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originallutece) wrote2017-04-24 02:04 am
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Rosalind Lutece
Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University. VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
I would.
[Not just out of curiosity, either. She regards him for a few seconds, her expression stilling.]
Three.
[Not just out of curiosity, either. She regards him for a few seconds, her expression stilling.]
Three.
[Ardyn has these sorted in his head via oldest memory to newest, and number three... well, number three is definitely one of the more interesting ones. He leans back in his chair, brow knitting slightly. Otherwise, his own expression remains rather difficult to read.]
Three has to do with magic. [Said with the intonation of a joke, but he isn't lying.] I remembered being a man who travelled around a world I do not recognize. I healed the sick -- suffering from some awful pandemic -- with touch alone. Magic, if you will. But it was a... what's the term? An empathic sort of healing. I took their sickness into my own body.
[And now he'll pause, waiting for the questions to come.]
Three has to do with magic. [Said with the intonation of a joke, but he isn't lying.] I remembered being a man who travelled around a world I do not recognize. I healed the sick -- suffering from some awful pandemic -- with touch alone. Magic, if you will. But it was a... what's the term? An empathic sort of healing. I took their sickness into my own body.
[And now he'll pause, waiting for the questions to come.]
An unspecific question, but given what's been happening to us recently, I'm going to guess you mean more along the lines of "moon mercenaries on my space station" or "magic healing touches".
In which case: no. Not yet. Although I have to admit I keep bracing myself for the worst.
In which case: no. Not yet. Although I have to admit I keep bracing myself for the worst.
I'm sorry if this wakes you, professor, and I know the message itself is somewhat...abrupt. To say nothing of unorthodox.
But I seem to be myself again. I hope that you are as well. Please let me know.
But I seem to be myself again. I hope that you are as well. Please let me know.
You aren't waking me.
And yes, I am. Rather abruptly so, it seems. But yes, alive and whole and well. Did you have an enjoyable time exercising your innovative skills?
And yes, I am. Rather abruptly so, it seems. But yes, alive and whole and well. Did you have an enjoyable time exercising your innovative skills?
Can science unravel the mysteries of that which others would call "magic"? I wonder, since apparently I wield the latter now.
[A text out of the blue! But surely it needs no more introduction than that.]
[A text out of the blue! But surely it needs no more introduction than that.]
The punch is spiked, a massive horse-sized chicken known as a Chocobo is loose on the premises, and I'm fairly certain something is currently on fire and we simply haven't found it yet.
By the sounds of it, you ought to have a glass or two of the punch. What makes you think something's on fire?
so just so you dont freak out when we hang i should prolly let you know that one of my eyes turned blue today
last night?
at some point in the last 24 hours
no it doesnt hurt and no my vision is fine
the only thing thats new is that even my eyeballs are sexy now
last night?
at some point in the last 24 hours
no it doesnt hurt and no my vision is fine
the only thing thats new is that even my eyeballs are sexy now
. . . well. All right. I appreciate the warning.
[To her credit, she pauses for just a few seconds. Restraint.]
You're certain your vision hasn't changed in the least? And there's no effect in the general area, no redness, no swelling, no discoloration in the skin around?
[To her credit, she pauses for just a few seconds. Restraint.]
You're certain your vision hasn't changed in the least? And there's no effect in the general area, no redness, no swelling, no discoloration in the skin around?
gonna have to take a raincheck on hanging out because of some stuff
if tony says i tried to kill him i want you to know i DIDNT and that hes just being shitty and wont take a goddamn apology unless you grovel at his feet and beg him for forgiveness for literal years
i had a past life thing happen
it wasnt great
if tony says i tried to kill him i want you to know i DIDNT and that hes just being shitty and wont take a goddamn apology unless you grovel at his feet and beg him for forgiveness for literal years
i had a past life thing happen
it wasnt great
Well.
For starters, I'd say I don't qualify, and nor do you. Secondly, what do you mean by club, and third of all, by "not sharing anything specific", do you mean that you brought me up in some capacity already?
For starters, I'd say I don't qualify, and nor do you. Secondly, what do you mean by club, and third of all, by "not sharing anything specific", do you mean that you brought me up in some capacity already?
If you don't mind a few pauses now and again, certainly.
I should have mentioned this to you earlier, but I've remembered chocobos.
[He'll just... lead with that.]
[He'll just... lead with that.]
Oh, good god. Did they function the same as they do here?
[As promised, it's a few hours after Jim's Retrospec post that Fawkes makes his way over to Rosalind's apartment, which is now slightly more familiar a trip than it's been in the past, which in turn is also a fact that doesn't escape his notice as he dons a jacket against the evening chill and makes his way over by bus and on foot.
Perhaps he ought to look into getting a side job of some variety, he muses. Something that would let him save up for a car of his own. Of course, it's not as though he can't do everything it is he needs to do by bus or by legwork already, but...well, even if it was just for the purpose of being able to say he has one at all, maybe it'd still prove to be worth it in the end.
But regardless. For now he's pedestrian traffic, and that means there's a light, flattering flush in his cheeks from the evening chill as he makes his way to Rosalind's apartment and taps on the door — which probably looks all the more stark next to the pale desaturated gray of his once-green eyes.]
Perhaps he ought to look into getting a side job of some variety, he muses. Something that would let him save up for a car of his own. Of course, it's not as though he can't do everything it is he needs to do by bus or by legwork already, but...well, even if it was just for the purpose of being able to say he has one at all, maybe it'd still prove to be worth it in the end.
