Chat with Mathiu (Backdated 9/24)
Who: Leon (leaps_and_fits) and Mathiu (silver_mathiu)
What: Local events
Where: Mathiu's office in the infirmary
When: September 24th, SY 481 - after Apple stumbles into the castle.
Leon: * Knocks on the door to Mathiu's office.*
Mathiu: *sits at his desk in the infirmary, pouring over his paperwork and glancing up occasionally to see the patients* Yes...come in.
Leon: *Opens the door, and steps inside.* Mathiu, we need to talk.
Mathiu: Well look who's back. Talk, I'm listening.
Leon: *Closes the door.* Everyone has been on edge since Apple arrived. *Sits in a chair facing the desk.* I'd like to know what I might be dealing with.
Mathiu: *glances up* What do you mean? And why would I let you deal with Apple?
Leon: I wasn't talking about Apple. Besides, she's your responsibility. *Pulls out a cigar.* There's something else going on, and I'd like to be able to do something about it before it gets worse.
Mathiu: You're not smoking in here. *folds his arms on his desk* You mean the Zexens?
Leon: *Puts away the cigar.* So Zexens are the problem? In what way?
Mathiu: *still won't meet Leon's gaze* I don't know. All that I know is that they have been poking around here lately and now they have arrested Louis.
Leon: Louis?
Mathiu: *rubs his forehead* Louis Keeferson...you wouldn't know him. He's from this time, not ours. He's a Zexen. He's also...involved...with Apple.
Leon: *unfazed by the news.* And the charges?
Mathiu: Supposedly treason and espionage, but those are nothing but lies. Louis is a good, decent young man.
Leon: And good, decent young men tend to get caught up in politics. *Leans back in the chair.* They must want something.
Mathiu: *raises a brow at Leon* Yes, of course they do. But this...this is wrong and it angers me.
Leon: Then put that anger to use. *Realizes he has instinctively pulled out a cigar, and puts it away.* I need to know what is valuable here, aside from the free-trade agreement.
Mathiu: What's valuable to one is trash to another, so I really have no answer to your question.
Leon: Looks like I will have to find an answer elsewhere. *Gets up to leave.*
Mathiu: Good luck with that. You're not going to find many who want to help you. The history books haven't been exactly kind.
Leon: Hmph. *Opens the door, and leaves Mathiu's office.*
What: Local events
Where: Mathiu's office in the infirmary
When: September 24th, SY 481 - after Apple stumbles into the castle.
Leon: * Knocks on the door to Mathiu's office.*
Mathiu: *sits at his desk in the infirmary, pouring over his paperwork and glancing up occasionally to see the patients* Yes...come in.
Leon: *Opens the door, and steps inside.* Mathiu, we need to talk.
Mathiu: Well look who's back. Talk, I'm listening.
Leon: *Closes the door.* Everyone has been on edge since Apple arrived. *Sits in a chair facing the desk.* I'd like to know what I might be dealing with.
Mathiu: *glances up* What do you mean? And why would I let you deal with Apple?
Leon: I wasn't talking about Apple. Besides, she's your responsibility. *Pulls out a cigar.* There's something else going on, and I'd like to be able to do something about it before it gets worse.
Mathiu: You're not smoking in here. *folds his arms on his desk* You mean the Zexens?
Leon: *Puts away the cigar.* So Zexens are the problem? In what way?
Mathiu: *still won't meet Leon's gaze* I don't know. All that I know is that they have been poking around here lately and now they have arrested Louis.
Leon: Louis?
Mathiu: *rubs his forehead* Louis Keeferson...you wouldn't know him. He's from this time, not ours. He's a Zexen. He's also...involved...with Apple.
Leon: *unfazed by the news.* And the charges?
Mathiu: Supposedly treason and espionage, but those are nothing but lies. Louis is a good, decent young man.
Leon: And good, decent young men tend to get caught up in politics. *Leans back in the chair.* They must want something.
Mathiu: *raises a brow at Leon* Yes, of course they do. But this...this is wrong and it angers me.
Leon: Then put that anger to use. *Realizes he has instinctively pulled out a cigar, and puts it away.* I need to know what is valuable here, aside from the free-trade agreement.
Mathiu: What's valuable to one is trash to another, so I really have no answer to your question.
Leon: Looks like I will have to find an answer elsewhere. *Gets up to leave.*
Mathiu: Good luck with that. You're not going to find many who want to help you. The history books haven't been exactly kind.
Leon: Hmph. *Opens the door, and leaves Mathiu's office.*