Figuring the glance that the ladies shared was one of shock at Aeon’s actions, Isaac let it pass. If they were comfortable broaching the topic then Isaac would let them do it. Talking about Aevum just made his head hurt.
From the sounds of it, arbiters that did not comply had something on level with brainwashing or even being ‘reset’ the same way a computer was. Not a pleasant thought at all. “I don’t believe his powers extend into manipulating life forms, natural or not.” He had seen Aeon call on Hermes or Amorini for assistance when it came to those matters, but it seemed to be a rare occurrence, thankfully. Brainwashing and mind control just didn’t sit well with Isaac.
Fashion, yes, this Isaac could speak on for days. “I suppose that would make it difficult, more so since lots of people don’t follow the popular trends. Where I’m from it’s uncommon to find people straying from convention. Bright colours with multilayered suits and dresses is what the nobility wear with plainer dressed and shirts for commoners. Here, I’ll show you.” Setting his drink aside for now, Isaac pulled his G.O.A.S.T. out of the pouch on his hip and set it on the counter. From it he was able to bring up images of his world taken from balls and busy market places, showing the range of outfits the people wore. “As my father is a duke I am more inclined to the dressier stuff, though through my travels to other worlds has introduced me to more sleek styled suits and clothing.” Much like what he was currently wearing.
Isaac chuckled at her comment, looking to Decim to see if was true. “Indeed. From what I understand only those ‘scheduled’ to be here may enter. I am very lucky to have Decim’s permission to enter so freely.” Though he was always sure to bring a gift, as was polite. His parents had been sure to raise him right when it came to visiting others.
The offer from Quin made Isaac’s eye light up as he suddenly turned towards her. “I would be delighted!” Remembering his manners her turned back to Castra, who seemed to have more clout than Quin or Decim, and asked, “If that’s alright. The world you all do here is very delicate, so I wouldn’t want to be underfoot.”
“I see, I see...” The skull-toting arbiter continued to eye Isaac, gently rolling her neck to release a small crick. “Well, that must be a bit comforting then. I’m sure your employer having complete control wouldn’t bode well for some.” The arbiters didn’t exactly lack free will to the point of brainwashing, thankfully. There was just more of a particular mindset many were encouraged to undertake to make the job easier.
Actually, it may have been brainwashing, in a way. Though, that was a can of worms she wasn’t quite willing to open during her break time.
Onto a lighter subject, the three others present in the bar immediately seemed interested in what their guest had to show them. Even Decim, who had been largely ignoring their conversation, glanced over to see what was happening.
Quin quietly ‘ooh’d at the beautiful fabrics and designs, while Castra pushed her helmet a smidge out of her way to get a proper view. The brunette turned wide-eyed to the young man.
“So you wear stuff like this in your world?” She pointed at one of the noblemen shown in the photographs. “You travel around so much, have you ever started a trend or something? Seems like a lot more fun than seeing the same-old, boring 100 floors every day.” A grin cracks onto her face as she looks back to his photos. “Yeah, yeah... I mean, you have to deal with people more than I do. So I guess there’s that trade-off.” Always the sociable one, isn’t she...
Now actually paying attention to them for the moment, the bartender gave his confirmation with a nod as he picked up another glass to clean.
“As I told you, I am pleased to have your company anytime.” He turned back to his work as they began to talk about the tour. Quin had also finished her liquor and haphazardly slid her glass towards Decim, who easily caught it and placed it down.
The woman in the lab coat yawned and stretched, obviously not caring as much about formalities after a couple of drinks. This earned a disapproving look from Castra, but she let it go in favor of answering his question.
“Unless you ran off purposefully trying to cause trouble, I’m sure showing you around where we work would be interesting for you. Every floor is very different from what you’ve been seeing here at Quindecim.” She pushed herself off of her stool to stand, revealing how short she really was. “Once you’re finished up here, Quin and I can show you what else there is to see.”
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