[Like she'd pass up this opportunity. Asuka doesn't go out of her way for people, but she can be nosy. When it comes to certain people, anyway.
... she immediately regrets stepping in, suddenly remembering what happened the last time she ventured into his room when the castle put his head on display. But lots of things had changed since then... or so she'd like to think.]
Zelman?
[... this room makes her feel pretty fucking sane in comparison.]
[She seems to have a difficult time focusing on him, because there's just so much to look at. She wants to see if she can figure some of the connections out.]
[go for it. she may recognize some easy ones, like connecting up people to events. friendships in Paradisa that he's seen. enemies and allies and people in-between. she doesn't show up too many times, weirdly.
Zelman's staying where he is.] You might get hurt. You're not supposed to be in here.
[Turn about is far play, you know. Normally, she would knock. But as Zelman seemed to have no scruples walking into her room, she has none walking into his.
So this is the Zelman beneath the mask. She takes in as much as she can as she enters. Part of her wants to stop and examine those lines, to see the connections and follow his thoughts. But another part does not want to take her eyes off the Zelman in the center of the room. She gives him a nod in greeting, but remains silent for the moment.]
[he says this even before he turns to give her any attention, his tone devoid of his usual charm. then he pulls that box a little closer to himself, scooping the contents back up almost sluggishly, trying to collect it all.
there's an odd flutter of paper as he disappears, though, his presence turning to smoke. he quickly rematerializes in front of her, standing and holding his arms out just a little to the side. both welcoming and barring.]
This is not a place for any Lady of Light. This is not a place for anyone. This is not a place. This is-- [he stops. what have you wandered into, Galadriel?] You should not be here.
[She remains unshaken but cautious. Her gaze once again gains that sharp edge, but her voice is still polite and formal.]
Is it my title that concerns you so? Then think of this not as a visit from the Lady of the Light, but from Galadriel. [A pause] Or from Artanis, if you will.
[he lazily rolls onto his other side (in much the way smoke would roll rather than the way a person would roll) and looks kind of irritatedly towards the guy near his door. ...whether or not that's because he's always irritated should perhaps be considered.]
[ for his part, he seems to be in a pretty okay mood. he doesn't usually need to trek around in people's minds to get a sense of what they're like; he doesn't particularly want to. but some people's heads are ugly and dark enough to be interesting. ]
It's me. [ a little wave. ] Don't roll out the red carpet just yet.
Yuki is starting with the walls. She's memorizing every picture and every line in order to try and find coherence in it at all. That's taking her a long time, an hour or two easily because she's doing a thorough job.
Eventually she'll move onto the papers on the floor. She won't touch them, but she'll crouch down to see if she can read those, too.
It'll be a while before she even makes it to Zelman's room. And when she does she'll practice a little tact, standing in the doorway instead of just entering rudely.]
[well, that is... incredibly smart. hurray for reading just about everything in Zelman's apathetically wired brain. he's kind of had an idea that he was being 'read', so to speak, for a while... but he doesn't do anything either. not until she's in the doorway.
then he finally sits up, stretching upwards and crackling (like fire) all the bones in his hands as he does. he's been sitting around like that for a while.]
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... she immediately regrets stepping in, suddenly remembering what happened the last time she ventured into his room when the castle put his head on display. But lots of things had changed since then... or so she'd like to think.]
Zelman?
[... this room makes her feel pretty fucking sane in comparison.]
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[he looks over his shoulder, startled, before flickering up into a nearly-seated position. the box is momentarily forgotten.]
What are you doing here?
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Taking a look. What else?
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Zelman's staying where he is.] You might get hurt. You're not supposed to be in here.
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So this is the Zelman beneath the mask. She takes in as much as she can as she enters. Part of her wants to stop and examine those lines, to see the connections and follow his thoughts. But another part does not want to take her eyes off the Zelman in the center of the room. She gives him a nod in greeting, but remains silent for the moment.]
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[he says this even before he turns to give her any attention, his tone devoid of his usual charm. then he pulls that box a little closer to himself, scooping the contents back up almost sluggishly, trying to collect it all.
there's an odd flutter of paper as he disappears, though, his presence turning to smoke. he quickly rematerializes in front of her, standing and holding his arms out just a little to the side. both welcoming and barring.]
This is not a place for any Lady of Light. This is not a place for anyone. This is not a place. This is-- [he stops. what have you wandered into, Galadriel?] You should not be here.
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Is it my title that concerns you so? Then think of this not as a visit from the Lady of the Light, but from Galadriel. [A pause] Or from Artanis, if you will.
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[but he flinches a little and looks down, as if it physically pains him to say that.]
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If this is a metaphor for something, it's a pretty fucked up metaphor.
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Oh.
[he lazily rolls onto his other side (in much the way smoke would roll rather than the way a person would roll) and looks kind of irritatedly towards the guy near his door. ...whether or not that's because he's always irritated should perhaps be considered.]
It's you.
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It's me. [ a little wave. ] Don't roll out the red carpet just yet.
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The one with the grin. I remember.
Would it be any less fucked up if it were literal?
[he glances up at his burning ceiling, still pretty tense.]
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Yuki is starting with the walls. She's memorizing every picture and every line in order to try and find coherence in it at all. That's taking her a long time, an hour or two easily because she's doing a thorough job.
Eventually she'll move onto the papers on the floor. She won't touch them, but she'll crouch down to see if she can read those, too.
It'll be a while before she even makes it to Zelman's room. And when she does she'll practice a little tact, standing in the doorway instead of just entering rudely.]
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then he finally sits up, stretching upwards and crackling (like fire) all the bones in his hands as he does. he's been sitting around like that for a while.]
What are you doing?
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Observing.
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[luckily for her she also can't quite feel the oppressive force that wants her to leave.]
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That doesn't mean he can't stop himself from snooping. It's easier than thinking too hard about what was awaited him upstairs.
He makes a face at Zelman, the scraping sound he's making sending shivers down his spine.]
Are you trying to claw your way out of here, Zelman? There is a door, you know.
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which is a relief, I'm sure.] I'm just thinking.
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[He gazes upwards at the shelves]
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Looking for something?
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