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tampered2007-02-05 05:25 pm
Log: Ongoing
When; Tuesday evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Kamui
fateisabitch and Lyra
lyra_of_dust
Summary; On Barnabas' suggestion, Kamui asks Lyra out to dinner.
Log; Lyra wasn't sure exactly why Kamui had insisted on picking her up from her flat. Sure, some people in the city were dangerous, and certainly cruel, but none of them had any reason to hurt her. Still, this way she could make sure he didn't get lost.
She tapped her foot nervously. He should be here soon... Pantalaimon was sitting by her side. Technically, she didn't need to take him along, but she decided it would be best if she did. If Kamui was worried about something happening, well, she wouldn't be much use without him nearby. Besides, even though dæmons didn't need to eat, he was curious about Kamui, anyways.
She'd already put her coat on. After that curse day where everyone had switched clothes, she'd started wearing pants, but tonight she was wearing one of her more formal dresses, which by most people's standards looked rather Victorian. Still, Pandora's was the sort of place you dressed up for, so she didn't mind.
Rating; PG
Characters; Kamui
Summary; On Barnabas' suggestion, Kamui asks Lyra out to dinner.
Log; Lyra wasn't sure exactly why Kamui had insisted on picking her up from her flat. Sure, some people in the city were dangerous, and certainly cruel, but none of them had any reason to hurt her. Still, this way she could make sure he didn't get lost.
She tapped her foot nervously. He should be here soon... Pantalaimon was sitting by her side. Technically, she didn't need to take him along, but she decided it would be best if she did. If Kamui was worried about something happening, well, she wouldn't be much use without him nearby. Besides, even though dæmons didn't need to eat, he was curious about Kamui, anyways.
She'd already put her coat on. After that curse day where everyone had switched clothes, she'd started wearing pants, but tonight she was wearing one of her more formal dresses, which by most people's standards looked rather Victorian. Still, Pandora's was the sort of place you dressed up for, so she didn't mind.

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"It- It's so small," Lyra said as she examined it, "We don't have that many telephones in my world either."
"Ah, your world sounds like Will's world," Lyra explained. She paused, then continued.
"Before I came to the city I- I spent some time in different worlds," she explained, still examining the cell phone.
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"What... kind of worlds did you go to?" He tilted his head a little, glad to still be focusing on her and not himself. "Was it fun?"
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"Fun?" It hadn't been fun. Not that it had been awful, and she'd been really happy during some of it, but she couldn't call it fun. So many parts of it were frightening, or painful. "Some parts of it were fun, now that you mention it."
"There was Cittagazze- at first, it seemed like a good place, but it was actually really bad. There was Will's world- it was a lot like yours, except it wasn't dying- and the world of the dead, and some other worlds we just passed through, and the mulefa's world," Lyra explained. She'd mentioned her travels in passing before, but she'd never really discussed them at length. One reason had been because it would have involved talking about the alethiometer- but that wasn't a secret anymore, because of that stupid curse.
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"A-ah," he replied simply, set to leave things at that and starting to sip on his water distractedly.
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"This world- it's really different from any of the ones I went to before," she didn't mention that the world it reminded her of most was Cittagazze. It was time to turn the conversation in a more positive direction.
"What do you like to do here?" she asked, smiling distractedly as a waiter approached with their meals.
The food arrived, and Lyra surveyed her meal hungrily before beginning to eat.
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Finally, he took a bite, deciding that it wasn't so bad, even though the sauce on it wasn't entirely to his taste. A bit too strong. "I mean, all I do is sleep, watch TV, and take care of my... friend's... puppies." He scraped the sauce off his food. "What about you?"
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"One of my friends is teaching Pan and I how to do stuff by thinking together- and, and a lot of us are all getting organized to put on a play!" Lyra told him cheerfully.
"You should get out more- this is a really interesting place!"
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Of course, he didn't want to have to explain that to someone so young, so he instead focused on her own interests. "What kind of play are you organizing?" He poked at his food some more, having barely eaten a quarter of it, but already having lost the urge to eat anymore.
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"Ah, it's The Tempest. It's funny, but it turns out there was a bloke named Shakespeare, who wrote the same plays in a lot of different worlds," she informed him, stuffing some more food into her mouth.
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He mused for a moment, but was knocked out of it by the mention of Shakespeare. Weird how he seemed to cross dimensional boundries. "Yeah, I'm familar with his works too. We had to cover a few of his things in school when Western lit came up."
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Lyra had a tendency to eat quickly, and she'd managed to eat most of the food on her plate by now. She set down her fork, and leaned back, and fixed him with a probing look that would have reminded most people of her father- if they had known the man, which no one in the city did.
"Kamui, why don't you go outside more often? I mean, TV en't that interesting. I know there's some dangerous stuff in the city, but it en't that frightening, really."
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He fidgetting nervously, hoping she wouldn't ask for elaboration. "Bad people are drawn to me." And that was probably the best she would get out of him.
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"But if they're drawn to you, won't they just go to your flat anyway?" she asked, her glare intensifying.
"What kind of bad people anyway? Did enemies from your world come here? What do they want to do to you?" she leaned forward, and Pantalaimon rested his forepaws on the table, scrutinizing the older boy carefully.