Goldenrod ex, 5/8 undersized (closed)

[amaure]

Who: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Estinien, Ziva, Urianger (maybe Dirk)
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.


When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.

Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.

Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.

If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.

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[amaure]

"As should have been plain from the first," he says with a sweeping gesture towards himself, "but I appreciate a man who wishes to perceive aught below the surface, ere making his conclusions."

The one thing about Emet, is that he's pretty good at reading people, pretty good at figuring out what makes them tick, what makes them work. Which, naturally, makes his ability to lie and manipulate an easy enough affair! However, in this case he certainly is not doing either. As it happens, perhaps he and Dirk are cut from the same cloth, so to speak.

He does notice that ghost of a smirk though.

"But it does put my heart at ease to know I was not wrong about you," he begins again, but then does a cursory glance around the room, "though, admittedly, I did not wager your interests had aught to do with any of...this. I consider it a pleasant surprise."

Pleasant, because it's entertaining. Adds some interesting layers to Dirk, and it's rare when someone can surprise him.

[uber_marionettist]

One of Dirk's eyebrows stays up; the other returns to what might be considered 'resting position,' even if Dirk's got one of the most inhospitable resting faces of any human in history.

He glances from the marionettes hanging from the ceiling to the smuppet in Emet's hands.

And the faint uptick at the corner of his lips doesn't dissipate back into a flat line.

"You think this is surprising?"

[amaure]

"Well, I certainly did not expect it at the very least." He admits simply. Shrugging in an ingratiating manner, keeping that smile all the same. Though, before he continues, he looks again at the smuppet in his hands, his expression thoughtful.

"Ones whom have such interests, in my experience, do not carry themselves as you do. It is a nice change of pace. Not quite the interests themselves are by any means strange nor surprising, rather, you break the mold."

He looks back to Dirk, tilting his head curiously, "I do so hope my surprise is not upsetting, scant do I wish to insult you, when truly all I have is admiration."

[uber_marionettist]

One eyebrow lifts, but Dirk doesn't ask what he means. Not that he isn't curious (he is), but he has some suspicions. Really, most assumptions Emet could make at this point wouldn't be untrue, and regardless of how derogatory the antecedent, the conclusion is rightfully in his favour.

He is better than his so-called peers in just about every way but one. And that one appears to matter little to Emet, so what is there to worry about?

(A question not to be asked except in the relative privacy of his own thoughts.)

"Not at all," he shrugs easily. "Not sure if you've ever heard the saying, but as they like to say, 'Curiosity killed the cat, but the satisfaction brought it back.' I just like to know."