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[Continued from here.]

[Logan's own car is black and sleek, everything a person would expect of someone rich and classy. He doesn't waste time in accelerating out into the road again. It would be reckless if it wasn't so smooth. Only once he's checked the mirrors to make sure there isn't anyone following them does he glance over at Jonathan.]

There are bags in the glove box in case you need them... Are you all right?

—the past is prologue.

[elsecall]

Life before death.

[ Eyes shut; breath steady. She stands with her spine against the wall, a grounded posture. Each word she whispers like a fervent little promise, hoping they might reach across the worlds and draw Ivory to her. Ivory, her spren. Ivory, her companion over the past six years — through whose bond she could access powers, skills, strength. All gone, here. Not even a lick of stormlight left in her veins to demonstrate the fundamental facts of where she's from and what she is. ]

Strength before weakness, [ Jasnah continues, soft. The nearest she's ever come to prayer. Reciting the First Ideal. With her eyes still shut, her head tilted back against the tapestry, she works her left hand into her glove. Even here, she keeps it covered. Only the left. The right, she leaves bare. ]

Journey before— [ A knock on the door. Her door, although she's loathe to think of anything here as hers. It's been a scant few days, and although she's reached an uneasy detente with her host, she remains alert. On edge. Steeling herself with a belly-deep breath, she opens the door. Although she's maintained her gloved safehand, she's since changed into a simple green dress of the local style.

She greets Logan: ] You came. Good.

[ As if she somehow doubted he'd make good when he gave his word that he'd seek her out today for a tour of the grounds. ]

For crashedout

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This is probably a bad idea. What good can come from getting involved with someone who has schematics of the whole city? ... Other than schematics of the whole city.

As an outsider, Logan only has a vague understanding of Sofia's reputation. Mostly in the form of warnings. Warnings he might have listened to a few years ago. These days he's not exactly squeaky clean himself.

Which is why he's at a particularly exclusive restaurant in a tailored suit, watching the people around him as he waits for Sofia to arrive.

For viensapresmoi

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(From here.)

[His food is already on the cool side after waiting for decent eating utensils, but Gustave's prompt gets him to eat a bit. He's still being picky, choice of venue aside.]

I prefer traditional too.

What do you dance? The waltz?

For unflappably

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You owe me a full explanation when we meet. I expect it's better told in person and over a drink.

[It's really not that difficult for a prince to arrange for a demonstration of medieval weaponry. While he has to make a few requests to ensure he gets the specific weapons of interest, it's not an issue. It's also why they're spending the afternoon at a private historical house. One with a plethora of weaponry on hand, and skilled swordsmen on hand.

Since it's such a lovely day, everything has been arranged outdoors. Weapons in racks at the side, armour laid out on tables, and of course a nice set of chairs and table under a parasol. The height of luxury for a weapons demonstration, truly.

Admittedly, Logan is curious himself, and so when Phryne is brought out to meet him, he's having a closer look at the swords on offer. This is possibly the most curious afternoon someone's ever suggested. He's already intrigued.]

For surgicalcynicism

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And three children survived because you did your job well.

[It doesn't have to mean Chishiya's a good person or a bad person. Logan just wants him to remember that he did a good job. That he should be glad of the results. There are no grieving parents or families planning funerals because he was in the hospital, able to provide a skill so few people in the world have. That is a good thing.

Logan wants Chishiya to think of good things.

He sips his wine while Chishiya theorises, sending a rich, fruity aroma across the two of them as he does. Holding the glass on his knee, Logan sighs.]

Instead you're getting drunk with me.

[He considers this quietly before offering,] I could put on some obnoxiously loud music, if you like.