[Closed, Complete]Can't even trust the air you breathe

[blackmagiccynic]

WHO: Lulu and Maester Seymour
WHAT: A not!date brief meeting between two intellectuals
WHERE: The Library
WHEN: Day 203(?), afternoon

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[unsent_maester]

Well if he was snake, then he would be a handsomely dressed snake. Seymour brushed creases from his new attire, not quite accustomed to the Rivelatan mode of dress but amused enough to adopt it. Deep earthy tones were what he chose, and with the ensemble came a complimenting satchel for his study journalIt would be foolish indeed if he did not immerse himself into the history and politics of this new land, else he would never blend in. The less he blended in, the less chance he possessed of garnering the people's trust and power. Seymour was not a hasty, careless 'villain' driven by emotion; he was patient. After all, it had taken him ten years to rise from nothing and craft Spira's heart around his finger

[blackmagiccynic]

Folding her cloak neatly and placing it off to the side, Lulu passed the time waiting for the Maester by idly flipping through a book. Her own clothing was dark and elaborate as always, and she was grateful her magic was working well enough for her to manipulate her own internal temperature. Even on humid days like this, she was guaranteed to stay comfortable.

When Seymour arrived, Lulu put her book away and did not return his smile, nor did she stand to greet him as custom usually dictated. Spira's laws were not Rivelata's, and while she knew to be civil, she would not grant him the reverent respect the followers of Yevon usually gave.

"I haven't been waiting too long, Maester." After a pause, she gestured toward the empty seat across from her. "Please, sit."

[unsent_maester]

And sit he did. Pressing fingertips to fingertips, he crafted a steeple with his hands as his elbows rested against the table. From behind this steeple did he regard her with eyes that bore a twinkle of amusement.

"Ah, dear Lady, the fashion suits you well." The Maester chuckled faintly, a barely audible sound. "This strange land with its strange customs and yet- the stigma of Sin makes its mark here too."

"We see it, we feel it, as Spirans well-versed in loss of life." Seymour sat back and gestured all around him. "Words here to rival the number of stars in the sky, and yet only a handful can explain what it is we naturally find ourselves attuned to."

"And so I ask," the man nodded politely, "what does a Guardian make of what is happening?"

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[blackmagiccynic]

[ooc: Sure. Sorry about that. DX Also sorry this took so long.]
Lulu laced her fingers together and returned his gaze, her expression quizzical.

"What I make of it? It is..." The woman glanced off to the side, taking a deep breath. "Deaths are not particularly surprising, as you have said, we are...accustomed to it, and this place is for all intents and purposes, very dangerous. The disappearances are another matter entirely. They are...disconcerting. Highly unusual. The silence of this Queen, the lack of clear authority. The loss of our powers..."

Lulu snapped her fingers, and weak lightning flickered to life in her hand before dying out. "A so-called war...I do wonder what our purpose is here. It's all rather suspicious."

[unsent_maester]

"But with so many people arriving, and a war looming- the Queen has far more important things to handle." Seymour mused, looking around at all the books idly. "Our ways of thinking clash with theirs, and she is forced to try and reach a compromise. Annex those of us who serve in military into her own military. Combine law enforcements from both natives and us newcomers. Authority will not be adhered to unless the majority accept the figures in power

[blackmagiccynic]

Lulu's eyes narrowed.

"Observant, Maester. I suppose you're right. And yes, that is an interesting issue you bring up." The mage glanced over at the book shelves, her expression pensive. "However, the Jaguar King is presumed to be dead, yet people still arrive. There has to be something else." She trailed off and frowned.

"So many misplaced people...children, even. " The mage smiled wryly. "And for a moment I was foolish enough to believe this place might be free of the troubles that plague Spira so. It seems things are...not that easy."

She sighed and shook her head. "My apologies. I'm digressing."

[unsent_maester]

"It is never that easy, I'm afraid, Miss Lulu." Seymour laughed softly, keeping his voice in check so as not to disturb other library patrons.

"I'm afraid we really must rebuild our lives now that we are. Who knows how long we shall remain before we find a way home? If we find a way home at all..."

If he didn't, Seymour did not particularly mind. He would miss nothing, except perhaps for the calm of his hometown and the ever whispering song of the plants. No matter. He would accustom himself to the plants here, and the ways of Rivelata.

After all, every world possessed an identical population. Humanity was the same no matter where he was. Weak, fragile creatures who relied on a strong leader just as tainted as they pretended they were not.

"Perhaps this is all just one, twisted social experiment, hm?"

[blackmagiccynic]

Not too long ago, Lulu would've been excited about the chance to have private counsel with a Maester of Yevon, especially one who controlled the elements with an ease she'd only dreamt of.

Knowing what Seymour was now, what he was capable of, put a pall over the meeting. Where there should have been comfort, there was only the growing unease of her shaken faith in Yevon and His teachers, questions where there was once unconditional trust. Even Chappu's death had not affected her in such a way.

She glanced down at her hands, searching for answers that would not come.

"I would assume Maester, that you did not ask me to accompany you simply to make idle talk about the nature of this strange island. You have made your own observations, I have made mine. What is it that you plan to do here?"

She did not expect a clear answer, but any answer was better than none at all.