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[golden_ratio]

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[untiltheend]

[Right after this nonsense, Sebastian wanders over to whatever station Erskine is working at.]

Your pardon, Mr Ravel, but may I ask a favour?

[golden_ratio]

[Erskine has been dicing fruit for a fruit salad, ignoring the unimportant yelling. He turns at Sebastian's question.]

Of course - should I call your Mr. Sebastian? [The man is more or less his boss, after all.]

[untiltheend]

That is fine.

[Sebastian IS his boss, after all.]

It is ridiculous, but... would you please reassure me you are, in fact, an adult?

[golden_ratio]

[He glances over at the other kitchen workers that he's sure have prompted Sebastian's question.]

No, I understand. I can promise that I'm an adult.

I even know how to cook eggs.

[untiltheend]

Without burning them?

[golden_ratio]

Without anything getting close to catching on fire. I'm rather good at eggs, actually. I can make a generally approved of omelet.

[untiltheend]

[/criel with relief-- Okay, no. But he does draw a sigh of tentative relief.]

Should I at any time be unavailable during breakfast, goodness forbid... would you please do your best to ensure the kitchen does not catch on fire? In such a scenario the safety of the kitchen will rest entirely on your shoulders.

[Not the slightest bit dramatic.]

[golden_ratio]

I understand.

I promise I'll do everything I can.

[Never let it be said that he doesn't full commit to drama.]

Text, a few days after the Breach

[outside_world]

[Ouni doesn’t come out of his cabin for a few days after he wakes up in his own — body? Reality? He doesn’t know what to call it. All he knows is that his other self had used its ability to kill. Its desperation had translated itself into something too close to his real experiences.

He stays in his cabin for a few days, trying to sort through the mirrored memories. When they don’t become anything that makes sense, he decides to try to do something about problem he can see. He opens his communicator and goes through the Network records until he finds the other magician’s name.]

if you want to see my ability, i can show you. i live in 501.

[He doesn’t want to do this. But it will pull him back to reality and pass the time until whatever is wrong with his memories goes away.]

Re: Text, a few days after the Breach

[golden_ratio]

[Erskine doesn't believe in the concept of being too curious for your own good. Especially not here. So he responds quickly.]

I'd like that. I'll see you soon.

[He knocks on Ouni's door, interested in what he might find.]

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[outside_world]

Ouni’s cabin is mostly bare. The place he used to call home has adapted to fit the Barge, but is unchanged other than that.

By the time he opens the door, his aura is already hovering in the air next to him, fragments of the symbol scattered across his skin like tattoos. He doesn’t like the feeling of it hanging unattached to an object, but feeling it connected to his body is all he needs.

[voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[abyssalflames]

It seems I am to be your warden for the month. When would be a suitable time to meet?

[voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[golden_ratio]

I work on the breakfast shift, but otherwise my schedule is rather flexible. So, whenever you want, I suppose.

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[golden_ratio]

"Hello," Erskine says. He doesn't see a reason to be impolite. The cabin strikes him as pretty depressing - which doesn't strike him as surprising.

He takes in Ouni's aura, fascinated. "I take it this is what you wanted to show me?" He thinks it's beautiful, though he keeps that to himself, at least for the moment.

[voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[abyssalflames]

Tomorrow at midday then, unless you should have further objections?

Re: [voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[golden_ratio]

Or first objections, even.

Tomorrow at midday sounds grand. Where would you like to meet?

[voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[abyssalflames]

The greenhouse seems a suitably neutral location.

Re: [voice; backdated to just after the flood]

[golden_ratio]

I'll meet you there.

[As promised, Erskine is waiting in the greenhouse the next day.]

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[abyssalflames]

[Never much one to tolerate being late, even in himself, Lahabrea arrives not long after, his customary robes and mask a far cry from anything he might have worn in the breach. To say nothing of the fact that he's markedly older. But neither is it anything he means to call attention to - it's not relevant to the situation at hand.]

Erskine Ravel?

[It's meant mostly as a confirmation that he has the right person, though the formality of using both first and last name may do a great deal to further paint a picture of who Lahabrea is as a person.]

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[golden_ratio]

[Erskine grins at him.]

That's me, hi. You're Lahabrea, right? It's nice to meet you.

[outside_world]

I’m not doing this for you, he thinks. He’s doing it so he can remember what’s real and what isn’t. “Yes.”

[abyssalflames]

I am.

[There's a nod with the answer, meant both as confirmation and as something like 'likewise' in answer to the second of Erskine's comments.]

I will not ask you to like me, though I would ask after your expectations for this pairing.

[golden_ratio]

I'm not really sure.

[He admits, freely.]

I've never been 'paired' before. I haven't set any expectations.

[abyssalflames]

[There's a nod in answer, solemn but understanding.]

As I see it, the role of a Warden is to guide those under their care towards whatever they require to meet the Admiral's conditions. Something I do not foresee any managing in but one short month. Thus it becomes a matter of doing what I may to ensure a minimum of the sorts of difficulties to which the Barge is prone.

[golden_ratio]

[He nods in return.]

I appreciate that. I don't believe that I'll need much help, but then, I haven't been here long.