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[07:33] <Sept> [TIME: ??? PLACE: THE LOUVRE?]-
[07:33] <Sept> "Mmmmmno." Sept took hold of the painting's frame again and, with effort, lowered it onto the floor with a clang. It was like the whole thing was made out of lead. There were two exits out of the room lined with other blurry paintings and installations. He picked one at random and started dragging the painting towards it, holding it with both hands and walking backwards. Time passed slowly
[07:33] <Sept> as the endless, agonizing screech of metal on marble reverberated through the museum.-
[07:39] <Sept> This room looked better to him. He was getting somewhere, he hoped. The objects here seemed to shift, become more real as he dragged the piece past them, and finally to one of the empty spots on the wall. Sept heaved the painting up with obvious effort, moving side to side as he tried to find the brackets.
[07:48] <@Minaplo> [Just as he found the perfect balance, one of the brackets seemed to give way. Quite unexpectedly, the painting swung -downwards-, all of that heaviness and momentum crushing the frame corner-first into the ground, letting out a massive painful scraping sound.]
[07:59] <Sept> And Sept went down with it, stumbling and ending up on his back by the piece. He hadn't gotten his leg crushed or stuck under it, but he still couldn't figure out why that would sometimes happen. A painful memory his soul was resisting, an incomplete recollection… or just a dumb idiosyncrasy of this place's rules. "Ughh," he groaned his disdain at the empty room.
[08:07] <@Minaplo> [Except the room was no longer strictly empty. Sitting on a bare plinth in the middle of the room, one leg crossed over the other, was Nadiacadenza, watching the fallen frame intently.]
[08:10] <Sept> Sept's frustration was quickly replaced by confusion and trepidation. "…You?"
[08:13] <@Minaplo> [She simply stared at him now instead.]
06[08:17] * Sept slowly turned around and sat up facing her. "You're here?"
[08:17] <@Minaplo> ["Define 'here'."]
[08:19] <Sept> "Here. N-Not in the real world. No one else has… I didn't expect you."
[08:24] <@Minaplo> ["Why not?"]
[08:27] <Sept> "This place is… different. Isn't it? Mine. I have control over it..?"
[08:28] <@Minaplo> ["If you have control over it, did you choose to drop that painting?"]
[08:33] <Sept> "No, the pieces aren't mine. Or, they are, but they're disorganized."-
[08:33] <Sept> "I -thought- I'd hear you."
[08:34] <@Minaplo> ["Define 'hear'."]
[08:37] <Sept> "Sense you come in." He stood up, eyeing the exit closer to him. "No one else has been here."
[08:37] <@Minaplo> ["You did hear me 'come in'." Said Nadiacadenza. "I have been here ever since we reached consensus for the first time."]
[08:44] <Sept> "Clearly," Sept said, tensely. "'consensus' is not what we have. The Louvre is very fragile, and I don't want you to tamper with its contents."
[08:45] <@Minaplo> ["Define 'tamper'."]
[08:49] <Sept> "Your presence or, or your actions here could change the layout, slow down progress, compromise the authenticity of the memories. I -can't afford that-."
[08:51] <@Minaplo> ["Why not?"]
[08:57] <Sept> "Any one of these rooms could save lives once I figure them out. I've made good progress."
[08:57] <@Minaplo> ["Would an increase in rate of progress cause a rise in the number of lives saved?"]
[08:58] <Sept> "I'd hope so," he replied quickly.
[08:58] <@Minaplo> ["Your life?"]
[09:03] <Sept> "Well. That's… I don't know how much I can salvage. I'm prioritising everything about the Seeds and what to do once we -have- the upper hand…"
[09:04] <@Minaplo> ["Upper hand against what?"]
[09:07] <Sept> "Mary. I've recovered things about her, but… she's always been that strong. I don't think I'll find any kind of weakness in the past."
[09:07] <@Minaplo> ["How do you know she's always been that strong?"]
[09:12] <Sept> "I've never seen anyone act like she isn't. Maybe Jeremiah, but…"
[09:15] <@Minaplo> ["Do you trust others over your memories?"]
[09:18] <Sept> "I'm being realistic! There need to be priorities."
[09:20] <@Minaplo> ["One says that your knowledge is pointless if you never gain the upper hand."]
[09:23] <Sept> "…"
[09:28] <@Minaplo> [She stared at him levelly.]
