Elizabeth (
tearmeanewone) wrote2013-05-09 09:58 pm
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rendez-vous + APPOINTMENT POST
[This is an appointment post for Elizabeth at
luceti.]
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[Strangely enough, it was a little comforting to realize Rosalind was telling Elizabeth to tie her hair back as to avoid setting it on fire instead of doing her hair before trudging out to a desert.]
[She shouldn't find the story of Rosalind setting herself on fire comforting.]
But you put it out, didn't you?
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[she finishes a rather pretty, broad bow and sets to pinning the rest, leaving the moral unspoken. It's a story with several morals, anyway, and Elizabeth's very nature is to fish about in ambiguity and find precisely what will serve her best.]
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[Maybe it was more of a metaphor then...]
So... you're saying that if I become too engrossed in one thing, I won't notice my hair's caught fire? So to speak?
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[On a more pragmatic note, she highly doubts that the girl has much more than the practical essentials of managing her own hair. But she hardly would have come in on this little errand just for that.]
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[She fidgets slightly with her hands, but keeps her head still while Rosalind works.]
I'm guessing this is about Gai, then...?
[Elizabeth automatically applies the story to a wider event, and she can see herself getting into trouble because she's too focused on Gai and taking care of him. Robert must have told her, but Elizabeth had to wonder for a moment if this meant Rosalind was... concerned?]
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If I meant to speak of one thing, I would have saved both of our time and done so. Parable is the vehicle of broader ideas.
[She finishes twisting the last lock and pinning it into place, and steps back, looking over her work with an appraising eye.]
Finished.
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[Mission aside, Elizabeth had a feeling it was going to be a very rough road discovering all of the ways Robert and Rosalind were completely unalike. She shouldn't be leaving Booker alone with them, not when she was having enough difficulty assimilating to Rosalind's presence.]
I can't think of anything else that would distract me like that, though. I've always been alert during a fight before...
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[Rosalind is perhaps twenty-four hours in this world, but the vital information may be absorbed within the course of an hour or two, and she has a few decades' advantage over Elizabeth when it comes to thinking through new situations and facing adversity. She's learned that when racing into the unknown, one cannot afford a narrow view.]
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Would you run into something unfamiliar if Robert were about to?
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[It may be a slightly coy answer, but the circumstances are so different that Rosalind frankly doesn't feel she owed them perfect gravity. She's followed Robert into uncharted territory more than once, anyway, just as he has done for her.]
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[But, it was better than 'You'll be fine' and 'Don't worry'. Flippant reassurances did little for her nowadays.]
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It was. To support him is in part a simple matter of self-interest, but not entirely. [She studies the floorboards for a moment, thoughtfully, eyebrows lifting and head canting to the side after a second, as if in allowance of the argument she knows Robert would make.] Really, everything we do is ultimately a matter of selfishness. We seek pleasure and flee pain. What we call character is simply a matter of what brings us satisfaction, and how deeply we fear.
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Robert seemed very lost without you, Miss Lutece. [She tilted her head up at the other woman, curious but hesitant.] Are you afraid of losing him?
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Worry is a waste of time. [She still isn't looking at Elizabeth as she answers, and certainly that is telling enough, the way she studies the middle distance with lidded eyes.] I cannot imagine a way he could be taken from me that I, with sufficient forethought, might prevent.
[She almost leaves it at that - another incomplete answer, another enigma. But then, on some silent and unspoken impulse, she does not.]
I find it difficult to imagine life without him, though.
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I won't worry, then. [She smiles slightly at Rosalind, hands resting properly on her knees.] That energy is better spent on preventing things, right?
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[And just like that , Elizabeth comes right back to practicality, to simplicity, to sense. A neat little circle, reason to emotion to reason, and there's something perfectly-suited about how cleanly she ties it all together.
The common strain of humanity is a crude and unsatisfying thing, to Rosalind, who has always been drawn to the undreamed-of. But after everything that's happened, seeing dozens of dozens of iterations of the girl, there is an unanticipated, quiet pleasure in these quiet suggestions that Elizabeth is exceptional in a way unlike any of the men or women who have brought her to this point.
Perhaps it should not be so unanticipated. Rosalind, after all, has always gravitated toward the exceptional. She glances back at last, pushing lightly off the desk and clasping her hands in front of her.]
Preventing what you do not desire, and pursuing what you do. Not that you seem to have especial trouble with either.
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[That was a sort of off-color joke, Rosalind might appreciate it? Strangely enough, Elizabeth doesn't mind Rosalind's extreme practicality on most things. Booker had a tendency to view things in a purely pessimistic way, and Robert and Gai would only tell her everything would turn out for the best. Rosalind was obviously the middle ground, and seeing that variation makes her smile in the face of walking into the unknown.]
I'll be in a desert, apparently. What can you tell me about deserts?
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The warm sort? That they know no forgiveness. Be as ready for the cold of night as you are for the heat of day. Drink as much water as you can bear. Keep the sun from your skin.