#lorddevourer

"You're in a safe place, little blue."

Herish had heard tale of these beings; the lost. The dead walking, ever consuming the light of other stars. But right now, the echoes of a fallen star were better than nothing.

*reclines back and examines finger nails* "In the face of written historical context such a perspective would contrast it greatly. And in what is written there is great belief, and in that belief is power. So regardless of if you are right or wrong... that would not be how it's seen. And thus we return to your statement bearing no actual weight or power in this reality.

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A light of humor slipped in her eyes with a soft lift at the corner of her mouth as she rose from her seat. 

“I do have something that should be suitable.“ she walked toward the cabinet at the side of the room, picking the key from atop of it to unlock it. Pulling out a dark glass bottle and pouring an adequate amount of the golden scotch into a cup for each of them. 

Not a common choice for her, but one of preference for a few occasional guests. It also served to have a suitable strength for something stronger. 

Seraphina returned, offering the Lord his glass from the arm of the couch he reclined on. “The studies would have been far more valuable if they were not so one-sided yes. Perhaps not so surprising that even actual history seemed less acute by the lens given. Personally, I was weary of sitting in halls of books reading.”

She took her seat back up after he had accepted the offered drink, taking a small sip of her own and contemplating the flavor. It did seem more palatable than usual. “I preferred learning by action, or at least conversation. Juvenile begrudging against inanimate objects. I preferred science over history, astronomy, physics, biology... zoology... topics of how the universe works, not the choices the people in it make. Everyone has their preferences. 

History is more enjoyed by those who have more time than others to do so. Less need to act, or at least not pressed for the time to do so. Forward momentum, not stagnation.”

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Seraphina’s eyes looked past him to Powehi, gaze soft with admiration.  “They did what was necessary with an unknown enemy. These past few days have been tense, but they haven’t acted out in self-preservation. My only assumption is because of respect or fear of you, or both.“

She turned and began to ascend back up the way they had come. Turning back to wait and see if he would follow. No change in her form, she was not inclined to be more tangible. This form for now removed the pain felt, and she was begrudging to disclose that her efforts were only perpetuating the issue. Disenchanted by the multitude of frustrations she currently felt, she did not want to add another right that very moment.

“What I do not understand is why... why did they come here in search of you, and why they would not move on to find you. I spoke honestly, and yet it was assumed I knew more than I did.“ 

While she managed to keep her expression relatively tranquil, Tess felt something tighten where her tongue connected to her throat. She knew only a few of the off-world dignitaries who took an active interest in Earth, and what little she’d heard of Lord Nero had her seriously concerned about moving any closer to him than was absolutely necessary. She hadn’t gotten the chance to study his temperament from a safe distance and couldn’t be sure he wasn’t the type to take pleasure in making someone like her uncomfortable.

She didn’t have high hopes.

Working up a neutral smile, she stepped toward the indicated seat across from him and slid into it with a relaxed grace she certainly didn’t feel.

“I’m not very familiar with the ship,” she remarked, eyes tracing the outlines of the room (but never once losing track of him). “I’ve only been a... a guest here a handful of times.”

Like every other public room on the Clipper, their surroundings were orderly and sophisticated, favoring white as an accent color while still managing to stay implausibly clean.

The jab about the genocide was as obvious as a car on a hot summer day. He wouldn’t fall for such a simple ploy-- a jab at his emotional baggage. He’d spent too long focusing on such a thing. Far too long. No-- he was not going to let this inky bastard rile him up.

“Yah in my territory.” He responded curtly, shifting to stand as tall as he could, ears twitching. “Earth? Mine. And as for MiM-- we’re practically family. But I doubt somethin’ like you would know a lick about that.” He shifted a hair closer, tilting his head as a smirk crossed his features.