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Characters: Redglare and everyone
Setting: everywhere (aka anywhere your character might be, she is just wandering around)
Format: i'll match!
Summary: 1NV3ST1G4T1ON because what else does she ever do.
Warnings: possibly some language and/or violence, i'll update this if necessary

[once again the Neophyte found herself wandering the Tower. exploring new floors, exploring old ones, catching a bite to eat in the cafeteria...she might even spend a little time in her own dorm room at some point. who knows what she'll get up to or who she'll run into.]

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[he is the most excellent at being stupidly transparent. but gee wiz, not an answer he's particularly fond of. it's kind of a huge fucking pain in the ass that, despite the grand highblood being a land dweller, he is still higher than him. still. higher. than. him. for stupid reasons, he thinks, and gee if he isn't sorely ticked about that.

the dissatisfaction is clear on his face, the scowl already evident.]

The fact that you're willin' to die in the line 'a duty is... noteworthy.

[but his words are honest.]

[redglare shifts--just a hair--into a stance that is slightly more defensible. just in case. the change is barely noticeable.]

It is a legislacerator's duty to bring criminals to justice. Better to die in the line of duty than suffer a dishonorable death in His Honorable Tyranny's maw, I say.

And we all have very important duties to fulfill, don't you think?

[wow what an intriguing thing to say! why he feels the need to question is so thoroughly regarding such matters, is anyone's guess. but then, why shouldn't he? he has every right to, after all, even if his interest in the first place remains a little eyebrow-raise worthy. he'll chalk it up to boredom.]

Aye, we do.

[stated contemplatively, even. cue the metaphorical beard stroking.]

An' if punishment weren't guaranteed, would you still fulfill that duty? Answer honestly.

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Yes.

[no hesitation.]

[... bravo. he can appreciate that, surely. and as one who thinks himself relatively adept at detecting lies, as a side-effect of having been with spinneret for sweeps, as well as due to his own general paranoia, he can find no qualms with it.]

I see.

One would hope any Alternian citizen could say the same.

Yes.

[his eyebrows knit together for a moment, as if troubled by this. but truly, simply culling those that wouldn't is a thing he's pretty okay with.]

Though, unfortunately, many seem they wouldn't.

A true shame, that.

[he doesn't make to acknowledge her words, only turns away from her to survey the scenes unfolding beneath her feet. he'd observed it for sometime before this encounter, and thus had been able to draw his own conclusions for what they were being shown. the obvious, most pertinent question that would cross most anyone's mind: whether the images showcased were real or unreal.

he knew his thoughts on the matter. a second opinion would do little to change his mind, but he may as well hear any insight. besides, a change in topic was not unwelcome to him, for however long he chose to carry on the conversation in his apparent idleness. he gestures to their surroundings.]

What do you make 'a this?

A morbid illusion, I think.

[or at least she likes to think. after all, did the Tower not also show them visions of Alternia that one time? she's young, allow her some optimism.]

[n o p e. as the ancestor of the prince of no hope, he would rather not allow such a thing to subsist.]

Why?

Most things here are illusion, are they not? Tricks of the mind.

You think are bein' here is an illusion too, then?

Unfortunately, the evidence doesn't point to a solid answer.

[don't make her suggest this is all a dying dream, dualscar. she will go there if you make her speculate.]

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