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Since we've been paired for the month, I'd like to meet with you and see what I can do to be of assistance.
[Horseriver doesn't respond to the message, he frequently doesn't check his communicator just in general but he also refuses to answer such a video, just on principle. And disinterest, when principle doesn't hold up.
Still, he's not particularly difficult to find. The shake up of the breach had made him retreat to his cabin for several days but after that he had resumed his usual habits of occasionally pacing the corridors and, more frequently, simply sitting in a common room - staring at nothing.]
Still, he's not particularly difficult to find. The shake up of the breach had made him retreat to his cabin for several days but after that he had resumed his usual habits of occasionally pacing the corridors and, more frequently, simply sitting in a common room - staring at nothing.]
Fives gives it a couple of days--for more reasons than just waiting out his supposed inmate--before he seeks Horseriver out. When he finds him he pauses at the common room door and raps his armored knuckles on the door frame to get his attention, rather than just barging in. At least he has his helmet off... and tucked under one arm, but he's not wearing it.
"I don't know if you've checked the network." He'll give him the benefit of that doubt. "But we've been paired for the month."
"I don't know if you've checked the network." He'll give him the benefit of that doubt. "But we've been paired for the month."
Horseriver is lost inside himself, a confusion of partial souls and a deep well of memory which has not been helped by his recent experiences as someone who wasn't any of him and yet was. In it's way, almost a familiar feeling but not - and it hasn't done anything for his mood. Still, he's aware enough to hear the knock and even turns slightly to look the man over. He takes Fives in, expression full of a sardonic amusement.
"You would be the new 'warden' then. What strange calendar we keep here. So, is there some reason you have sought me out?"
"You would be the new 'warden' then. What strange calendar we keep here. So, is there some reason you have sought me out?"
"Because it's my job to. You didn't answer my message on the local network, so here I am."
"Is it? What would you say your job is, exact?"
That... he's honestly not entirely sure of, which is a continuous source of low level anxiety to a man who's used to always knowing exactly what his purpose is and how he should be accomplishing it. "To keep an eye on you, to provide you with whatever you might need that the barge doesn't already provide." That seems to be all that's expected of temporary wardens.
He snorts. "As I said to the girl, you sound like a house warden except with even less power. Keep an eye on me? What is there I might do in such a place as this? You cannot provide me with the only thing I need. There is no use for you at all that I can see." He doesn't see much reason to be pleasant to anyone but especially not those who claim some sort of 'responsibility' over him.
"Given how often people seem t'turn up dead or things get wrecked, more than you'd think," he points out. And he's trying to be patient and calm, but he's so kriffing frustrated with these temporary pairings, with inmates who have no interest in trying to work with him, or even accepting that he might be willing or able to help them in some way.
"What's the one thing you need, anyhow?"
"What's the one thing you need, anyhow?"
"All I need - the only 'right' one has - is to be allowed to vanish into the emptiness of death. But I have been informed that only the Admiral can make that happen."
That... more than takes him aback. He's spent so much of his incredibly short life struggling desperately to survive that the idea of someone simply wanting to die is almost unimaginable to him. "Why do you want to die?"
He sighs. "How many lives must a man live before he's allowed to die, to leave the world and consciousness behind forever?"
And that catches him even more off guard, because he knows of plenty of incredibly long-lived species--though he tries not to dwell on the idea, given how brutally short his own life is designed to be--but he's not sure what to make of the idea of multiple lives. "How many have you had?" It's part curiosity, part buying time to think.
He shrugs. "I could not say, indeed, living is not truly the word for what my existence has been down these last centuries. Sixteen generations, perhaps, or more, and if I had the family line written before me perhaps I could list my deaths but it is not a number I can recall easily."
[For all that Tesla isn't pleased about currents and isn't entirely feeling like going around on the temporary pairings front again, he figures he ought to at least make an attempt to get in touch with the person he's paired with.]
I'd imagine you've heard the Admiral's announcement, so. We should talk.
I'd imagine you've heard the Admiral's announcement, so. We should talk.
[Now his original... annoyance has died away, Horseriver doesn't care about the temporary wardens. Usually, he doesn't contact them at all, only aware of the ones who make an effort to hunt him down. But things are slightly different this month, enough that he responses. Eventually.]
On which subject do you believe we should converse?
On which subject do you believe we should converse?
"Then I am not sure that you would understand."
[It's only the 'current events' that led to even this eventually. Not that his sardonic expression reveals anything.]
This place seems to have little of relevance, even less than most realms of the dead I have heard spoken of. But, ay, there is the matter of... current events. Where do you stand on the matter?
This place seems to have little of relevance, even less than most realms of the dead I have heard spoken of. But, ay, there is the matter of... current events. Where do you stand on the matter?
It depends on which 'Realm of the Dead' you have in mind.
[Given that he knows at least one that actually exists, or at least, exists enough to be visited.]
As to current events... it could be what the Admiral says it is. But it could just as easily be a trap.
[Given that he knows at least one that actually exists, or at least, exists enough to be visited.]
As to current events... it could be what the Admiral says it is. But it could just as easily be a trap.
Only those related by divines in their temples.
The Admiral did not even claim that it was not a trap, from my understanding.
The Admiral did not even claim that it was not a trap, from my understanding.
So, your name's Horseriver?
I'm Steph, I'm your warden for the month.
I'm Steph, I'm your warden for the month.
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