[ It's easy enough to choose a place. All fairgrounds come with their share of barns, of exhibition halls, of sprawling little two- and three-story buildings for market vendors and grade school art shows — the kinds of things communities love, but that imPorts could rarely be paid to notice. It helps that even the ones that are used have unused halls — a phantom slip of a small shield through a locked door, and opening the handle from the other side makes getting in a breeze.
It's through, and up, to a wide-windowed cavernous hall, unlit save for the natural sunlight; the whole west side of the fairgrounds stretch out below in crowded panorama. (She would have preferred the roof, but too many imPorts can for that to be anything like private.
As she leads the way, she doesn't press for conversation, her thoughts instead turning inward, dissecting what little she's gotten from Jaime thus far, and what even less she's gotten from the Negotiator himself. If Jaime says they have a truce, then they've already spoken in this world; the date the Negotiator gave for his City memory doesn't make sense for the timeline she remembers. Did he leave and come back, and escape her notice? Perhaps that was more likely than making up a date and hoping for the best — but who knew, just yet?
Finally alone, but not any more ready for the conversation ahead, Ruka sighs, sitting down on one of the shelf-like window ledges, back against the glass. ]
Did that guy tell you anything about the other you, in the City? [ A pause. It's even less likely, but— ] —Has anyone else?
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It's through, and up, to a wide-windowed cavernous hall, unlit save for the natural sunlight; the whole west side of the fairgrounds stretch out below in crowded panorama. (She would have preferred the roof, but too many imPorts can for that to be anything like private.
As she leads the way, she doesn't press for conversation, her thoughts instead turning inward, dissecting what little she's gotten from Jaime thus far, and what even less she's gotten from the Negotiator himself. If Jaime says they have a truce, then they've already spoken in this world; the date the Negotiator gave for his City memory doesn't make sense for the timeline she remembers. Did he leave and come back, and escape her notice? Perhaps that was more likely than making up a date and hoping for the best — but who knew, just yet?
Finally alone, but not any more ready for the conversation ahead, Ruka sighs, sitting down on one of the shelf-like window ledges, back against the glass. ]
Did that guy tell you anything about the other you, in the City? [ A pause. It's even less likely, but— ] —Has anyone else?