The fire had always been a favourite spot for relaxing. Le Chiffre had become so relaxed, in fact, that he had inadvertently dozed off during some light reading. Blame it on middle age
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Considering last night went so well, Puck has been on the lookout for more victims potential lovebirds. How lucky, then, that he happens upon Le Chiffre!
A quick dab at the eyes with some of his love-in-idleness, and Puck retreats invisibly to the rafters to see how it shall fall out.
Deitmar doesn't sleep in the bar. Ever. So he's wide awake and happily reading.
He's not thinking of doing anything that might upset anyone, he's not plotting to kill anyone, his backpack (with pistol!) is just with him because he grabbed it from habit when he left his room, and he's not even reading up on science right now so that he may turn his intelligence to bad purposes. He's peaceably reading about telecommunications in 2070.
In short, it's a pity something like this happens right when he's doing something that least deserves it. Karma's sense of humour might be uncomfortably similar to Puck's.
For one quite so doomed as he, Le Chiffre still snoozes soundly for some time longer, at least punishing the tricksy Puck to wait, should be remain to watch for much longer.
Inevitably though, he does eventually wake with a slight jolt and a tired squint, rubbing lightly at his eyes and peering around as if somewhat surprised to find himself waking up by the fire. It's only as he slowly pushes himself to sit up that he sets eyes on the only other company he seems to have.
And there's never been a more perfect company to have.
It wouldn't be entirely impossible to notice his eyes light up, watching the young man with a very keen interest before allowing himself a smirk. He's very good at staring. Very good.
Deitmar is almost completely absorbed in his book, except for the part of his brain that's always devoted to keeping track of people around him (largely so his mentor doesn't smack him on the back of the head to illustrate what a dangerous place the world is.)
So he's still missed the rock that the sling of outrageous fortune has let fly. Let's just let him cherish his oblivion for a bit longer, shall we?
Yeah, that's about long enough.
It is, in fact, not very long at all before he glances up on a routine check of movement around him, and then glances over.
As their eyes meet his smirk only grows, never breaking the gaze with an unwavering stare that would be enough to make many a poker player bow down at his awesome. But currently his awesome is far surpassed by the victim other.
"Hello," he finally says, far too smoothly for such a simple greeting. Not to mention what a rarity it is for him to greet anyone at all. Deitmar has definitely caught his good side.
Deitmar momentarily turns his head enough to see who's behind him. Why is there smirking? Why is there still smirking? How is it smirky and unreadable at the same time?
"Hello," he says, in the slightly distracted manner of someone who'd like to get back to his book, but is not quite sure it's a good idea yet.
Le Chiffre doesn't mind if he carries on reading, he's quite happy to stare for sometime longer. But conversation is equally good. Generally he's not to willing to make conversation, but for this guy he can make an exception.
"Le Chiffre," he offers randomly, leaning over to hold out a hand to shake, realising that making a good first impression is very important in life.
Still rather lost, Deitmar is about to say "the cypher what?" when he notices the hand. Oh, it's a name. Or maybe, given this place, a title. So instead? "Deitmar." It's a brief handshake, since he isn't at all fond of physical contact. "I don't think I've seen you before." And that's very nearly a question, because he's not at all sure what's going on here.
"I've only been here a few months. I don't tend to make my presence know that often," he admits with a smile, taking a moment to savour the handshake, however brief it may have been. "I haven't seen you around before either, though I'm starting to wish I'd done so earlier."
"Wise," says Deitmar, completely unaware what would have happened if he'd only chosen to hide in a booth again today.
He makes the obvious conclusion from that last part, glancing down at the cover of his book. "I've no real knowledge of this field or time." Even in Milliways, the obvious conclusion is he's assumed something about me from what I'm doing and not it's those fairies again! Yet. "I'm from the nineteen seventies, actually. The technology I'm used to is rather primitive."
The mention of years has caught Le Chiffre's interests, though anything Deitmar is likely to said would catch his attention right now. He's sure that this guy is full of many amazing and interesting things to say that he could listen to for a long time. If not, he's good to look at.
"Nineteen Seventies, huh? Wow, I grew up during those times. Weird years to spend your childhood in. Though I guess that also depends on what planet and universe we're talking about."
