Log: Ongoing

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When; Friday night
Rating; PG
Characters; Hei contractorly and Isaak Fernand von Kampfer, ordenmagier
Summary; First date zura Isaak takes an interest in Contractors, and invites Hei over for a glass of wine or two.

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It wasn't often that the Magician would be interested in such things, but the extended period in the City had bored him incessantly. And to think, Mai, the lovely little girl who had modeled for him, was responsible for such a mess.

He had to admit, however, that it was a mess that he found himself enjoying. The overall chaos and the way citizens seemed so helpless had been a source of amusement for him, a minor enactment of the act that was to follow back in their world. There wasn't a terrible lot of fighting, but Isaak supposed that it should do.

Watching impassively as one of the faceless maids appeared, setting down two expensive bottles of wine retrieved from the cellar, Isaak removed a cigarillo, lighting it discreetly, and idly watching as preparations were made prior to the arrival of one of the Contractors he had taken a personal interest in. The answers he had gotten out of the man was intriguing, and he briefly wondered if he was truly as emotionless as he looked to be.

That would be quite entertaining now, wouldn't it?

Leaning back in the comfortable armchair, the Magician closed his eyes, a thin stream of smoke expelling from slightly parted lips. Cain had gone home for a while, and the Panzermagier found himself bored beyond all reason. Perhaps the meeting with Hei would yield something fruitful, but then again, as long as it passed the time, Isaak was not averse to a mere casual wine appreciation session or two.

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Not minding the casual lack of courtesy one bit - really, he was used to worse - the Magician found the man's straightforward nature intriguing. It was easier to spot a lie for these kinds of people. Mostly.

Well aware of the other's eyes on him, but hardly minding at all, Isaak chuckled, and he set the bottle down neatly. Gesturing to the glasses pleasantly, he remarked. "I believe that our interpretation of Armageddon may be quite different from yours. Some may call it, perhaps, a beginning of a revolution."

Picking his own up, lazily swirling the liquid within, Isaak leaned back in his seat. He didn't know what kind of world the Contractors came from, but as far as he knew, no such things existed in his own world. His tone mild, he asked, "Have you eaten?"

[.....Innocent bystanders are friends, not food? :D? ... >3 Words, of course~! Can't have wifey being a test subject now, can we? Not healthy for a marriage. >D]

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"Before I arrived," he replied, raising a hand toward the glass to follow Isaak's suit. B

By the smell alone, Hei could tell that the alcohol was far finer than that he shared with fellow soldiers that one-time back in South America. Quality didn't matter in the pits of war, just that the alcohol served it's purpose: drowning out the sorrows and scenes of warfare. Well, at least for him when he had been fully human.

"A revolution. Why would you call it that? I would think mass destruction and mayhem would signal the crumble of civilization. Wouldn't they be to worried about their own survival to care about some revolution?"

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Observing him absently, taking a sip of his wine, Isaak took his time to answer. This young man was a sharp one, and it was best not to leave too many clues for him to effectively solve. At least, not yet. Hei was one of the few who would most probably make his time in the City less boring, and that accounted for quite a bit. Even dealing with Abel Nightroad's occasional, assorted antics to aggravate his twin brother had gotten tedious.

"Which empire has not been built on the ashes of another empire that has been destroyed, Hei?" Another sip, carefully calculated words. "Rome, Persia, Greece. London. The United States. It's through the fires of war that civilizations are forged and born."

His tone was neutral, gaze on the rim of his glass, but Isaak was watching him. A brief pause, then. "In every civilization, there are visionaries who wish to usher in a new era, especially when society becomes hopelessly rotten. And behind these visionaries are devoted followers who will do what it takes."

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra.

[Oh man that's got to suck ;-; AND THANKS TO YOU I FINISHED WATCHING DTB. ♥ HEI IS MADE OF SO MUCH LOVE~]]

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The wine tasted sour on his tongue.

It wasn't the alcohol itself, but the words that came from Isaak's mouth. Notably, visionaries and "to usher in a new era." If he was in another place and another time, Hei could very nearly convince himself that this was not the Panzermagier speaking but Amber.

Destroy the most populated city in the world for the sake of survival and revolution. Wasn't that right, Amber?

"An idealist, I assume?"

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"Me?" Isaak shook his head, amused. "No." Not in the strictest sense of the word, not anymore. There were things to achieve, purposes of his own that he had to fulfill. The world meant very little - it meant cigars, wine, and the heady scent of too many books, all disposable. The motto Dietrich had so religiously adhered to was yet another mask; Isaak was not blind to Cain's main goals.

And for Cain, for himself, Isaak would cooperate as long as it did not get in the way of his own goals. It was the way the upper echelon on the RCO worked. The noble goal of revolution was merely a facade, yet another mask worn upon thousands.

"I'm but a dreamer, Hei." He drained his glass, taking his own time, a half smile tugging at the side of his lips. "Who will you be, a pragmatist, or an idealist in your own right?"

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"Does pragmatism not run along the same lines as rationality?"

Hei had nearly said it, that automated response to those who sought to question him about his ideals, his dreams.

Contractors do not dream.

Sure, he was the wild card in the stack, the anomalaous BK-201 who's emotional capacity allowed him more freedom than that of the usual Contractor. Yet his dreams remained nonexistant; a fact that Hei kept and would continue to keep to himself, locked within his treasure trove of secrets. It wouldn't do to draw more attention, especially when Hei would have rather faded unnoticed admist the hustle and bustle of the city.