06[09:33] * Sept gave in first, reluctantly. You can't win a staredown if the other side doesn't know there's a competition. "Do you have suggestions?"
[09:35] <@Minaplo> ["You prioritise because you cannot do everything at once."]
[09:36] <Sept> "Of course. That's not a suggestion."
[09:37] <@Minaplo> ["Obtain the ability to do everything at once." Said Nadiacadenza.]
[09:40] <Sept> "And how do I do that? Allow you to help me?"
[09:53] <@Minaplo> ["Yes."]
[09:58] <Sept> "Mmh." Sept crouched down, finally letting her out of his sight for the time being. Digging his fingers under the frame, he slowly lifted the painting and leaned it against the wall. It was still hard to look at, hurting… not his eyes, but definitely -hurting-.-
[09:58] <Sept> "Help me get this one up and I'll consider it."
[10:00] <@Minaplo> ["That does not seem very fair."]
[10:04] <Sept> "Allowing you to touch these without a test does not seem very smart!"
[10:04] <@Minaplo> ["Are you asking me to demonstrate my ability to assist you?"]
[10:05] <Sept> "Yes!"
[10:06] <@Minaplo> ["Why?"]
[10:08] <Sept> "I don't fully understand this place, alright? Like this thing not staying on the wall like it should, I don't know how they'll react to you!"
[10:09] <@Minaplo> ["So this object here is one you are happy to sacrifice." Said Nadiacadenza.]
[10:15] <Sept> "Potentially sacrifice. Maybe it'll be alright. Maybe it'll be salvageable."-
[10:15] <Sept> "And it's being a pain in the ass right now."
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03[10:20] * Syntax is now known as Sept
[10:22] <@Minaplo> ["Is there something I receive in return right now?"]
[10:29] <Sept> "I don't think so. This place is very important to me. It's not a part of any deal we've made."
[10:35] <@Minaplo> ["Is this place not a part of you?"]
[10:36] <Sept> "You could say I'm watching it for someone else."
[10:48] <@Minaplo> ["Who?"]
[10:59] <Sept> "Future me. I'll still need this collection in its entirety. Elisha can make sense of it. Unless I screw it up somehow."
[11:07] <@Minaplo> ["Future 'you' is an extension of present you?"]
[11:20] <Sept> "N… It's not that simple. I look back at any past me and they've- I've done things I regret. I can't say I considered you having access to this place, and it's too important for me to trivially compromise over. And I can't trade you anything in exchange for something I don't understand."
[11:23] <@Minaplo> [Nadiacadenza leapt off the plinth with sublime grace. No- it was as though the universe meant for her to occupy the space she stood now- next to Sera.-
[11:23] <@Minaplo> [She placed her hands on his shoulders.]
06[11:27] * Sept looked at her hands, then back at her face- Tsubaki's face — but that only rarely bothered him, now. "What?"
[11:31] <@Minaplo> ["Lift it."]
06[11:35] * Sept took a ginger step back towards the centre of the frame and, with a final look of hesitation, grabbed it.
[11:44] <@Minaplo> [It… Felt -light-.]
06[12:02] * Sept moved to hang it back up on the wall. Maybe the weight wasn't the problem, it could still be just a rejection issue…
[12:03] <@Minaplo> [He placed it there, and…-
[12:04] <@Minaplo> [It seemed to stay!]
[12:10] <Sept> "Ah." Sept took a step back, looking at the other exhibits as they moved more slowly now, nearly intelligible…
[12:11] <@Minaplo> [… And the instant Sera stepped back, Nadiacadenza took her hands away and the painting instantly fell face-first onto the ground.]
06[12:18] * Sept grimaced at the noise, and eyed the now-empty spot on the wall for a moment. "What is it you did?"
[12:19] <@Minaplo> ["I helped." Said Nadiacadenza. "Albeit in such a way that I could demonstrate my ability to help without granting you a permanent reward for nothing in return."]
[12:24] <Sept> "But is it… what part of me do you influence to do that? I used to think this place existed somewhere between me and 'my soul'. Help me understand."
[12:27] <@Minaplo> [Nadiacadenza stared at him. There was a flash of emotion across her face, unusually. It was an expression of disbelief.]
06[12:28] * Sept immediately took the defensive. "-What-?"
[12:29] <@Minaplo> ["'me and 'my soul''?" She repeated slowly. "Those are the same thing!"]
