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diatu2019-05-31 07:57 pm
bearshermark) wrote in diatu2019-05-31 07:57 pm
Midway in isolation
Who: Eleven and Professor Mala
What: A Thing Happened, Please Advise
Where: Professor Mala's office?
When: Some time after The Thing
Warnings: None so far!
After circling through his options for weeks, Eleven finally found himself standing in front of the door to Professor Mala's office door. As the Intimation instructor, she was more like than most to have knowledge of the true history of the world- or at least he hoped as much. She might not know everything, but she should at least know whom to ask if not. He was even somewhat certain that she held some fondness for him.
Even still, his hands twisted into the ever-present baldric strapped over his robes and attempted something of a rehearsal for what he needed to say.
Another breath, and Eleven raised his hand to rap a light rhythm on the door. The feeling that he was in more trouble than he knew how to deal with pervaded. Even Hendrik's considerable strength wouldn't be able to contend with this particular problem he now found himself in.
What: A Thing Happened, Please Advise
Where: Professor Mala's office?
When: Some time after The Thing
Warnings: None so far!
After circling through his options for weeks, Eleven finally found himself standing in front of the door to Professor Mala's office door. As the Intimation instructor, she was more like than most to have knowledge of the true history of the world- or at least he hoped as much. She might not know everything, but she should at least know whom to ask if not. He was even somewhat certain that she held some fondness for him.
Even still, his hands twisted into the ever-present baldric strapped over his robes and attempted something of a rehearsal for what he needed to say.
Another breath, and Eleven raised his hand to rap a light rhythm on the door. The feeling that he was in more trouble than he knew how to deal with pervaded. Even Hendrik's considerable strength wouldn't be able to contend with this particular problem he now found himself in.
no subject
Eleven's smile sobered to something more sincere as he reached the door.
"I guess it would be too much to think I might never have need of your invaluable wisdom again." He tapped the doorframe and shook his head. "I'm grateful for the invitation. I will be sure to seek you out when such an occasion rises."