[And Emet-Selch is quiet for a time, though he doesn't seem to be upset at Tataru's commentary. At least, not in an angry sense, and he distractedly picks at what's left of his muffin without eating it, just breaking off small pieces and leaving them on the plate.]
There's no real solution, is there? Only tragic realities.
[Though he'd never stopped looking tired, the Ascian seems ever more so. He didn't expect to find any kind of answer from Tataru- and really, even if she'd suggested a solution, he would've just scorned it. Just the thought of opening a dialogue- well, that entirely depended on who he was opening a dialogue with. His people were no longer present to speak to, and mortals...
There was nothing worth talking to there.
(Nevermind that he was discussing this with a mortal.)]
People... do tend towards the childish, more often than not. Petulant, short-sighted, incapable of understanding the harm they cause. And sometimes... they overwhelm their parents, will never be given the opportunity to learn better.
[Realizing he's been tearing what's left of his poor muffin apart, he stops, dropping a few crumbs and withdrawing his hand.]
'Tis unfortunate when one shares one's perspective, only to have it come to naught regardless. Where violence becomes the only answer.
I wish I could say that isn't the case...but you're not wrong. Words only have so much weight behind them before they require being backed up by action, whether said actions are violent or not.
[If there was a solution it's one she hadn't found yet, nor is her ego big enough that she thinks she knows what's right when it comes to such a delicate, difficult situation. She was a schemer and problem solver, sure, but she was no diplomat or politician. Such hypotheticals were best left to those like Alphinaud to address.
Still...the state of his muffin doesn't go unnoticed. Clearly this conversation is causing him a bit of stress. That hadn't been her intention. Perhaps she can shift things into a more positive topic.]
Speaking of perspectives and thoughts, have you given much thought as to what I could craft for you?
[She hadn't forgotten and the offer is still, quite clearly, on the table.]
[And the only actions that mattered, the only ones that lingered, were the violent sort. But he doesn't say as much, the continued way he withdraws providing enough of a response.
Had he made a mistake, not using violence against those heroes when he'd first encountered them? In a practical sense... yes. They were undoubtedly weaker then. It wasn't that he regretted giving them a chance, trying to understand and be understood- but in terms of pure effect, it had been the wrong choice. Words had not been enough.
The question draws a blink, expression briefly confused as the new topic sinks in. As he tries to think on whether he'd actually decided on something.]
--I could use another coat, I suppose. A longer one. I don't have any particular style in mind... whatever you think would suit would be acceptable.
[And if he didn't like the result, he just wouldn't use it.]
[There's a sudden glint behind her eyes that's reflected as she takes stock of the man sitting across from her. Already it's obvious that the gears inside her head are turning, ideas filling her head as to what would suit him. Clearly she's excited by the thought, her little hands clapping together.]
Ah...I've full authority then? Ohh...that gives me much to work with, indeed! Any particular colors you're fond of? I know the coat I see you wear is mostly reds, golds and black. Are those colors that are your favourite or have you other shades you prefer?
[That's the sort of glint that would make anyone nervous, and Emet-Selch briefly wondered what he'd given himself over to....
He eats a crumb of his torn-apart muffin before replying. It would surely be fine.]
In this field you're certainly the expert, so I'll leave it to your judgement. But in terms of clothing, yes, those would be my preferred colors. It's hard to go wrong with black as a base, isn't it?
[Amaurotine robes, Ascian robes, his current clothing....]
[Aside from subjecting himself to Tataru's detailed measurement taking it would be fine. She does have impeccable taste, after all. He may or may not have seen the edgelord outfit she'd made their mutual friend before they ended up in the First...if there's anything Tataru knows her hand around it's black fabric.]
You're not wrong at all. Black is a standard, certainly. It suits you well. Some might say it can be gloomy but I think it highlights your pale complexion and golden eye color quite well. I'll have to take your measurements at some point but we can do that later! Ohh...it'll be fun to make you something, Emet-Selch.
[Someone's excited...clearly. Can you blame her though? Tataru's got a thing for showing off leggies when it comes to fashion and Lalafell are sorely lacking in that particular department. Her Garlean friend however is not. The taller he is the more area she has to work with and the more fabric can drape and billow.]
It'll be a fantastic coat, I promise you that. Are you still willing to help source me materials?
[They had looked appropriately edgy on their sudden appearance upon the First....]
I'm relieved you think it suits. My measurements are yours for the taking.
[It's true, he has several lalafells worth of leggies for her to work with. The excitement at the prospect of... making him a thing is slightly amusing though. But if she wanted to, and he would benefit- he had no reason to turn her down.]