[12:38] <Sept> "I mean- this is a safer place, where a shitty, manipulated, rescuscitated clone -child- can hope to trust that his memories aren't fabrications! You don't condition a soul, you condition a- a person, a human who belongs to a long fucking line of incarnations!"
[12:45] <@Minaplo> ["Then should you not say 'me and my body'?"]
06[12:46] * Sept considered this, staring her down. "…yes. Agreed."
[12:46] <@Minaplo> [Nadiacadenza stared back at him levelly. She did not blink. She just kept going.-
[12:52] <@Minaplo> ["Simply, this place does seem to be a bridge as you suggest. However, you are finding it difficult. You process memories consciously through your body, and so how you process them can be altered through your 'conditioning'. But memories are stored in you, and come from you. You are finding it difficult because you are not strong enough to bend your body to your will. I temporarily
[12:52] <@Minaplo> gave you greater strength."]
[13:01] <Sept> "…right. I've been trying to gain that strength for a while now. Would you say I'm unable to reach that level on my own?"
[00:52] <Minaplo> ["Define 'on your own'."]
[00:59] <Sept> "Could I have done it in… a few months, or years, if I'd never made any contracts with you? And without re…connecting with the other fragments."
[01:00] <Minaplo> ["Possible, but the odds heavily favour 'no'."]
[01:02] <Sept> "I see. Back to square one, then." With an imaginary breath, Sept re-gathered his thoughts. "Is there a better way I could be going about this?"
[01:03] <Minaplo> ["Do you feel there is a better way?"]
[01:07] <Sept> "Well."
[01:10] <Minaplo> [She stared at him quietly.]
[01:11] <Sept> "Connecting these memories blindly isn't very cost-efficient. There've been entire rooms of… useless things."-
[01:11] <Sept> "Where I'm left to guess if it's incomplete, if I just don't understand it, or if it's burned in for no reason."
[01:12] <Minaplo> ["What if you connected specific memories together that might help you understand or teach you a more efficient method?"]
[01:15] <Sept> "Found out how he- how this was done?"
[01:36] <Minaplo> ["Yes. What you are doing now is the equivalent of an illiterate man trying to make sense of a page of letters with little context. Learn the underlying principle and the rest will unravel."]
[01:47] <Sept> "I'm not entirely unaware of that. It's… somewhat inevitable, yes. Whatever risks it might entail, bumbling around blindly might cost me more."
[01:48] <Minaplo> ["Yes. Either way, this is a bottleneck formed by two parameters- your lack of understanding, and the complexity of the task at hand."]
[01:51] <Sept> "Yeah, I… know that. You're the only one who can efficiently help me with this."
[01:52] <Minaplo> ["Imprecise." Said Nadiacadenza. "There is another who you would find to be more suited to the task."]
[01:53] <Sept> "I don't think I'm ready to talk about it with Ginevre."
[01:54] <Minaplo> [She shook her head. "No. A fellow spirit."]
[01:57] <Sept> "A… I don't follow."
[01:59] <Minaplo> ["You saw us when we first reached consensus." Said Nadiacadenza. "Not all, but many of us you saw. Each form an independent spirit. Each made valuable due to their uniqueness. One of us cannot match every problem. There is another among us who can offer you greater help."]
[02:04] <Sept> "Ah. I'm worried about you as is. This won't endanger the consensus we already have?"
[02:04] <Minaplo> ["No. Since I was not able to agree to consensus with you without the consensus of all of us, we are all bound by previous understandings."]
[02:05] <Sept> "And it won't lend the others any further power, so to say..?"
[02:06] <Minaplo> ["Meeting with another will not."]
[02:11] <Sept> "Well, considering my history, can you tell me what I -could- do to accidentally destroy this relationship?"-
[02:11] <Sept> "Other than dying."
[02:14] <Minaplo> ["No."]
[02:16] <Sept> "You're confident enough that I won't fuck it up by myself."
[02:18] <Minaplo> [She simply stared at him levelly.]
[02:22] <Sept> "Well. Good," Sera moved on smoothly. "What about this other spirit, then?"
[02:23] <Minaplo> ["What about what about this other spirit?"]
[02:25] <Sept> "They're more proficient with psychology? What kind of form would they take in this charade?"
[02:27] <Minaplo> ["It is difficult to explain with the language you understand. This spirit is. Archivist." Said Nadiacadenza slowly.]
