[Perhaps one day there will simply be a bean bag chair in this underground bunker, perhaps the perfect size for a Rio, who can predict the future... who knows.
Palamedes pauses to move his mental pin of Jayce, mystery man out of "very Third" and into "quite Fifth, actually." A bleeding heart, full of sappy - yeah, for sure.]
I've got more than enough patience for 'not very good at that,' don't worry. [Shoutout to Harrowhark, who embodies 'not very good at that' and provides excellent practice.] Besides, now I know I can ply you with sugar whenever the situation is dire.
[His first thought about Piltover, however, is that three hundred years is even shorter than "relatively young" - it's barely a scratch in the grand scheme of things, when the Empire is ancient to a degree that's near impossible for a single individual to comprehend, and so ironically it's a much shorter city tenure that distracts him for a bit. Huh.
The rest — sucks, it sucks, but it recontextualizes a handful of things Viktor has mentioned prior to now. He wonders if the common thread of all worlds ending in this one is large scale cruelty; Viktor's undercity, the Empire's endless war, the massive slaughter he's heard about from others all smashed through a drain into this, a blood-soaked pit with an ocean full of souls. A polluted scrap of city barely holding its head above the blood spilled.
Cool thing for everyone to have in common. He taps the wrong end of his spoon against the table's edge, leaning the weight of his head into his other hand, propped up on his elbow. Hmm.]
The miners' gloves, [he says with a slight nod, as if to say ah, yes - now it's abundantly clear why that project was among the earliest. Funnel the rich people's money straight into the wellbeing of those in need, oh yes, he's all for this concept.] Water and air purification... It's a shame your work had to be interrupted.
[Privilege manifests differently in the Nine Houses, and Palamedes is aware that his life on the Sixth, while in a clustered little cake tin of a Library, has been better in myriad ways compared to the Seventh, or the Ninth — honestly compared to quite a few other Houses. Still, he can spot injustice at fifty paces, and he's pretty easy to radicalize — like right now! Perhaps if the rich were chewed up and spat out, or something like that.
Things to consider. Now that he can piece together that "toxic fumes" were not from a mere accident that made Viktor sick, too — things to consider!]
Do you want to talk about it? Living there. [patience—] I'll listen.
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Palamedes pauses to move his mental pin of Jayce, mystery man out of "very Third" and into "quite Fifth, actually." A bleeding heart, full of sappy - yeah, for sure.]
I've got more than enough patience for 'not very good at that,' don't worry. [Shoutout to Harrowhark, who embodies 'not very good at that' and provides excellent practice.] Besides, now I know I can ply you with sugar whenever the situation is dire.
[His first thought about Piltover, however, is that three hundred years is even shorter than "relatively young" - it's barely a scratch in the grand scheme of things, when the Empire is ancient to a degree that's near impossible for a single individual to comprehend, and so ironically it's a much shorter city tenure that distracts him for a bit. Huh.
The rest — sucks, it sucks, but it recontextualizes a handful of things Viktor has mentioned prior to now. He wonders if the common thread of all worlds ending in this one is large scale cruelty; Viktor's undercity, the Empire's endless war, the massive slaughter he's heard about from others all smashed through a drain into this, a blood-soaked pit with an ocean full of souls. A polluted scrap of city barely holding its head above the blood spilled.
Cool thing for everyone to have in common. He taps the wrong end of his spoon against the table's edge, leaning the weight of his head into his other hand, propped up on his elbow. Hmm.]
The miners' gloves, [he says with a slight nod, as if to say ah, yes - now it's abundantly clear why that project was among the earliest. Funnel the rich people's money straight into the wellbeing of those in need, oh yes, he's all for this concept.] Water and air purification... It's a shame your work had to be interrupted.
[Privilege manifests differently in the Nine Houses, and Palamedes is aware that his life on the Sixth, while in a clustered little cake tin of a Library, has been better in myriad ways compared to the Seventh, or the Ninth — honestly compared to quite a few other Houses. Still, he can spot injustice at fifty paces, and he's pretty easy to radicalize — like right now! Perhaps if the rich were chewed up and spat out, or something like that.
Things to consider. Now that he can piece together that "toxic fumes" were not from a mere accident that made Viktor sick, too — things to consider!]
Do you want to talk about it? Living there. [patience—] I'll listen.