Well, if Le Chiffre has an inexhaustible interest in technobabble about cellular biology, yes! --yeah, at least he can fall back on creepy staring.
"So technically, I'm older." That's almost funny. "I wouldn't know how to differ, really." He names a few political figures of his time to see if they ring bells--he's not about to namedrop Umbrella. "What might be unique about your world?"
"Not much, unfortunately," there's possibly a few political figures he recognises, but his knowledge on such things spans more so for the ones during the nineties and naughties. He's definitely not going to name drop James Bond into either, even if he has recently found out the guys a big star in some places.
It might be best for both their sakes if he'd just remained at creepy staring. "But where we've come from isn't as important as where we end up. Which would happen to be here. A perfect place to meet someone, don't you think?"
"I have no idea," Wesker says, and then blinks. Did he just. . .
. . . no, of course he didn't, that's ridiculous. Unfortunately, Deitmar just dropped the conversational ball, and didn't exactly throw a subject change in.
That's okay, there's no need for conversation when love is in the air. Seriously. But Deitmar is about to witness the one tried and tested method Le Chiffre uses to get anyone's interests: money.
This is why some people should stick to collecting females: Deitmar has not been socialized to accept this sort of thing, and does not reflexively do so. "No, thanks." BAHA SHOT DOWN. "Are you stuck here, or can you find your door?"
A quick dab at the eyes with some of his love-in-idleness, and Puck retreats invisibly to the rafters to see how it shall fall out.
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He's not thinking of doing anything that might upset anyone, he's not plotting to kill anyone, his backpack (with pistol!) is just with him because he grabbed it from habit when he left his room, and he's not even reading up on science right now so that he may turn his intelligence to bad purposes. He's peaceably reading about telecommunications in 2070.
In short, it's a pity something like this happens right when he's doing something that least deserves it. Karma's sense of humour might be uncomfortably similar to Puck's.
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Inevitably though, he does eventually wake with a slight jolt and a tired squint, rubbing lightly at his eyes and peering around as if somewhat surprised to find himself waking up by the fire. It's only as he slowly pushes himself to sit up that he sets eyes on the only other company he seems to have.
And there's never been a more perfect company to have.
It wouldn't be entirely impossible to notice his eyes light up, watching the young man with a very keen interest before allowing himself a smirk. He's very good at staring. Very good.
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So he's still missed the rock that the sling of outrageous fortune has let fly. Let's just let him cherish his oblivion for a bit longer, shall we?
Yeah, that's about long enough.
It is, in fact, not very long at all before he glances up on a routine check of movement around him, and then glances over.
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"Hello," he finally says, far too smoothly for such a simple greeting. Not to mention what a rarity it is for him to greet anyone at all. Deitmar has definitely caught his good side.
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"Hello," he says, in the slightly distracted manner of someone who'd like to get back to his book, but is not quite sure it's a good idea yet.
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"Le Chiffre," he offers randomly, leaning over to hold out a hand to shake, realising that making a good first impression is very important in life.
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Along with pretty much everyone else in the bar.
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And so it begins.
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He makes the obvious conclusion from that last part, glancing down at the cover of his book. "I've no real knowledge of this field or time." Even in Milliways, the obvious conclusion is he's assumed something about me from what I'm doing and not it's those fairies again! Yet. "I'm from the nineteen seventies, actually. The technology I'm used to is rather primitive."
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"Nineteen Seventies, huh? Wow, I grew up during those times. Weird years to spend your childhood in. Though I guess that also depends on what planet and universe we're talking about."
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"So technically, I'm older." That's almost funny. "I wouldn't know how to differ, really." He names a few political figures of his time to see if they ring bells--he's not about to namedrop Umbrella. "What might be unique about your world?"
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It might be best for both their sakes if he'd just remained at creepy staring. "But where we've come from isn't as important as where we end up. Which would happen to be here. A perfect place to meet someone, don't you think?"
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. . . no, of course he didn't, that's ridiculous. Unfortunately, Deitmar just dropped the conversational ball, and didn't exactly throw a subject change in.
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"Can I get you drink of anything?"
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This is why some people should stick to collecting females: Deitmar has not been socialized to accept this sort of thing, and does not reflexively do so. "No, thanks." BAHA SHOT DOWN. "Are you stuck here, or can you find your door?"
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