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Dix the Celestial ([personal profile] celestial_dix) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2015-06-15 04:03 pm

Well, that didn't took long.

If one were to pass by the residential district, they may pass by a small Art Nouveau house being inspected by Dix and Tiz.. From the conversation that can be audible, it sounds like Dix is trying to tell Tiz the merits of having a house in the Nexus until they go back to Luxendarc, among other things. Tiz starts out unsure of the idea, but as she explains the practicalities further, he seems to be agreeing with the idea.

When the duo comes out of the house, there's a small grin on their face.

"So!" Dix's soprano voice echoed as she spoke. "Tiz and I are interested in inhabiting this cozy place- until we go back to Luxendarc, and neither of us know when that will happen. I've just got a simple question- does this place use real estate or something like it, or it's just a first come, first serve kinda thing?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: A Man of Wealth and Taste (Default)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-19 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dear lad," a low, syrupy voice replies, as a slender man in a fine suit steps from the shadow of a lamppost. He surely couldn't have fit in there, and yet, "it all depends on the price you're willing to pay. What have you got to offer?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: A Man of Wealth and Taste (Default)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-22 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles thinly. "But how could I warn you, if I wasn't here yet?"

At the introduction, he doffs his hat. "Charmed, I'm sure, to meet you both. Schön W. Freund, at your service."

He hangs his hat on the head of his cane (which appears to be standing upright, unsupported). "I did, indeed, mention prices. More the question thereof, in truth: what are you prepared to offer?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: Now, that's interesting (Oooh)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-22 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He regards the vial with curiosity, but doesn't yet touch it. "Intriguing. And what does this dust do?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: A Man of Wealth and Taste (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, useless outside of a certain place, and without tools and knowledge you think me unlikely to have. With this, you would buy a house?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: A Man of Wealth and Taste (Dull)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-23 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you're employed, that's always promising," he muses. "Still, this on its own isn't quite enough to start you off. Might I suggest a small favor you could do me?"
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: Oh, yes (Smile)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2015-06-23 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Something to save for another month, perhaps," he suggests. From his pocket, he draws a folded piece of paper and a piece of chalk. "The favor is simple: on a building to which I will give you directions, use this piece of chalk to copy over the diagram on this paper. A child could do it."
auspex_caelo: (Intent)

[personal profile] auspex_caelo 2015-06-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Nearby is a fellow in cloak and tunic who appears to be marking out something on a parchment. (It is a sketch map. As he is going to learn, it is also extremely futile.) There's an odd chuckle from beneath his hood at the question.

"Should you encounter any organization or oversight in this place, do let me know," he answers dryly.
auspex_caelo: (Explanation)

[personal profile] auspex_caelo 2015-06-21 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here? Certainly not. But it would be fascinating news." He glances up at the boy, thoughtful for a moment. "I take it that you lack a better alternative."
auspex_caelo: (Observer)

[personal profile] auspex_caelo 2015-06-22 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he hears the voice, but it's the boy's body he sees, and Stratos really doesn't expect such clues to line up with his normal assumptions. Not in the Nexus. He's observed enough to understand that the usual rules don't apply.

Still, he notices the plural pronouns. There's a polite lift of his eyebrows, and then he makes a silent little mental probe. He's no reader of thoughts exactly, only the shape and structure of a mind. Or two in this case.

"Ah. I see." He pans his gaze over the street of oddities. "I suppose there is something in having a base of operations, even here. I hope it remains stable for you."