It can come with perks. But generally being vaulted to the top of the "would like to eat" list isn't ideal.
I was looking for information. It seemed like it could give us something.
[ He isn't defensive of his methods, even if they aren't digestable to everyone. Arthur knows what he's good at and how he can make use of those skills. ]
[ He doesn't really waste time getting to the track. While over-eager has never been one of his strongest traits, intense curiosity is. And he wants to know if there's anything this scarab can yield. The warnings he'd gotten on the network echo around in his head– the longer he holds onto it, the more it could pose a threat.
When he gets to the track, he hangs near the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd for anyone else who's human. ]
[ She's spent plenty of time here before. It was once a spot for her combat training with an fellow recruit. The repetition of such an appointment helps her recognize some of the faces who come and go from this place: it's a recurring vice after all.
She's standing near the back of the stands when she notices one man lingering. He seems purposeful enough to approach. If she's wrong, she assumes she'll merely be dismissed. ]
[ As she approaches, he carefully watches her out of the corner of his eye. Her steps are purposeful, which means this is either who he's here to meet or he's about to have a very awkward conversation.
Thankfully, it's the former.
Arthur pulls himself away from the wall, holds his hand out in a real greeting. Sure, they're all part of the same cell and they've sort of gone over introductions, but it doesn't hurt. ]
[ She shakes his hand firmly and with confidence. It's grown now that she can place a face to the name. Though young, this young man looks like he's precise in every manner of his appearance. He's also never contested the venue or any deviation from it. It's not a gleaming quality of instant and undevoted faith, but the impulse and pride of her fellow recruits have let her know it's not a guaranteed cooperation. ]
Everyone here is caught up in their money more than anything else. We'll be safe.
[ Her handshake is confident, just long enough. Arthur's thankful that she seems to have a good head on her shoulders, having them meet out in an area too busy to pay attention to small dealings. While he hasn't known William long, his opinion of him and the company he keeps has gone up a notch. ]
Or in their losses.
[ He shoots her a small smile before pulling out the little scarab, presenting it with an open palm. ]
I've tried connecting it to our BCE to give it a jolt, but it doesn't react. At least not outwardly.
[ She's not eager to take the artifact, satisfied instead to survey it from afar while it's still in his hand. Her head tilts slightly, eyes focused intently on the object. ]
You're sure it holds power? Electronic?
[ It's a strange concept to her still, but COST has expanded her vocabulary and understanding in several ways. ]
I understand William produced something from his statue with his blood. It seems some of these artifacts have strange tastes much like the natives.
The only thing I'm certain of is that it doesn't react to the BCE. And even that's up in the air.
[ Because there could be something he's missing. Some kind of command or otherwise. He's about 90% sure it isn't compatible though and doesn't want to waste time trying to brute force it in that manner. ]
Blood?
[ Ok, that he wasn't expecting. Arthur glances down at the innocuous seeming scarab, brows knitting together briefly. If it does react, well, the Regency has some fucked up taste. ]
Are we talking a small cut or something slightly more substantial?
[ Not that he thinks William would be willing to bleed a liter all over an artifact. But the man had participated in the arena, which takes some measure of crazy. ]
[ William has his curiosities, but there's something tentative about him: a reliable sense of preservation. Often it projects onto her, him being insistent on staying out of anything potentially dangerous. She knows it comes from a good place. The more she learns about combat herself, the more she's inclined to follow his mentality. ]
He's very careful. This situation he's in is... unusual for him.
[ Death being reduced to a situation is....obviously odd, and yet here they are. ]
[ There's a little bit of relief he feels at the reassurance and his shoulders drop some of their tension. Ok, so William wasn't totally off his rocker. ]
Yeah, he doesn't seem like he takes unnecessary risk. Even for curiosity's sake.
[ Because he was definitely curious and that was something Arthur could respect. He asked questions, lots of them, trying to get to the bottom of whatever it was. It's a commonality between them. Where Arthur had developed that sense from his work, mostly, maybe William has always been like that. ]
What, the whole coming back from the dead? That's unusual for most people.
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I was looking for information. It seemed like it could give us something.
[ He isn't defensive of his methods, even if they aren't digestable to everyone. Arthur knows what he's good at and how he can make use of those skills. ]
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Are you free to meet?
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Where?
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I have an item that could use some assessing as well.
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See you there.
[ He doesn't really waste time getting to the track. While over-eager has never been one of his strongest traits, intense curiosity is. And he wants to know if there's anything this scarab can yield. The warnings he'd gotten on the network echo around in his head– the longer he holds onto it, the more it could pose a threat.
When he gets to the track, he hangs near the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd for anyone else who's human. ]
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She's standing near the back of the stands when she notices one man lingering. He seems purposeful enough to approach. If she's wrong, she assumes she'll merely be dismissed. ]
Blake?
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Thankfully, it's the former.
Arthur pulls himself away from the wall, holds his hand out in a real greeting. Sure, they're all part of the same cell and they've sort of gone over introductions, but it doesn't hurt. ]
Miriam, yeah? Thanks for meeting me.
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Everyone here is caught up in their money more than anything else. We'll be safe.
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Or in their losses.
[ He shoots her a small smile before pulling out the little scarab, presenting it with an open palm. ]
I've tried connecting it to our BCE to give it a jolt, but it doesn't react. At least not outwardly.
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You're sure it holds power? Electronic?
[ It's a strange concept to her still, but COST has expanded her vocabulary and understanding in several ways. ]
I understand William produced something from his statue with his blood. It seems some of these artifacts have strange tastes much like the natives.
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[ Because there could be something he's missing. Some kind of command or otherwise. He's about 90% sure it isn't compatible though and doesn't want to waste time trying to brute force it in that manner. ]
Blood?
[ Ok, that he wasn't expecting. Arthur glances down at the innocuous seeming scarab, brows knitting together briefly. If it does react, well, the Regency has some fucked up taste. ]
Are we talking a small cut or something slightly more substantial?
[ Not that he thinks William would be willing to bleed a liter all over an artifact. But the man had participated in the arena, which takes some measure of crazy. ]
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[ William has his curiosities, but there's something tentative about him: a reliable sense of preservation. Often it projects onto her, him being insistent on staying out of anything potentially dangerous. She knows it comes from a good place. The more she learns about combat herself, the more she's inclined to follow his mentality. ]
He's very careful. This situation he's in is... unusual for him.
[ Death being reduced to a situation is....obviously odd, and yet here they are. ]
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Yeah, he doesn't seem like he takes unnecessary risk. Even for curiosity's sake.
[ Because he was definitely curious and that was something Arthur could respect. He asked questions, lots of them, trying to get to the bottom of whatever it was. It's a commonality between them. Where Arthur had developed that sense from his work, mostly, maybe William has always been like that. ]
What, the whole coming back from the dead? That's unusual for most people.