Val sets to the locks with a smile. Of course, Ellis should not see this smile--he has been cautioned not to look, after all, at this very particular and secret combination--but even so, the smile is likely evident in his voice.
"In fact we have done some very excellent work together, the two of us, and I am sure that we will do very excellent work together in future. Perhaps even more excellent. As I understand it, you have been something of a partner in the works of the mademoiselle as well? But not, I think, an instigator of new works. At least not that I am aware of. Is this an incorrect assumption?"
The locks shuffle and click; a key clacks. One, then two, then three and four, and so on, and the door opens with a deep creak.
But then, absurdity seems to be baked into the fabric of Val de Foncé. So Ellis takes that in stride, because he has learned that there is very little point to commenting upon it.
"No, it isn't."
There is something. The beginning of a thing. But Ellis doesn't know what he might do with it, and he is reluctant to discuss it with Wysteria, nevermind Val.
"You helped her. With the gun."
A half-question. He knows Val had contributed. And Ellis has seen the completed project, held it in his hands. It had been good work. Wysteria had been glowing over it, triumphant. Ellis knows it to be worthy of all that joy and more.
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Val sets to the locks with a smile. Of course, Ellis should not see this smile--he has been cautioned not to look, after all, at this very particular and secret combination--but even so, the smile is likely evident in his voice.
"In fact we have done some very excellent work together, the two of us, and I am sure that we will do very excellent work together in future. Perhaps even more excellent. As I understand it, you have been something of a partner in the works of the mademoiselle as well? But not, I think, an instigator of new works. At least not that I am aware of. Is this an incorrect assumption?"
The locks shuffle and click; a key clacks. One, then two, then three and four, and so on, and the door opens with a deep creak.
also give me antiva stuff or else :knife:
But then, absurdity seems to be baked into the fabric of Val de Foncé. So Ellis takes that in stride, because he has learned that there is very little point to commenting upon it.
"No, it isn't."
There is something. The beginning of a thing. But Ellis doesn't know what he might do with it, and he is reluctant to discuss it with Wysteria, nevermind Val.
"You helped her. With the gun."
A half-question. He knows Val had contributed. And Ellis has seen the completed project, held it in his hands. It had been good work. Wysteria had been glowing over it, triumphant. Ellis knows it to be worthy of all that joy and more.