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❛ i can’t help but notice your fixation with the magnifying transmitter. ❜
Fixation, a term that hadn’t fell short of the sheer awe which was induced by the object and the mere notion of it’s creation. Again, it is proven that quantum mechanics alone isn’t the only sure way to engross the prim Madame Lutece.
“But of course, the potential for such a device is infinite.”
Rosalind’s time spentas an omnipresent being hadn’t to do with taking a series of frivolous ventures in the cosmos she had now been familiar, but instead focused entirely upon the dynamics that meant further understanding. While these motives had been entirely selfish, it hadn’t been as though the undertaking inconvenienced anyone but her own self... But in this life, one which is seemingly void ofpurpose or any palpable change (had she chose so), satisfaction and consolation been in speculation and in turn, discovery. Though this would benefit no one but herself and her counter part, potentially. As of late, their uncanny perception had been rather b l u r r e d.
And so, she finds solace elsewhere… Particularly in a universe that is so unlike her prior– the array of life forms having developed and mutated into anatomical question marks… Almost resembling various sorts of insects. May certainly not have been favorable, worth the encounter.
Piece of literature in hand, the redhead’s eyes flick to and fro against the lines of the novel with utmost intrigue. Shakespeare had always been a favorite of hers, each sonnet, play, and so forth being enough to convince her of the man's sheer brilliance with wordplay and artistry. One would only imagine that the majority had awareness and took a liking to his widely known work whether it was his productions or written word. Glancing toward the stranger nearby, both lips part.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” A greeting.
Recognitionhad been in the form of a brief stare, Lutece hadn’t been acquainted with the young man nor did she necessarily want to be, considering his rather impressionable attire… Thankfully though, belligerence didn’t seem to be a prominent trait– rather, it had appeared as though he’d hadn't a single hostile fiber in his being.
Fingers overlapped, almost as though the madam had been anticipating something or other from the other in her presence. Consistently fidgeting, trembling; he had practically been the essence of turbulence.
That word was for two kinds of people: uptight, rich English people, and royalty.
Neither of them were warmly welcomed in Nassau, and what with being one of the founders of said island it was his job to make sure this republic was not yanked from underneath their feet. Charles turned towards the source of that disgusting word, swaying lightly in his motions, and twining his fingers between the leather belt and coat he wore.
His shoulders twitched. She was finely dressed; that usually spelled trouble. He would stare at her, try to intimidate her, before speaking; lips pulled into a tight frown. If she spoke again, then he would speak.
Intimidation would rarely ever reign successful with a target like her, a lady whom had grown rather familiar with these sorts of approaches from fellow colleagues and the like. One of the few more commonly known to make an effort being The Prophet, Comstock, in spite of him bestowing a fortunate and successful profession on her hands. Instead she is only indifferent toward the glaring motive.
While it was that this fellow had reasonable logic as to remain weary ‘round the eccentric, Lutece had been among the greater numbers of folk that could more or less, discount any sorts of benefits that such an isle is able to offer her.
“I had been speaking to you, in case you were mistaken.”
“Highly improbable, might be your current reflection as of now, Sir Jaime. Most all had estimated such a thing in this day and age, but that is likely to alter quite presently, if you take notice.”
Lutece couldn’t imagine as to why any might color themselves disinterested regarding such a matter.
—“I apologize, I was just closing up the practice for the night. Did you need something?”
The other had opened the door just before his hand had grasped the knob. Not that he particularly minded helping one more patient if that was what this was about.
“While your expertise would most appreciatively be favorable considering the circumstances, I won’t keep you from your departure...
All that I request is a quantity of medical supplies that aren't to be found inside the atypical pharmacy.”
The know how for such a dire obligation could be executed confidently, had there been an abundance of supplies. For having read an extensive portion concerning vigorous hemorrhage, the Lutece had been tenacious to resolve any mishap having to do with her sibling’s wellbeing.
Certainly bizarre thatshe had been to brush with the pest of afterlife, as so many often had indicated him as. However, it wasn’t that the Lutece’s had been aware of this ‘lore’ of sorts concerning the loiterers of the immortal state which blighted so many… They’d only taken him as a fellow which ought naught to be bothered with.
[ this human was not supposed to be here. granted, the same statement could be ascribed to the whole of mankind, but in this particular case — this human R E A L L Y was not supposed to be here. ]
[ a crashed decepticon ship on the surface of one of Jupiter’s moons was hardly a human—friendly environment, he knew that much. so what was this woman doing here? in little to none atmosphere — why wasn’t she getting crushed, how did she breathe without oxygen and why couldn’t his sensors gather any conclusive data? ]
[questions. questions. questions. and he hates the lack of answers. ]
“What are you?” He strings together the only sensible sequence of words.
So long ago her soul had been relinquished in exchange for answers to the mysteries that plagued humanity in concerns to the cosmos. What resulted in such gluttony had been the abandonment of her very humanity with little or no complaint. With but a shift in her posture, the physicist only lowers her head subtly as though the inquiry had piqued interest, even when it had been asked previously before.
"Omnipresent.“
Infinitely present. Blunt, but surely a piece of machinery as himself had been in possession of vast intellect. The android had not been of Earth and nor would she have expected it to be. Advancements as this had been intricate– fit for only a contrasting set of organisms which had yet to be disclosed.
“Wow, that’s a little.. depressing. But I guess the truth is the truth.” Steve crinkles his nose at the woman, expression deterring to something a little less animated. Yeah, he was supposed to be dead. Drowned, and thrown beneath the pools of the Arctic waters when that facility exploded.
But he wasn’t — so where did that actually put him? Definitely not a zombie, but not exactly human either.
Steve rubs behind his neck, trying to place the Lutece as she deemed to be a rather odd hallucination if he really was losing his mind. “So.. when do you come from?” When because, who the hell wore that kind of stuff anymore?
Rosalind was often pegged as such things– though, there was sheer line which divided pessimism and realism. What she returned in conversation had only been a principle anticipated in human life, no matter which stage it might follow.
If this had been the case for Steve, both him and the physicist shared a state of being that was very much in common. Although his had been more induced by trauma, hers rather had been on account of pliability…
“A fair question.” Or more so the right question, considering he had been at least aware of the fact she hadn’t been all too typical. “Of an era you are far from. A meager few years before the twentieth century.” Hopefully he would be aware of the time period she spoke of.