And of course. As soon as you've decided on what you need, 'tis little trouble to provide.
It's hard not to be excited though, at least in her opinion. Getting to make new garments for someone she never had before was a thrilling challenge, their frame a blank canvas if you will. Finishing off her muffin she wipes her mouth politely before putting away her dishes, keen to not leave a mess behind.]
It's settled then. I'll make you something extremely dashing. I've quite a few ideas...ohhh maybe I'll make them all. We'll see!
[She claps her hands together, eyes sparkling with determination.]
I'll let you know what I need soon. For now though I won't take up any more of your time. Enjoy the muffins, okay?
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There's no real solution, is there? Only tragic realities.
[Though he'd never stopped looking tired, the Ascian seems ever more so. He didn't expect to find any kind of answer from Tataru- and really, even if she'd suggested a solution, he would've just scorned it. Just the thought of opening a dialogue- well, that entirely depended on who he was opening a dialogue with. His people were no longer present to speak to, and mortals...
There was nothing worth talking to there.
(Nevermind that he was discussing this with a mortal.)]
People... do tend towards the childish, more often than not. Petulant, short-sighted, incapable of understanding the harm they cause. And sometimes... they overwhelm their parents, will never be given the opportunity to learn better.
[Realizing he's been tearing what's left of his poor muffin apart, he stops, dropping a few crumbs and withdrawing his hand.]
'Tis unfortunate when one shares one's perspective, only to have it come to naught regardless. Where violence becomes the only answer.
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[If there was a solution it's one she hadn't found yet, nor is her ego big enough that she thinks she knows what's right when it comes to such a delicate, difficult situation. She was a schemer and problem solver, sure, but she was no diplomat or politician. Such hypotheticals were best left to those like Alphinaud to address.
Still...the state of his muffin doesn't go unnoticed. Clearly this conversation is causing him a bit of stress. That hadn't been her intention. Perhaps she can shift things into a more positive topic.]
Speaking of perspectives and thoughts, have you given much thought as to what I could craft for you?
[She hadn't forgotten and the offer is still, quite clearly, on the table.]
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Had he made a mistake, not using violence against those heroes when he'd first encountered them? In a practical sense... yes. They were undoubtedly weaker then. It wasn't that he regretted giving them a chance, trying to understand and be understood- but in terms of pure effect, it had been the wrong choice. Words had not been enough.
The question draws a blink, expression briefly confused as the new topic sinks in. As he tries to think on whether he'd actually decided on something.]
--I could use another coat, I suppose. A longer one. I don't have any particular style in mind... whatever you think would suit would be acceptable.
[And if he didn't like the result, he just wouldn't use it.]
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Ah...I've full authority then? Ohh...that gives me much to work with, indeed! Any particular colors you're fond of? I know the coat I see you wear is mostly reds, golds and black. Are those colors that are your favourite or have you other shades you prefer?
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He eats a crumb of his torn-apart muffin before replying. It would surely be fine.]
In this field you're certainly the expert, so I'll leave it to your judgement. But in terms of clothing, yes, those would be my preferred colors. It's hard to go wrong with black as a base, isn't it?
[Amaurotine robes, Ascian robes, his current clothing....]
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You're not wrong at all. Black is a standard, certainly. It suits you well. Some might say it can be gloomy but I think it highlights your pale complexion and golden eye color quite well. I'll have to take your measurements at some point but we can do that later! Ohh...it'll be fun to make you something, Emet-Selch.
[Someone's excited...clearly. Can you blame her though? Tataru's got a thing for showing off leggies when it comes to fashion and Lalafell are sorely lacking in that particular department. Her Garlean friend however is not. The taller he is the more area she has to work with and the more fabric can drape and billow.]
It'll be a fantastic coat, I promise you that. Are you still willing to help source me materials?
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I'm relieved you think it suits. My measurements are yours for the taking.
[It's true, he has several lalafells worth of leggies for her to work with. The excitement at the prospect of... making him a thing is slightly amusing though. But if she wanted to, and he would benefit- he had no reason to turn her down.]
And of course. As soon as you've decided on what you need, 'tis little trouble to provide.
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It's hard not to be excited though, at least in her opinion. Getting to make new garments for someone she never had before was a thrilling challenge, their frame a blank canvas if you will. Finishing off her muffin she wipes her mouth politely before putting away her dishes, keen to not leave a mess behind.]
It's settled then. I'll make you something extremely dashing. I've quite a few ideas...ohhh maybe I'll make them all. We'll see!
[She claps her hands together, eyes sparkling with determination.]
I'll let you know what I need soon. For now though I won't take up any more of your time. Enjoy the muffins, okay?