genessia | 003 [video]

[Based on what can be viewed in the background, Lancer's recording this during a brief lull at work - those familiar with it will recognise the interior of the Everglade Sheriff's station. He looks the kind of tired that goes with long hours that are longer for him taking on whatever work he can which will encourage those in charge to grant him more responsibility, but he also looks a little done with it all.

For a former king, sitting at the lowest rung of an unfamiliar ladder is not entirely fulfilling. At least, not for this former king.]

This world brings to it many who once lived less modest lives than the one offered here. Those who are perhaps accustomed to a way of living that does not fit with the need for consistent employment and advancement.

I wonder, then, how does such an individual better themselves by the standards set for advancement, or are we expected to content ourselves with more meagre living? If we might not prove ourselves with war, how might we prove ourselves otherwise so that we might be granted a position and lifestyle more in keeping with that we are accustomed? Or is this perhaps less a matter of standing and more of era, that I am not yet versed enough in more modern societies to be able to succeed?

[His tone is somewhere between genuine question but also just venting thoughts. But the lack of war brings another thought to bear.]

Also. Outside of events such as the recent tournament, how might we best ensure that our ability to fight is not hampered by the lack of necessity to do so. Certainly, my current choice of employ helps, but it would not do to allow any of my skills to turn to rust.

[Except for one. He'd gladly strip himself of that and burn it, if he could.]

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Very well, then.

[It's perhaps fortunate that Lancer doesn't know that part. There are already too many Dracula alternates around here for his liking.]

[ D's silent as he reflects in thought, though his eyes are moving softly, taking in the features of this stranger. He's gathered information, though all of it was bizarrely misplaced names, stories, truths and facts that he knows to be true to something paralleled and even not so similar. The town, for instance, Tepes was not a vampire but a location. ]

[Unless he speaks up soon, D might find the communication cut off. Lancer does not mind curiosity, to a degree, but he's not a mind-reader and holds no interest in playing guessing games.]

[ His thoughts saunter to the message which brought them all there in the first place and he considers the bit that does stick out for him in the message. ]

You asked how one might prove themselves without the prospect of war to demonstrate a set of skills long prepared for the world of conflict. The answer you seek is hidden within your own voice. Should you find the words to define your meaning, outside of war.

And how might anyone whose life has been defined by a single concept fully comprehend a world where that concept does not exist?

[And he's definitely not about to apologise for who he was and especially who he is now.]

Besides. In my current incarnation it should not even be possible for me to exist without prospect of a war. Perhaps it is more difficult for those who are able to live their old lives here to comprehend how those who cannot might find this world something of an adjustment.

[He's assuming, here, but he doesn't really have much to work with.]

No one can give you that answer. It is one you must find for yourself. You do exist, at least here, outside of whatever circumstances you have been made to prepare for.

That fact was not lost on me.

[His tone is dry, a little terse.]

However, I do not see how it concerns you if I attempt to seek counsel from those who have experienced this and have been part of this society for longer than I have.

[He knows a lot of it comes down to him but damned if he's going to feel at all sorry or guilty for seeking advice.]

I thought that was what I was providing.

Oh? Interesting, I do not recall noticing your presence before and given that you have offered little of yourself and your circumstances, I fail to see how I was to discern that either of those qualifying factors were true.

[ D stares, his countenance unchanging. ]

This wasn't about me, this was about you.

Was. Past tense. But I do not put faith in the words of just anyone.

It's not my agenda to convince you.

No indeed, I can tell no agenda at all save for the satiation of your own curiosity.

[ He can't quite see how that differs from anyone else's agenda that comments here. In any case, he figures they've about said all they had to with one another. ]

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