Xiulan draws a tablet out of a pocket as Sasha goes over names and skills, tapping out some initial thoughts. Find out who's qualified to handle the moth's weaponry for one. She feels herself settling into the focus the discussion brings, distancing other concerns behind mental walls rearranging themselves like one of this universe's variable layouts. Like pushing herself too much in a workout, it's a distraction. Her world is made of them these days.
Her fingers still at mention of Jedao. She sorts through scant prior references and a less than stellar briefing from Ashari, arriving at a verdict of Little Sense Made. "That's him, standing by Alaric?" She hasn't made it over there yet, but she had certainly taken note of his entrance to the room.
"I'm not from somewhere that has the heptarchate or hexarchate or anything like it," she says, looking back at Sasha. "Add in all the timeline...weirdness, and I'm just going to ask it; it's too important a thing to make assumptions about. Why aren't they going to be comfortable with him? As in, the him standing over there, not someone else. And will anyone else have the same problem?"
She can practically see the eyebrow raise in her mind's eye, but swats it away before the face it's on can fully form. Things aren't simple here and she's in no mood to imagine hearing otherwise from someone deluded in thinking anything had ever been 'simple'.
(And even so, she can feel herself carefully not thinking about other implications of timeshifting. About implications that could be possibilities. Because that's another trap of thinking things simple: they're not.)
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Re: I hope you weren't planning to enjoy this party - Xiulan and Sasha
Date: 2020-01-18 06:03 pm (UTC)Her fingers still at mention of Jedao. She sorts through scant prior references and a less than stellar briefing from Ashari, arriving at a verdict of Little Sense Made. "That's him, standing by Alaric?" She hasn't made it over there yet, but she had certainly taken note of his entrance to the room.
"I'm not from somewhere that has the heptarchate or hexarchate or anything like it," she says, looking back at Sasha. "Add in all the timeline...weirdness, and I'm just going to ask it; it's too important a thing to make assumptions about. Why aren't they going to be comfortable with him? As in, the him standing over there, not someone else. And will anyone else have the same problem?"
She can practically see the eyebrow raise in her mind's eye, but swats it away before the face it's on can fully form. Things aren't simple here and she's in no mood to imagine hearing otherwise from someone deluded in thinking anything had ever been 'simple'.
(And even so, she can feel herself carefully not thinking about other implications of timeshifting. About implications that could be possibilities. Because that's another trap of thinking things simple: they're not.)