as he steps through the quartz arch, he will find himself standing in a traditional Japanese-style room - tatami mats on the floor, and sliding paper doors on every side. there are no windows, or even decorations on the walls. it's dim in here, lit only by low candles and shadows crawling out of every corner. it's very, very silent.
[November came in here with somewhat of a plan. Facing the people he's wary of is part of his modus operandi, so of course, at some point he was going to come here -- and the help wanted tasks were a good excuse! So he arrived without even sending a message to alert of his intention to visit, as if he expected to catch Steel in the middle of something compromising and evil.
Instead Steel isn't here, at least from what he finds at first sight. The decorations are certainly traditional Japanese, interesting. Perhaps related to the temple, he thinks? But no Steel.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Maybe he's currently hiding in the shadows or at the very least listening, he thinks, so he calls:]
You left your door open, Steel. Surely you don't mind if I come in, do you?
A little of the former, a little of the latter. I did intend to begin searching this room from top to bottom if you hadn't been around, though.
[Well, he didn't come here with such intentions but he'd have pounced on the opportunity, you can be sure of that]
But since you're here, I wanted to talk to you. I noticed your call for help. Something about a chair and complaints about your residence. [He looks around] if this is the place they were talking about anyone who complained doesn't know what they're talking about.
[This is so traditional a chair would be such a sore thumb, in his opinion!]
That chair doesn't fit the place at all. Oh well. Despite that, he does go and sit on it]
Are you looking for constructive criticism?
[You know what's something November has been doing? Trading favors for favors, yup. He makes others owe him, and he takes the advantage to ask others for something in return. That's pretty much what he's planning to do today, fulfilling this request for help then try to cash the good will immediately]
[Hah, hey, little by little he gets somewhere! Or at least that's the plan]
You probably don't need this chair in the first place.
[November crosses his arms, looking around]
The ambience you have here right now is good. A chair like this one would stick out like a sore thumb. Even if some complained about the lack of seating, you don't need to comply in a way that will ruin the aesthetic you're trying to reach here.
I'd say if you insist in getting better seating pillows will be a better choice.
[He shrugs]
You have the last word, though. You do whatever you want.
When I arrived to the Prism I used to be on the verge of death. Very serious injuries, I probably would be dead if it wasn't for all this.
[He still is yet to heal all those injuries in a pod, but he's not in pain, at least. November also adds, almost laughing:]
Someone I know predicted I'd die that night, but looks like that prediction was wrong all thanks to the Prism.
[Which he had taken as his cue to pretty much enact a probably not all that rational action, going against what Contractors tend to do. If he's going to die may as well go out with a bang! To him it's a little funny to think the moment he did that and received very mortal injuries as a consequence, he got brought to the Prism and his fate changed]
I'd rather not return to the exact moment of my death. Believe it or not, I'm quite attached to being alive.
[Contractors do strive for self-preservation, even at the cost of other people's lives]
I'll figure out where to go, but it probably won't be back where I came from. But in the end I suppose that, even though I don't like the Prism, I should have some degree of gratitude towards it.
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as he steps through the quartz arch, he will find himself standing in a traditional Japanese-style room - tatami mats on the floor, and sliding paper doors on every side. there are no windows, or even decorations on the walls. it's dim in here, lit only by low candles and shadows crawling out of every corner. it's very, very silent.
No one seems to be around? ]
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Instead Steel isn't here, at least from what he finds at first sight. The decorations are certainly traditional Japanese, interesting. Perhaps related to the temple, he thinks? But no Steel.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Maybe he's currently hiding in the shadows or at the very least listening, he thinks, so he calls:]
You left your door open, Steel. Surely you don't mind if I come in, do you?
[As if he wasn't already in the room]
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I've really little choice in the matter. You've invited yourself in already. You are in need of something, or simply curious?
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[Well, he didn't come here with such intentions but he'd have pounced on the opportunity, you can be sure of that]
But since you're here, I wanted to talk to you. I noticed your call for help. Something about a chair and complaints about your residence. [He looks around] if this is the place they were talking about anyone who complained doesn't know what they're talking about.
[This is so traditional a chair would be such a sore thumb, in his opinion!]
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[ there really is just nothin' in here. Candles. That's about it? ]
Ah, yes. The chair. Well-- [ another door opens, seemingly by itself. sitting in the middle of the room ... a pink, metal folding chair. ] It is here.
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That chair doesn't fit the place at all. Oh well. Despite that, he does go and sit on it]
Are you looking for constructive criticism?
[You know what's something November has been doing? Trading favors for favors, yup. He makes others owe him, and he takes the advantage to ask others for something in return. That's pretty much what he's planning to do today, fulfilling this request for help then try to cash the good will immediately]
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Well? Do you have any to offer?
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You probably don't need this chair in the first place.
[November crosses his arms, looking around]
The ambience you have here right now is good. A chair like this one would stick out like a sore thumb. Even if some complained about the lack of seating, you don't need to comply in a way that will ruin the aesthetic you're trying to reach here.
I'd say if you insist in getting better seating pillows will be a better choice.
[He shrugs]
You have the last word, though. You do whatever you want.
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I see. You've thought about this quite thoroughly. Not exactly surprising, considering your color here, actually.
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[Oh. Wait, no, he was on the verge of death right when he was dragged. He can't say that anymore]
Nevermind.
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Should I ask, or no?
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[He still is yet to heal all those injuries in a pod, but he's not in pain, at least. November also adds, almost laughing:]
Someone I know predicted I'd die that night, but looks like that prediction was wrong all thanks to the Prism.
[Which he had taken as his cue to pretty much enact a probably not all that rational action, going against what Contractors tend to do. If he's going to die may as well go out with a bang! To him it's a little funny to think the moment he did that and received very mortal injuries as a consequence, he got brought to the Prism and his fate changed]
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So are you like the others? Clamoring to return to this moment? Where you were almost dead?
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[Contractors do strive for self-preservation, even at the cost of other people's lives]
I'll figure out where to go, but it probably won't be back where I came from. But in the end I suppose that, even though I don't like the Prism, I should have some degree of gratitude towards it.