[02:32] <Sept> "Perhaps their job is to perform this task for your collective..?"
[02:36] <Minaplo> ["Inadequate explanation." Said Nadiacadenza.]
[02:41] <Sept> "Alright, that's… fine. If they're better for it, they're better for it."
[02:55] <Minaplo> ["I will summon the spirit."]
[02:58] <Sept> "Mm?" Sept was growing more and more tired of the idea of continuing work on the room. "Yes. Go ahead, they probably won't disturb anything with just their presence."
[03:00] <Minaplo> [And so a second later, Nadiacadenza vanished, and a different person took her place.-
[03:02] <Minaplo> [She wore Sera's red coat and feathered hat like Nadiacadenza did, but that's where the similarities more or less ended. This new spirit had straight black hair, with the face framed by meticulously prepared ringlets. She wore an open black robe beneath her coat, and beneath the robe was a dark brown vest worn over a white shirt and a long tartan green and red skirt which fell to her knees. Dark stockings were worn on her legs, and on her feet were a pair of low heels. She held a thick brown book in her hands.-
[03:02] <Minaplo> [She looked just like Elena Clement.]
[03:03] <Sept> "Yes," Sept said, largely to himself.-
[03:03] <Sept> "Yes, why not? Why," he said, "not."
[03:04] <Minaplo> [The new spirit beamed at Sera. It was a magnificent smile, wide and friendly and warm- really warm, fireplace, wrap-Sera-up-all-snug-in-a-blanket-with-soup warm, even.]
[03:06] <Sept> "No!" he retorted, a finger firmly pointed towards her. "You don't- no, it's unacceptable, that's not fucking right, -and- I won't allow it."
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[03:10] <Minaplo> [She stared at him, her eyes narrowing questioningly, her smile fading.]
[03:12] <Sept> "Your appearances. I have a problem with them. Yours in particular."
[03:23] <Minaplo> [She lifted her book and, with her free hand, daintily opened it to a middle page. She held it out to Sera, still open.-
[03:25] <Minaplo> [The pages were blank, but the spirit placed a finger on the left hand side page (Sera's left). Inks seemed to flow across the page from the tip of her finger, forming a coherent sketched image of Sera himself. Having done that, she withdrew her hand and pointedly offered the still-blank right hand page towards him.]
[03:29] <Sept> "Is it my suggestion or… my perception that you want?" He tentatively placed his finger on the blank page.
[07:27] <Sept> With that touch, another figure flowed onto the page. Her stature wasn't unlike Elena's, but that was where the similarities ended. Her hair was a vivid red, flowing neatly to frame her face and tied up in an unruly ponytail behind her. The image looked up at Sept from the page with red-brown eyes set behind thin glasses, lending to her a demeanour reminiscent of Ritsuko — a trend continuing
[07:27] <Sept> with her stark-red collared shirt and darker dress pants.-
[07:28] * Sept blinked at the image for a moment before looking back up at the spirit. "I suppose? I'd be more alright with that option, at least."
[07:31] * CakeyCake is now known as Yanmei
[07:41] <Minaplo> [She smiled warmly at him, then turned the page. Another pair of blank pages were presented to him.]
[07:41] * Suzune (902.721.681.27|enuzuS#902.721.681.27|enuzuS) Quit (Quit: )
[07:55] <Sept> "…you too?" Sera sighed in relief as she was at least humoring him with the request. And at least she already had a name. Another fingerprint, another figure on the page. This one had a smaller build, obscured somewhat by the frilly red dress and mantle she wore. Her arms were covered by the white of her shirt, matching her clean, white hair reaching down nearly to her waist. Her eyes
[07:55] <Sept> were, in contrast, a deep green, framed behind large, round glasses.-
[07:56] * Sept wondered where the glasses were coming from. Because of her name, or because of him…
[07:59] <Minaplo> [She peered down at the image. A moment later her gaze turned towards him, a jolly twinkle in her eyes. With her left hand, she gestured at the last free page.]
[08:18] <Sept> The last Archivist-to-be was of a different breed, looking at home in a fight, perhaps like Amelia. Her frame was more firm and clad all in black - hair, slim hoodie and pants, all streaked with red highlights. She could've easily blended in at a Paris street corner. Perhaps due to Sept's self-awareness, she had no glasses, blue eyes looking up at him from under locks of alternating colors.-
[08:18] * Sept looked up at the spirit again questioningly, saying nothing.
