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The First Ideal

[Where most people are frantically out and about, trying to find out where they were and what was going on, a strange green-haired boy was sitting on the fountain, inspecting the "relic" he was given.

As he stares, it's clearly more than the curious gaze of the common person. In his mind, he is deconstructing the object, observing how it fits together, what elements make it function. He carefully moves the wire around, seeing how securely it was placed, then dabs his finger on the exhaust pipe to gauge temperature.]

Strange.

[The observation is almost involuntarily expressed, as N isn't apparently looking for anyone to speak to him about it. He runs his fingers over the seams, wondering if it was fit into place or welded. In a very swift and train of thought mutter,]

This shouldn't work.

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Not that I was still doubting that we come from very different places, but houseki have hardly ever been a secret, so I don't imagine your home exists somewhere in mine.

It's like something out of a story book.

Is it? [it's...a bit hard to picture his home as anyone's fantasy, but then again, it's normal for him. this place seems so much more fantastic, it's bizarre to think he might be the only one absolutely marveling over the relics.]

I would read about worlds like this one, and somewhat like what you describe yours as, when I was young.

I doubt your stories were really much like my world. It's full of war and bigoted fools, and I can't imagine anyone would dream of such a place...

...There were stories like that, too. A lot of the stories given to me were of that nature.

[N looks very upset at the thought of it. Uncomfortably, he tugs on the brim of his hat.]

There's no world without those things so long as they have humans in them.

[he manages a slight smirk, and by his tone it sounds like he's attempting to keep things light.]

You can't blame it all on the humans, you know. The demons have their war hawks as well.

[the expressions slips a little though, and he just shakes his head.]

But much of it is our fault, I suppose.

I still don't know what these "demons" are.

[There's a frustrated tone. He's wondering whether the demons are like Pokemon, and he's fighting the temptation to take their side by default.]

They're people. There really isn't as much as a difference as those that want all the warring to continue would have you believe. They live much longer, perhaps, and their magic is of a different sort, but beyond that they're just the same as humans.

[he's being genuine about all that as well. he certainly hadn't shied away from using yuuri in the past, but he'd never once thought of demons as being monstrous, or somehow lesser beings than humans. and if he had his way -- assuming if ever got out of this place -- he'd have control of all the human lands within a few years, and between him and yuuri, there could be legitimate peace for once.]

Edited (typing error whoops) 2012-04-05 04:32 (UTC)

So they're humans by a different name. You can all speak to each other.

We can. Though the way we write is a little different.

...I'm afraid I don't know much about how humans negotiate with each other.

Aren't you human? [he knew better than anyone that one should assume these things, but given their conversation so far, he'd thought that much was a given.]

I am.

[But whatever the explanation behind it, he seems to clamp up and has absolutely no plans of letting out.]

[ever the diplomat, he notices the blunt silence and tactfully changes course with a smile.]

Well, how humans negotiate with each other really depends on your definition of "negotiate".

...Any definition, really.

[N's voice is quiet and slowed at that statement, sounding a bit ashamed.]

[he just continues smiling, his voice free of any condescension or pity.]

The politicians negotiate, and play nice with plotting each others' downfalls. The soldiers "negotiate" with swords and bloodshed. And then occasionally, there's a kind soul who can negotiate a conversation and wish nothing but the best for those they speak to. Those are a bit rare, though.

Politicians?

The people in power. Lords and rulers and ambassadors, all trying to work with and around each other to gain more power. Don't tell me your world has absolutely no order at all?

...It does. No, I understand.

Team Plasma acted as that. So politicians are the ones who lie and cheat.

Only most of the time.

[and he offers a smile, slightly self-deprecating and meant to ease.]

I suppose it's only fair to tell you that I'm a politician myself.

[It doesn't ease, because now that he knows you're a "politician", he tenses up. Lies, deceit, two faces - he couldn't read you like he could Pokemon. And Pokemon don't lie.

He clamps up, looking rather cold and unsure.]

[his smile slips a little, and it's suppose to gain sympathy -- but he doesn't have to fake it entirely. things like this were the reason he'd never had any friends until yuuri. he'd wanted to do something about that, but it looked like the world just didn't want him having as easy a time as yuuri did with befriending others.]

As I said, only most are like that. I like to think I'm doing some good in the world. And I have a friend who could be called a politician, yet he's the kindest person I've ever met.

...I haven't done well with deception in the past.

[It appears to be his excuse, because he's turning right around and starting to walk away, even if he looks a bit distraught at it.]

What have I lied about?

[but then n is turning his back on him, and he has to steel himself against the disappointment. he's managed for 17 years with little more than belias' company, and he can manage here alone if he needs to. he has his pride, and he's not about to chase anyone down and beg for their trust.

but still, it hurts a little.]

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