Rosalind Lutece (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
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Yes. It is.
[She says that with absolute certainty.]
And if they know what's good for them, people typically obey.
[She says that with absolute certainty.]
And if they know what's good for them, people typically obey.
And what would you suggest, hm?
[TREAD LIGHTLY, SON, that's what her tone says.]
[TREAD LIGHTLY, SON, that's what her tone says.]
[She's not going to say please, but--]
Will you explain this piece of complex technology to me.
Will you explain this piece of complex technology to me.
[ he will raise an eyebrow in return. it's safe to say he is far from the sharing type, but. hey. perhaps it's because he wants to make up for the terrible introduction, but he does indeed over her the cigarette. enjoy. ]
Bigby's a first. [ and middle? technically? but he isn't going to get into that. ] Wolf is a last, if the full name is important.
And yours, miss―?
Bigby's a first. [ and middle? technically? but he isn't going to get into that. ] Wolf is a last, if the full name is important.
And yours, miss―?
Madam Rosalind Lutece.
[What a nice dude. Rosalind puts the cigarette to her lips with practiced ease. Only once she's inhaled and exhaled does she add:]
And thank you, Mr. Wolf.
[What a nice dude. Rosalind puts the cigarette to her lips with practiced ease. Only once she's inhaled and exhaled does she add:]
And thank you, Mr. Wolf.
Watch your tone.
[She says it sharply, but give her credit: once he starts explaining, she doesn't once interrupt to get in a snide comment. There are questions, but they aren't even arrogantly said-- just curious, clarifying things or getting a better grasp on certain aspects of it. She grasps it fairly insanely quickly for someone from 1909, but hey, she's not called a genius for nothing.]
That's fascinating. I can't imagine the level of technology your world must be at if you could manage all that.
[She says it sharply, but give her credit: once he starts explaining, she doesn't once interrupt to get in a snide comment. There are questions, but they aren't even arrogantly said-- just curious, clarifying things or getting a better grasp on certain aspects of it. She grasps it fairly insanely quickly for someone from 1909, but hey, she's not called a genius for nothing.]
That's fascinating. I can't imagine the level of technology your world must be at if you could manage all that.
[ It's actually pretty surprising that she catches on? or follows at least, for the most part. he's been having to explain electricity to some of the people here so this is refreshing. And so is not being interrupted! That doesn't happen very often either.
So it helps his mood greatly when Rosalind seems genuinely interested in what he has to say, lightening his mood. ]
Oh, trust me. It was way ahead of these backwater people. Think something closer to what our alien overlords have going on.
So it helps his mood greatly when Rosalind seems genuinely interested in what he has to say, lightening his mood. ]
Oh, trust me. It was way ahead of these backwater people. Think something closer to what our alien overlords have going on.
Could you open doors into other worlds? Travel in space?
I don't know exactly what you mean about opening doors to other worlds, but we definitely had space travel. People do it for holidays and work all the time. I actually went to a different Eden for college before I wound up working on Helios--that's a space station, by the way.
[That's fairly impressive, though it's more impressive of his world than him personally. But oh, that's an easy explanation to offer:]
It means precisely as it sounds: a door between one universe and the next. A temporary tear in the fabric of time and space. It's hardly easy to do, and most worlds haven't discovered how to do it, but it's certainly possible.
It means precisely as it sounds: a door between one universe and the next. A temporary tear in the fabric of time and space. It's hardly easy to do, and most worlds haven't discovered how to do it, but it's certainly possible.
Oh. Uhh...I don't think so? Not--not like what the Orbiters did. There were these alien Vaults though, but I'm not sure if they're the same thing. No one really knows how they work, just that they're usually full of tons of treasure.
And Vault Monsters.
And Vault Monsters.
You make them sound like something out of a fairy tale. A monster . . . what manner of creature are we talking about?
[ He remains unsure of what to think of the edge to her smile. Eggsy believes he isn't so fragile as to cut himself on it — but he hardly knows her, really, even if he believes he knows enough. Her age hadn't even been considered as a factor (the age she hails from had been a more interesting thought; a distant past, perhaps). 'Course he knows she's older, given her titles. Doctor and now Madam.
Any tension from waiting bleeds out in a light laugh. ]
Oh, come off it. You're well-fit. [ Ah, will she understand that? ] Pretty, I mean. [ and she must be aware of it. She carries herself with confidence, even if she doesn't strike him as the sort to usually kiss young men ten years her junior. ] And I'm already a walking-talking scandal, aren't I?
