.] Suggesting so can only make me assume that you have as well.

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Ill fitting as they seemed, I wouldn't be surprised. [ Italian. He picks it up easily though, a partial detail to slide away for later. ] I've been fortunate enough to avoid that particular circumstance, though not taking in the interests of others would be selfish of me.

[bookishpassion]

You are considerate to others' feelings... how refreshing. You sound like quite the humanitarian. [Although she is only half-teasing.]

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Quite. [ Erik laughs softly because he's far from a humanitarian here, certainly not interested in anyone but himself just yet. ]

I believe someone has to be if we have any chance of getting out alive.

[bookishpassion]

How admirable. [Her lips curl up into a smirk.]

It is good to see someone so selfless. Though I would be careful as to those you would place your trust in. [It's a friendly warning, if anything.]

Now, may I put a name to your face, signore?

[oxidantshappen]

Erik Lehnsherr, my dear. [ He briefly considered a more concise method of differentiating between himself and his counterpart, before continuing. ] Or at least one of them.

I find it rather difficult to place my trust in nearly anyone here, and the absolute faith that anyone's as competent as I'd like to hope.

But as it is, hope is worth something in this city at least.

[bookishpassion]

It is a pleasure. I am Sofia Sartor. You are German, then. By the sound of your name. [She pauses briefly, wondering what he could mean by his latter words.] There is another of you? How strange... How is that possible?

I can only say that people... they may surprise you from time to time. [She seems a little offended at what he said.] Though, perhaps you haven't met the right people yet. As for hope-- it is all we can believe in, being trapped here.

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I am indeed German, [ Erik responds pleasantly enough. He had gone out of his way to conceal the accent after meeting his counterpart, picking up on the fact that his accent was barely noticeable. ] though I haven't lived in the country for quite some time. Neither has my counterpart, I assume, as strange as it does sound.

It appears the city, for all its turns and surprises felt the need to add on one more -- a twin of mine, so to speak. [ Pursing his lips, it's evident Erik is at least annoyed by the situation, though he'll cope with it. Eventually. ]

At the very least, finding out I have a twin is most certainly the most surprising result I've faced here, the rest of the inhabitants not withstanding. If you'll believe in hope then perhaps I might be able to as well.

[bookishpassion]

I have heard it is a beautiful country, though I have not been there myself. Perhaps I will visit someday. [Because she had heard much of it when her portrait was being done by Albrecht Dürer.]

This is a strange place, indeed. [She agrees with a nod.] In addition to finding a copy of yourself, it seems to be possible for those believed to be dead to be brought here as well. [There is slight pause as her voice seems to change just a tiny bit. There is a hint of sadness there.] Even those who are from your own world, but from different points in time.

I may be prying too much, but is your... twin... alike to you in just appearance or are your personalities similar as well?

[oxidantshappen]

I imagine it was at one point. [ Though growing up, it certain was anything but a beautiful country; torn apart as it was by World War II and the surrounding chaos. ]

Rather similar to Abax, assuming the city hadn't fallen into decay as it has right now. A city like this must have been a sight to see in the past.

[ Erik nods though, because he's heard that go through the first time he's made a post. ] So I've heard. I know of one here that found a fallen compatriot of theirs; I assume you have as well?

My companion and I... [ Erik hesitates, it's not that she's prying too much, it's more he doesn't know where to begin with explaining. ], I suppose there are similarities in personality, though we're still on the verge of understanding each other. I imagine it will take time for us.

[bookishpassion]

I believe we can all say that about our homes, no?

I am not sure what you mean... this city is quite the sight to behold as it is now. I have never seen anything like what I have seen in this city. [Because she's from the 16th century.]

Si. I have met someone I believed to be deceased, but here he is-- alive and well. It is quite strange. [She frowns for a moment. She is still a bit bothered by it, but since he is alive, she's more relieved than anything else.]

I wish you luck, then.

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I suppose we can, [ He says, smiling softly. It's not a memory he wants to recall, but he'll do so anyway. ] seeing as no matter what, we'll always return there.

Can I ask where you're from then? [ For someone from the 1960s, this certainly isn't much of a difference, it's a jarring shock, but one he's at least adapting to. ] If you have yet to adjust to the city, for all its strange behaviors.