But regardless. For now he's pedestrian traffic, and that means there's a light, flattering flush in his cheeks from the evening chill as he makes his way to Rosalind's apartment and taps on the door — which probably looks all the more stark next to the pale desaturated gray of his once-green eyes.]
[In contrast to last time, her apartment looks a bit more lived in. It isn't particularly messy, but there are a few blouses and skirts lying around, grey and ready to be donated. Rosalind, too, looks a little more relaxed, her hair hanging around her face. She seems a little aware of that, as she opens the door and tucks a strand behind her ear.]
Thank you for coming.
[It's late. Not improperly so, but late enough that she's a little embarrassed she asked him over at all. Still, she pulls back so he can come in.]
I can give you a ride home, if you'd like. I don't know how late the buses run.
[But there is something she wants to show him. There's a book resting on the table, grey and gold, used but not worn. The Principles of Quantum Mechanics, the book reads, by Rosalind Lutece.]
Thank you for coming.
[It's late. Not improperly so, but late enough that she's a little embarrassed she asked him over at all. Still, she pulls back so he can come in.]
I can give you a ride home, if you'd like. I don't know how late the buses run.
[But there is something she wants to show him. There's a book resting on the table, grey and gold, used but not worn. The Principles of Quantum Mechanics, the book reads, by Rosalind Lutece.]
[He does smile at the sight of her text, actually, as he sets about the routine of heading to their usual coffee place and procuring a pair of cups, each to their own respective specifications. It's a little unwieldy to accomplish with the box and shattered mirror in tow, but his sense of balance has always been unusually good and he's juggled worse in his graduate student career, anyway.
So it's shortly thereafter that he makes his way to Rosalind's office, nodding a hello around the stack of box and coffee carrier tray that's all but obscuring his face from view as he makes his way in the door.]
Here I am — it's just me.
So it's shortly thereafter that he makes his way to Rosalind's office, nodding a hello around the stack of box and coffee carrier tray that's all but obscuring his face from view as he makes his way in the door.]
Here I am — it's just me.
Good lord--
[She's swift to rise, grabbing the coffee tray, and smiling as the motion reveals his face. There he is, gray eyes and red hair, mouth a little pursed as he focuses on keeping it all in balance.]
Got the rest of it?
[She's swift to rise, grabbing the coffee tray, and smiling as the motion reveals his face. There he is, gray eyes and red hair, mouth a little pursed as he focuses on keeping it all in balance.]
Got the rest of it?
If you have a moment, Dr. Lutece — may I ask you something?
It's not related to academia, I'm afraid. It's a more...personal concern.
It's not related to academia, I'm afraid. It's a more...personal concern.
Rosalind, are you busy?
I found something on the network today and I don't really know how to feel about it.
[And she feels about as comfortable asking Rosalind about it as she does asking Seto, but... well, if anyone has an answer, it's usually Ros.]
I found something on the network today and I don't really know how to feel about it.
[And she feels about as comfortable asking Rosalind about it as she does asking Seto, but... well, if anyone has an answer, it's usually Ros.]
[Oh, boy. That's a promising text, isn't it? Still, it leaves her worried, and so she's quick to type back:]
Show me.
Show me.
Hi Professor!
I went on an expedition to the woods yesterday and just got back
I brought back one of those echo flowers and I thought you might want a chance to look at it or experiment with it, maybe see how it's retaining it's blue color if you can
would you like to take it?
I went on an expedition to the woods yesterday and just got back
I brought back one of those echo flowers and I thought you might want a chance to look at it or experiment with it, maybe see how it's retaining it's blue color if you can
would you like to take it?
[AND SHE JUST PAID SOME PUNK TO GET SOME FOR HER, OH NO. But this is a very sweet offer, and Minako in general is a very sweet girl, so far be it for Rosalind to refuse.]
I'd like that very much, thank you. Would you care to join me on some of those experiments?
I'd like that very much, thank you. Would you care to join me on some of those experiments?
12:30 alright?
I sit with the academic advisor at 11, so I gave some buffer time.
I sit with the academic advisor at 11, so I gave some buffer time.
Yes. That works, yes.
[It does, actually, work. But Rosalind looks a little frazzled when Noctis comes by at around 12:30. Not upset, not at all, but a little less perfect than her usual put-together self, as though she'd somewhat run out of the house.
Odd, that.]
[It does, actually, work. But Rosalind looks a little frazzled when Noctis comes by at around 12:30. Not upset, not at all, but a little less perfect than her usual put-together self, as though she'd somewhat run out of the house.
Odd, that.]
When you have a minute, Rosalind, I have an experiment I'd like to propose to you.
[Oh, boy. Oh, boy oh boy.]
. . . yes. They do.
. . . yes. They do.
[SQUINTS . . . but no she's too curious to let it go to voicemail.]
Hello?
Hello?
[OH, BOY, Rosalind sighs to herself, but . . .]
Go on.
Go on.
I'm not a storyteller, but I'll do my best. Go on.
My magical skill continues to grow. Isn't that exciting?
[Yes, he's mean and teasing her with this, instead of getting straight to the point.]
[Yes, he's mean and teasing her with this, instead of getting straight to the point.]
youre good to go
ive got the contract set up and the equipment is at my place
installation cost is 0 i can set it up for you
just let me know when youre ready
ive got the contract set up and the equipment is at my place
installation cost is 0 i can set it up for you
just let me know when youre ready
That's rather generous. Why give it to me for free?
[Not that she's complaining. But it is strange, or at least it is to her.]
I'm in my office now, though, if you'd like to stop by.
[Not that she's complaining. But it is strange, or at least it is to her.]
I'm in my office now, though, if you'd like to stop by.
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