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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.
“–And so, you would simply…” Instead of going on to clarify herself, Lutece demonstrates her instruction as she follows through on the chalkboard, making mark after mark. By the time all was finished, she had been looking on an outline of one of the very many establishments which sat buoyant upon inflated materials, among other things. “But that’s enough of this subject, one that I’m sure you are far from engrossed.” Many typically weren’t. As long as everything had been under control and there were others whom understood, why take the time out of your day to fathom the dynamics yourself?
“As appreciated as it is, I’m afraid that my brother and I will have to decline. While an evening with you and the amiable Lady Comstock sounds ever so pleasant… I find myself a bit preoccupied with the upcoming deadlines…”
Pupils traveling down his figure, a rather unimpressed expression is induced. A faint ’hm’ leaves her throat, but only momentarily as though considering various scenarios that had to do with his attendance. Uniforms as intricate hadn’t made her weary as was accustomed to most, but instead, inquisitive. Although she hadn’t been as well versed in the tiers of military status, it had been apparent enough that the stranger had value and importance in his role.
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.”
Lutece hadn’t been fond of buccaneers. From what she had come to understand regarding these people’s had been on account of tales from simple times– when men had looted for glory ‘stead of working for it. As but a 'feeble’ woman, one whom had etched out each tier of her progression toward success, one could only conclude the practical dislike for such characters. Though, as she had been proven countless of instances prior to now, a person ought not predetermine an individual’s nature on one aspect. It wasrude.