[08:24] <Minaplo> [The Archivist turned the book about so that it was facing her. The page turned back towards the first two images, then back towards the two new ones. It did this several times, until finally she placed her right hand on the image of the girl with white hair.-
[08:26] <Minaplo> [Multiple streams of ink-like fluid rippled up her hand and arm. Within seconds it had flowed across her whole form, erasing the old one, living a vague sketch-like image in place. One second later and the image solidified, and the 'texture' changed so that she was indistinguishable from human.-
[08:27] <Minaplo> [She reached up, clutched a locket of white hair, and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger gently, before letting her hand drop. She beamed at Sera.]
[08:30] * Sept suppressed a grimace as the transformation started, only letting his discomfort manifest as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Well. Thank you. That would've likely caused problems in the long run. Were we somewhere before I stopped us..?"
[08:53] <Minaplo> [She held the book cover-up, balanced on the palm of her left hand. She ran her right hand over the cover, and as her hand moved, the book vanished with it. With her hands free, she reached out, pinched the corners of her skirt and lifted it slightly, kneeling into a curtsey as she did so. She pulled her hands away, a book held firmly in her left hand… Where had it come from? Had it fallen
[08:53] <Minaplo> out when she'd curtseyed?-
[08:55] <Minaplo> [She held the book by the spine. It seemingly opened of its own volition to a pair of illustrated pages. Pages which detailed… The Louvre. This room, in fact. Sera could see himself and the Elena-form Archivist there, rendered in sketch and ink. A second later, the images moved, playing through the events- the Archivist emerging, Sera muttering to her, then freaking out when she smiled.
[08:55] <Minaplo> ]
[09:00] <Sept> "…yes, you can show me the past? Nadiacadenza said you were best suited to helping me understand everything locked here." Sept tried to assume a more relaxed, non-threatening posture again. "Do you intend to act as my guide?"
[09:02] <Minaplo> [She beamed.]
[09:07] <Sept> "Will you-" Sera paused. "I can't read your thoughts," he explained.
[09:08] <Minaplo> [She laughed.-
[09:10] <Minaplo> [She looked utterly joyous as she did so, but even as she laughed, no sound came out of her mouth. A few seconds later, she wiped at her eyes, still grinning, and hugged the book to her chest. She pulled her arms away- the book was gone- and ran her hands through her long hair. It shimmered in the light, possibly distracting Sera- because a left book now sat in her left hand, even though
[09:10] <Minaplo> Sera wasn't sure where'd it come from. Books in her hair…?-
[09:11] <Minaplo> [She opened the book to a very early page and held it out for him to touch. The page was bright and yellow.]
[09:14] * Sept smiled, uncomfortable only at first, as she proceeded with her antics. Without really thinking about it, his eyes tried to track down the source of the books, adding to the sense of ambient confusion.
[09:14] <Sept> Regardless, he reached out to touch the yellow pages.
[09:35] * Sept kept his eyes on the book, expecting something to show up as a slight shiver ran down his spine at contact. "This is your way of… reaching agreements?"
[09:36] <Minaplo> [She gave him a nod. It was a long, slow nod, almost a bow.]
[09:41] * Sept reflexively responded with a slight nod. "You're alright with this way of communication, me just talking?"
[09:42] <Minaplo> [She cheerfully offered the book and its yellow page to him once again.]
[09:45] <Sept> "Terms are usually agreed upon -before- finding consensus," Sera noted, not making a move for the book.
[09:46] <Minaplo> [She stared at him with the big green eyes he saw fit to give her.]
[09:48] <Sept> "You see how that wouldn't be sustainable for me," he smiled back.
[09:50] <Minaplo> [She stared at him for another second longer, before did a single pirouette on the tips of the toes of her right foot. Her hands were above her head, the book gripped between them, but when she stopped and held the book out to Sera again, he'd notice that it was… A different book entirely.-
[09:50] <Minaplo> [She held it out to him, opened it to a blank page, and offered him a quill… Where had that come from?]
[09:54] <Sept> It did bother Sept how blatantly she kept ignoring the rules of what he'd come to think of as his space - even after getting accustomed with the idea of Nadiacadenza, this felt like a step further. He grabbed the quill tentatively.
