[oh they actually really might be philosophically opposed
Anyway, Cantarella fixes him with a polite smile. The reverberations of the dead do linger, especially when shattered so abrupty. She has to wonder if he can hear them, given his unique talents.]
A boulder that began rolling long ago has more momentum, but it can still be stopped. I don't put much stock in unbreakable fate...but it's a rare person who can change everything.
[How right she is. Hers is a sharp mind, one Lobelia makes note to watch carefully. They may stand at odds in philosophy, but that hardly means this woman is anything less than a credible threat. There is poison in her gaze, a silent death that steels itself against Lobelia's heart. Don't slip. Not around her.]
Mm... a shame I do not specialize in physics or kinesthetics, oui? Were I more versed, I might measure such a thingβ given enough information. But I imagine you would care very little for baseless speculation. Better, then, to assume I know nothing at all.
No, your field of interest is sound and all that it encompasses, and I can't ask for any more than that from you.
[Despite his initial delight at violence, Lobelia seems more in tune with the lingering loss of the dead than it might once have seemed. The obvious question—what cries they leave behind—is there, but Cantarella chooses a different way, as she is often wont to do.]
The bitter weather brought a bitter wind. What is it saying to you?
[How gracious Cantarella is. Lobelia can't help but be charmed, though it doesn't distract him from her question. Lobelia tips his head back, closes his eyes as if to better recall the sounds he'd heard.]
...A mix of things. Some of it, naturellement, was nonsensical. As for the rest... a warning, perhaps? If not for me, then for the rest of you.
A warning? [How very curious. Cantarella hums, the tenor of her voice pensive. Just what could the wind know that such a warning would be in its whisper?]
That's much gentler than being grabbed and pushed all over the place I've found remnants rarely make sense, given that what's left over is never fully whole. It's difficult to interpret a warning if you don't know what you're hearing.
It's much more than unease. [She tilts her head to the side.] And I imagine it would be much more so, were not haunted by the constant specter of familiarity. Strip the trappings, and the very air itself feels somewhat hsotile.
That it does. And it's hard to imagine that hostility will abate as time goes on. These last few weeks have proven that the stakes have only continued to rise.
Accelerating, just like a boulder rolling down a hill.
[It all comes back to the escalation.]
We might be coming close to something tender, all the rot bubbling up to the surface. Why do I have the feeling you'll be the first one to notice if we do? [Which is a little concerning, if one of their knowledgeable researchers might be tacitly vulnerable to shifts in the environment, but why does she also have the feeling that he'd just make light of it?]
[He wants to laugh. Why bother with the pleasantries? He knows what she's here for.]
Because you suspect me, oui? Make no mistake: I'm not offended. You're looking for a cause that explains an effect, and you've narrowed down the options. Why not speak more plainly of your doubts, Mademoiselle? I won't bite.
I do not believe you're the cause; however, I do believe you are suffering from unique symptoms.
[She's more than happy to be direct and even genial about it; this isn't a meeting between two warring noble families who trade their blows in slights and insults.]
It's because of that magic of yours. No one else here is so in tune with frequencies...perhaps if my Resonance abilities were available to me, I could feel and see them myself, but I can't. If you see inevitability in our situation...I think you might have some insight into what's happened before and why there are repeating records.
Perhaps so, Mademoiselle... but pull back far enough, and you will see patterns emerge anywhere. Records suggest this has happened before, oui, so should your focus not be on the root cause?
[Undoubtedly, Cantarella is considering that too. For now, however, he'll focus on her question.]
My audiomancy has its limitsβ more so here than back in my homeland. If we humor your line of thinking and study these patterns as reoccurring echoes... then until the cause of the 'sound' has been rendered mute, its echoes will continue to ring out at set intervals.
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Anyway, Cantarella fixes him with a polite smile. The reverberations of the dead do linger, especially when shattered so abrupty. She has to wonder if he can hear them, given his unique talents.]
A boulder that began rolling long ago has more momentum, but it can still be stopped. I don't put much stock in unbreakable fate...but it's a rare person who can change everything.
[And she doesn't expect to.]
How long ago do suppose this stone began to roll?
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Mm... a shame I do not specialize in physics or kinesthetics, oui? Were I more versed, I might measure such a thingβ given enough information. But I imagine you would care very little for baseless speculation. Better, then, to assume I know nothing at all.
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[Despite his initial delight at violence, Lobelia seems more in tune with the lingering loss of the dead than it might once have seemed. The obvious question—what cries they leave behind—is there, but Cantarella chooses a different way, as she is often wont to do.]
The bitter weather brought a bitter wind. What is it saying to you?
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...A mix of things. Some of it, naturellement, was nonsensical. As for the rest... a warning, perhaps? If not for me, then for the rest of you.
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That's much gentler than being grabbed and pushed all over the place I've found remnants rarely make sense, given that what's left over is never fully whole. It's difficult to interpret a warning if you don't know what you're hearing.
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[It all comes back to the escalation.]
We might be coming close to something tender, all the rot bubbling up to the surface. Why do I have the feeling you'll be the first one to notice if we do? [Which is a little concerning, if one of their knowledgeable researchers might be tacitly vulnerable to shifts in the environment, but why does she also have the feeling that he'd just make light of it?]
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[He wants to laugh. Why bother with the pleasantries? He knows what she's here for.]
Because you suspect me, oui? Make no mistake: I'm not offended. You're looking for a cause that explains an effect, and you've narrowed down the options. Why not speak more plainly of your doubts, Mademoiselle? I won't bite.
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[She's more than happy to be direct and even genial about it; this isn't a meeting between two warring noble families who trade their blows in slights and insults.]
It's because of that magic of yours. No one else here is so in tune with frequencies...perhaps if my Resonance abilities were available to me, I could feel and see them myself, but I can't. If you see inevitability in our situation...I think you might have some insight into what's happened before and why there are repeating records.
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[Undoubtedly, Cantarella is considering that too. For now, however, he'll focus on her question.]
My audiomancy has its limitsβ more so here than back in my homeland. If we humor your line of thinking and study these patterns as reoccurring echoes... then until the cause of the 'sound' has been rendered mute, its echoes will continue to ring out at set intervals.