Caution is not a word Agdistis knows. Curiosity, however, that we can do. Approaching in the interests of flirting, Agdistis leaned over and grinned, yellow curls sliding loose from her mitra and bouncing freely around his face. He's wearing the usual short-skirted chiton, today in a deep purple and trimmed with gold, a gift from a very satisfied dryad. "Hi."
Flirting isn't usually something Diogenes takes part in; only when it benefits him. Nevertheless, he's extraordinarily bored, and after a quick glance to take in everything that Agdistis is wearing as well as other details, he flashes a charming smile. "Hello. Have the gods answered my prayer and sent someone to relieve my boredom?"
Diogenes is inwardly rolling his eyes, because leave it to a Greek to act like this, but outwardly, he'll play along with this. For now, at least. (Now meaning this current minute, liable to change rapidly.) "I know. There were quite a few visual cues. I'm Diogenes."
She's passing through, and doesn't notice her brother-in-law (has never met her brother-in-law; her ex-brother-in-law by this point) and, due to the weight on and a kick in her heavily swollen belly, has to rest momentarily and takes the seat next to him. "I'm sorry," she says breathlessly, waiting to get her wind back.
"No, it's no problem at all," Diogenes says, courteously. It's second-nature by now; politeness is usually his default reaction to most people. He gives her stomach a sympathetic look. "Troublesome little thing, isn't it?"
Patrick, now a little more used to the mansion and the way things work, decided to see if there was anything of interest in the library. He nodded politely to Diogenes and picked a book at random of the shelf. "Anything good?"
"It has nearly everything, I believe," Diogenes replies. "The collection of classics is especially impressive." He glances at Patrick for a moment, taking in the body language, just to make sure that Aloysius hasn't said anything about his existence. "You seem to have recovered nicely."
The question set him immediately on edge and he nodded carefully, one hand still on the bookshelf, his free hand moving down towards his pocket. A kind soul had pointed him towards the plothole closet and he'd managed to procure a gun there, which made him feel much safer in this strange new place.
"It might have something to do with the properties of this place. Without a proper death, everything becomes more predictable and less exciting." He stands up, offering a hand. "Diogenes Pendergast."
And because his typist has a whim to get Ashley killed, the younger Raventon brother is wandering through the library, looking for a book Arkady requested.
Typist: Do you mind if I toss him in? I'm just itching to get Ashley into trouble. *angst whore*
As mentioned, Diogenes is automatically polite whenever he is in social situations. He watches Ashley for a few moments before speaking up. "Are you looking for something in particular?"
Typist: No, not at all. I'm going to state ahead of time that I have no idea what Diogenes will do, though.
"For my brother. The Book of Tex--" He frowns, stopping to check a note written in his pocket and taking care with the pronounciation. "Tezcatlipoca. Supposedly it's an old tome of Aztec sorcery--he was recently disappointed in his efforts to obtain a copy. I thought I might look here." Ashley's smile is polite but reserved.
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"Uh -- yeah. I heal pretty fast. Have we met?"
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Typist: Do you mind if I toss him in? I'm just itching to get Ashley into trouble. *angst whore*
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Typist: No, not at all. I'm going to state ahead of time that I have no idea what Diogenes will do, though.
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