[09:55] <Minaplo> [As this happened, she held her other hand behind her back and pulled out a second book. It opened by itself, to a picture of a small writing room- table, chair, warm ambient light. She nodded her head at it, and looked at Sera quizzically.]
[09:59] <Sept> "A room for the negotiation..?"
[10:00] <Minaplo> [She beamed, her green eyes twinkling.]
[10:04] * Sept looked at her, trying to discern what moved behind that mask. There was a mute he'd known in Paris. Always seemed smarter than everyone around him. He wasn't sure if that was all that was going on with the Archivist. He put the quill to the blank page, seeing if he had to actually move this one.
[10:10] <Minaplo> [She held her hand over- but not actually on- his one. Very gently, she tapped the image of the writing room again, pointing at him with the same fingers.]
[10:19] <Sept> "You don't need the quill for writing, and that image isn't a recording. Is it an example, like the picture of me?"
[10:25] <Minaplo> [She shook her head. She gestured at his hand, then back at the image, tapping it lightly.]
[10:28] <Sept> "Touch that one?" He reached for it, still looking at the girl.
[10:29] <Minaplo> [Her smile widened at his words.]
[10:31] <Sept> Fine. Touch the different-colored strange book. Sept wasn't sure how this was getting him closer to any secrets, but he'd started out lost and this wasn't, strictly speaking, any worse.
[10:39] <Minaplo> [The instant his finger met the page, something -odd- happened.-
[10:39] <Minaplo> [He felt a rush of liquid colour around him, and a second later he was…-
[10:40] <Minaplo> [Standing in front of a handsome oak desk, in a warm, comfortable office, beneath a glowing yellow light that lit up the whole room. He was inside the picture. It all felt perfectly real.]
[10:46] * Sept felt and looked very off-balance through the change before finding his composure again. "…ah." He took a step toward the wall. "You turned the room into this? Or- no, I don't expect to understand that. What's the purpose of this place?"
[10:47] <Minaplo> [She was next to him- she'd come too. Infuriatingly, she was still holding the book- the one he'd touched! He could even see himself, staring at her, she who was holding the book that-
[10:47] <Minaplo> [That way lay madness.-
[10:48] <Minaplo> [But she smiled and gestured at the book. He saw a sketch appear before his eyes, someone sitting at the desk, writing in a book.-
[10:48] <Minaplo> [… And indeed as he looked at the desk and chair, he'd see that same sketch, sitting in that chair, writing away.-
[10:49] <Minaplo> [A second later the sketch was gone from all images.
[10:49] <Minaplo> ]
[10:51] <Sept> "A space for writing. For recording the things here?"
[10:51] <Minaplo> [She nodded happily.]
[10:54] <Sept> "Is this how everything here was recorded?"
[10:55] <Minaplo> [She shook her head, and gestured at the book he was holding. The pages skipped right to the very front.-
[10:55] <Minaplo> [His name was written at the top in print.]
[10:57] <Sept> "But you think it's how -I- should do it."
[10:59] <Minaplo> [She shook her head slowly, as though unsure. She bowed, and when she stood back up, a different book was in her hands- the book with the two yellow pages. Only now she opened them to a pair of orange ones.]
[11:05] <Sept> "Different colors..?"
[11:28] <Minaplo> [She nodded.]
[11:31] <Sept> "The previous ones were a sign of agreement. These are the same?"
[11:39] <Minaplo> [She sort of hesitated at that, not quite shaking her head.]
[11:43] <Sept> "Mm." Sept placed his index finger on one of the pages, regardless. "A progression of sorts..?"
[12:05] <Sept> "…ah. They're more like messages?"
[12:06] <Minaplo> [She beamed.]
[12:09] <Sept> "Alright, good. And now you want me to use this place to write… what?"
[12:10] <Minaplo> [A curtsey. A book. She cracked it open.-
[12:10] <Minaplo> [An image of Sera talking about finding consensus and sustainability- from a few minutes ago.]
[12:12] <Sept> "The terms of our cooperation?"
[12:15] <Minaplo> [She nodded.]
[12:21] <Sept> "Alright. This might take a while, anyway." He walked over to the desk, set down the book and seated himself. "Would you be satisfied with letting Nadiacadenza take care of it through common consensus?" Get the obvious solution out of the way, first.
[12:21] <Sept> "Of the manner of compensation, that is."
[12:24] <Minaplo> [She nodded.]
