Mayerling continues to watch Moon Presence, unsure what to make of the human Sleeper's statement. Puzzling, perhaps, in the way it makes human and vampire work together, an outcome he wanted very much where he was but time and again failed to find. The key, he thinks, lies in how few vampires are here, how they are not a separate category being forced together. No, they are Sleepers, and Pthumerians force Sleepers (one group) to work together. In that manner, it's a disappointment.
He looks back for he is conversing, not merely waxing poetic to himself while cleaning atmospheric scrubbers. "I am Mayerling," he says, for he has become all that is left of his family. In this distant place, he is all the more only that name, in no need of another.
"Jedi," Mayerling repeats the foreign word. Knight he is familiar with. Some sort of martial organization, then, in what is clearly a society spread across more than one planet. For all that vampires have gone to space, they rose and fell on Earth, that longing now laid to rest here in Trench as it was not in the City of the Night.
He looks at Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight, for a few long moments.
"Where I am from, few humans consider me a person," Mayerling says, "Most would not do business with me, much less help me." He raises one hand gently, confident at this point that someone professing to help people and who has made as much conversation as this means it. His impression is not one of ignorance to what he is but... something normalized for Trench.
"We are both sleepers, those who have swum in Mariana's ocean with tentacles and suckers, not muscle and bone," Mayerling says, "we hail from other universes and find ourselves stranded together in a new and different world. In such ways, we could be said to be alike more than we are strangers.
"What of those who are not Sleepers? What of the people who are born, live, and shall die in this world? Those who are not transient guests but the hosts upon which we are imposed, whether they would wish to have us or not? What trials do the Pthumerians give them? What succor do you offer them?"
Even should they not be affected, the polite ways he and Luke entered and exited that business need not have been so kind. Whoever business could have found the glass broken in someone's frenzy to reach their loved one, dying, as they lose their sense of reality. One way or another, their hosts also must pay for these trials.
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He looks back for he is conversing, not merely waxing poetic to himself while cleaning atmospheric scrubbers. "I am Mayerling," he says, for he has become all that is left of his family. In this distant place, he is all the more only that name, in no need of another.
"Jedi," Mayerling repeats the foreign word. Knight he is familiar with. Some sort of martial organization, then, in what is clearly a society spread across more than one planet. For all that vampires have gone to space, they rose and fell on Earth, that longing now laid to rest here in Trench as it was not in the City of the Night.
He looks at Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight, for a few long moments.
"Where I am from, few humans consider me a person," Mayerling says, "Most would not do business with me, much less help me." He raises one hand gently, confident at this point that someone professing to help people and who has made as much conversation as this means it. His impression is not one of ignorance to what he is but... something normalized for Trench.
"We are both sleepers, those who have swum in Mariana's ocean with tentacles and suckers, not muscle and bone," Mayerling says, "we hail from other universes and find ourselves stranded together in a new and different world. In such ways, we could be said to be alike more than we are strangers.
"What of those who are not Sleepers? What of the people who are born, live, and shall die in this world? Those who are not transient guests but the hosts upon which we are imposed, whether they would wish to have us or not? What trials do the Pthumerians give them? What succor do you offer them?"
Even should they not be affected, the polite ways he and Luke entered and exited that business need not have been so kind. Whoever business could have found the glass broken in someone's frenzy to reach their loved one, dying, as they lose their sense of reality. One way or another, their hosts also must pay for these trials.