[ He pulls back just a touch, however, not wanting to push her more than his brazen request already did. Eggsy has always been of the mindset that people will act with interest, if they're interested. They'll say what they want, if you're only willing to ask. And if someone wants a kiss — well, they won't pass up the opportunity for one. Maybe that makes him a romantic. ]
Any tension from waiting bleeds out in a light laugh. ]
Oh, come off it. You're well-fit. [ Ah, will she understand that? ] Pretty, I mean. [ and she must be aware of it. She carries herself with confidence, even if she doesn't strike him as the sort to usually kiss young men ten years her junior. ] And I'm already a walking-talking scandal, aren't I?
[ He pulls back just a touch, however, not wanting to push her more than his brazen request already did. Eggsy has always been of the mindset that people will act with interest, if they're interested. They'll say what they want, if you're only willing to ask. And if someone wants a kiss — well, they won't pass up the opportunity for one. Maybe that makes him a romantic. ]
Oh, I wasn't saying that out of insecurity.
[No, she's very confident in her own appearance, though it's not something she has any particular pride in. Rosalind raises an eyebrow when he draws back, not certain if he's changed his mind, but-- oh. no. No, he hasn't. He's giving her the option to plunge on ahead, and it just reaffirms what she'd thought before: sweet.
She isn't, but he is, and that's nice. Rosalind hooks two fingers beneath his chin, tipping his head up just a little. Her smile is still there, sharp but not unfriendly. After a moment, her grip shifts, her fingers wrapping lightly around his chin so she can brush her thumb lightly against his bottom lip.]
But you are that. If I hear word of this outside this cove, Eggsy, I'll be quite disappointed.
[No, she's very confident in her own appearance, though it's not something she has any particular pride in. Rosalind raises an eyebrow when he draws back, not certain if he's changed his mind, but-- oh. no. No, he hasn't. He's giving her the option to plunge on ahead, and it just reaffirms what she'd thought before: sweet.
She isn't, but he is, and that's nice. Rosalind hooks two fingers beneath his chin, tipping his head up just a little. Her smile is still there, sharp but not unfriendly. After a moment, her grip shifts, her fingers wrapping lightly around his chin so she can brush her thumb lightly against his bottom lip.]
But you are that. If I hear word of this outside this cove, Eggsy, I'll be quite disappointed.
[--good lord.]
And they only emerge out of these Vaults? I'm shocked they haven't wiped out that world's population.
And they only emerge out of these Vaults? I'm shocked they haven't wiped out that world's population.
Oh.
[ That's...a lot. ]
So you are a scientist.
[ Angels had goes back to her ports, once again not a totally conscious gesture, turning her head slightly so that they are out of Rosalind's line of direct sight. Needless to say (because she won't) Angel's experiences with scientist's is not a positive one. ]
[ That's...a lot. ]
So you are a scientist.
[ Angels had goes back to her ports, once again not a totally conscious gesture, turning her head slightly so that they are out of Rosalind's line of direct sight. Needless to say (because she won't) Angel's experiences with scientist's is not a positive one. ]
Naturally. And I imagine this happens often enough, because the lure of treasure is overwhelming.
You said you were involved in killing one-- with a moon laser, no less. How did that come about?
You said you were involved in killing one-- with a moon laser, no less. How did that come about?
[ There's no mistaking the soft glide of her fingers on his chin and the brush of her thumb against his mouth — Rosalind must have an interest in scandal. He feels his pulse quicken under his skin. It's not that it's been a while since he's kissed a girl, exactly, with Dutch catching him shortly after his arrival on Thesa Station. What he hasn't had since before Kingsman training is this: tension ratcheting and coy insinuations, circling each other until someone finally gives. And not with a girl from his neighborhood or a boy on a night out, no, but a woman secure in her skin, who wouldn't look twice at Eggsy, if they ever had any reason to meet in London.
He parts his lips invitingly and leans forward once more. He may be sweet to the core, but he's very attracted to her, too, eyes glittering with interest over being able to touch her — and the idea of having to keep his mouth shut because she asked, though he doesn't dwell on that line of thought. ]
[ His voice drops to a low murmur. ] Well, I'd hate to disappoint you.
[ With that, he brings a hand to the nape of her neck, toying with the hair there, and presses his mouth to hers, firm, chaste, testing. ]
He parts his lips invitingly and leans forward once more. He may be sweet to the core, but he's very attracted to her, too, eyes glittering with interest over being able to touch her — and the idea of having to keep his mouth shut because she asked, though he doesn't dwell on that line of thought. ]
[ His voice drops to a low murmur. ] Well, I'd hate to disappoint you.
[ With that, he brings a hand to the nape of her neck, toying with the hair there, and presses his mouth to hers, firm, chaste, testing. ]
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