06[12:29] * Sept looked back at her. "But what determines the amount of assistance you can give me? You could probably turn this place inside out in an instant if you needed to."
[01:42] <Minaplo> [She beamed, reaching over to tap the book she's given Sera to write in.]
[01:48] <Sept> "However we agree? It'll have to be an ongoing effort… And information and favors are both hard to quantify."
[01:58] <Minaplo> [She simply smiled and stepped back.]
[02:14] <Sept> "Which means we'll have to trust each other like so far." Sept scribbled down the first general agreements - access to memories in exchange for favors.
[21:13] <Minaplo> [She nodded, and quite suddenly there was an empty chair next to him, at an angle so that it was facing towards him and the desk. The Archivist sat in it, one leg folded over the other.]
[21:25] * Sept kept his eyes on the book, playing with the quill. "'Until otherwise agreed, Archivist will assist in the organization of information'? Would that be more convenient than trying to anticipate the requests I might have?"
[21:28] <Minaplo> [She nodded.]
[21:32] * Sept put down the quill and crossed his feet. He turned back to the girl. "I'd assume you already know more than I've ever locked away. Correct?"
[21:34] <Minaplo> [Another small nod.]
[21:35] <Sept> "So I don't particularly need to worry about you having access "
[21:35] <Sept> *
[21:36] <Minaplo> [She shook her head.]
[21:38] <Sept> "Right. You've little to gain and it's too late, anyway. Do you have any requests or suggestions? Things that would make our lives easier?"
[21:53] <Minaplo> [Archivist reached a hand into one of the sleeves of her dress, pulling out what looked like a long paintbrush. She made quick strokes through the air, and the sketch of a long old-fashioned naval whistle formed above the table. She put the brush away and the whistle fell, clunking onto the wooden surface of the desk. It looked quite real.]
[21:55] * Sept glanced at her and went to pick it up to examine it in more detail.
[21:58] <Minaplo> [The whistle was long and thin, made of high quality finely detailed silver. A long silver chain hung from it, intended to be worn around the neck.]
[22:10] <Sept> "Ah. Interesting." He ran his hand across the chain and put it around his neck. "I'll see if I can't make good use of it. We agree on the terms?"
[22:40] <Minaplo> [She nodded, beaming.]
[22:47] <Sept> "No need to complicate it further, then." Sera took one more look through the text and signed the bottom of the page with mostly-legible handwriting.
[23:04] <Minaplo> [Archivist smiled, but didn't seem to do anything else.]
[23:08] <Sept> "Is there a ritual you have for confirming agreements? We usually sign contracts to make them binding."
[23:16] <Minaplo> [She took out the paintbrush again, and made strokes in the air over the book. The sketch of an arm holding a quill- his arm, his quill!- emerged from the tip of the brush. It bent down and mirrored his signature, writing it backwards beneath his own.]
[23:21] <Sept> "Heh, that'll do for me. I hope this leads to something better for the both of us."
[23:30] <Minaplo> [She beamed, nodding in agreement. With a flurry, the book with the 'emotion' pages reappeared, the yellow pages presented outwards.]
[23:36] <Sept> "You don't…" Sera tapped the page, still not sure if he'd got their function right. "Humans usually show their emotions in their expression and body language."
[23:40] <Minaplo> [She blinked twice. Her smile faded for a second. She took a short, mildly huffy breath, then smiled back at him again. Pointedly.]
[23:45] * Sept couldn't help but laugh. He got up out of his chair. "But I understand you either way. I think. Don't worry about it."
[23:47] <Minaplo> [She gave him an enthusiastic nod, her hair bouncing lightly as she did so.]
[23:55] <Sept> "Do you need any time to organise the Louvre, then? Do you rely on my capacity at all?"
[00:08] <Minaplo> [She nodded.]
[00:13] * Sept counter-nodded again and scratched his chin. "Yeah, that's not a problem. I'm getting fresh air anyway."
[00:15] <Minaplo> [She nodded, politely, her hands folded in her lap.]
[00:33] <Sept> "I'll check back soon, then." He hesitated, eyeing the study. "It feels weird to leave this to someone else."
[00:38] <Minaplo> [She nodded, and got to her feet in an elegant swish.]
[00:44] <Sept> "But, again, I guess I've done that before." Sept closed his eyes, still feeling the cool touch of the metal around his neck and on his chest. And in a moment, he was gone from that place.

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