A little while later, Amaury Carceri finds a familiar face while on his way to the bar in the quicksand. He stops at the railing, placing his hands on it and leaning against it. “Taking a brief rest from work, sister?â€
Illira remains seated where she had plumped herself down earlier with a drink or two. She looks down confusedly at her mug, as someone speaks. After a moment she looks around, and then eventually up at the railing, spying a fellow Elezen. "Wha...? No. It is late now."
“Is it? Prison must have desensitized me about how work hours function. Mind if I join you?,†Amaury says, smiling.
Illira says plainly, "Sure." She kicks out a chair slightly for him.
Amaury pauses once he reaches the table. "You are upset." he says, and then sits down.
Illira lets out a small laugh at that. "Upset? Not quite. I'm angry. And mean apparently."
She looks down at her drink, before taking another sip of it.
“I have the sensation someone has told you angry and mean things and passed it on to you. As a brother, I am obliged to lend you my ear. So...do you want to talk about it?â€
Illira shakes her head, "No. I am both of those things. It has been a long time since you have known me. Suffice to say, I won't be getting you that job with D'hein."
“Mm, I don't think I would call you "angry" on a daily basis...in any case, I'm sure it was the right choice. I'll find something, eventually.â€
“Yes... I have formal complaints to lodge against the man. There have been... a few strikes. But I believe I have drawn my last straw with him.â€
Amaury closes his eyes and rubs his brow. "He didn't try to flirt with you over my release, did he?"
Illira presses her lips together, "It is more... complicated than that. Though he claims he arranged for your release as a Starlight celebration gift."
Her brother laughs at that, “So he wanted to play the role of an Ishgardian knight. That is almost commendable, in a childish way.â€
Illira frowns, "He did something else similar as well recently. That was... he is... infuriating. And his regard for others and the law only go so far as they are of use to him. You were let off on a bribe. Nothing more, Amaury."
“That will do wonders to my self-esteem. What are you drinking?†he says, his tone of voice unchanging despite the sudden change of subject.
She looks down at the mug in front of her, "You know what? I don't even recall what I ordered."
“I think that should be your cue to not order any more of it.â€
Illira shakes her head, "I've only had the one. I've mostly been staring at it, quite honestly."
“What worries you, exactly? That your organization will not see D'hein's trespasses like you do?â€
Illira looks over to her brother, thinking, "That is part of it, yes. And that he does more harm than good, and is not merely using us to gain a greater foothold elsewhere."
Amaury nods with a smirk across his face, “That's true. I don't have any ties to the political scene anymore, so that only means he was catering to your favor on a personal level. Maybe he wants to be ‘grand director’.â€
“Yes. Such a thing would suit. You know what he said? That influence is his to use as he pleases, that its the prerogative of the ruling class to do so." She scoffs at the thought.
Amaury is visibly amused. "Typical nobility." he scoffs after Illira's. "What will your formal complaint be, exactly? I imagine your organization may...denounce that he bribed the authorities to release me. And that might get me back in." He crosses his arms, leaning forward and resting on the edge of the table. "I'm a bit worried about that last part." he adds, smiling.
Illira frowns at that, "I have no wish to see you back there. I will have to think more on the matter. What he did was not right though, I know that you did not do what you were locked away for, but he did not care what the truth of the matter was. He needs to see consequences for his actions."
“Sometimes, you have to let the criminal run away so you can catch him with all of his comrades. I'm sure you'll do the right thing.†Amaury gets up with that.
"You leaving me then?", says Illira, watching him stand.
“Yes. Remember how I told you that I was not fit for lifting crates, the other day?â€
“Yes, I do recall something to that effect.â€
“Mhm. I confirmed that statement today. My arms are eager to jump off my shoulders and flee to the Sultantree to never come back. I need rest, and I got just enough for a room.
Illira Carceri nods her head, "Of course. I will see you later."
Amaury leaves, waving a hand in farewell.
Illira remains seated where she had plumped herself down earlier with a drink or two. She looks down confusedly at her mug, as someone speaks. After a moment she looks around, and then eventually up at the railing, spying a fellow Elezen. "Wha...? No. It is late now."
“Is it? Prison must have desensitized me about how work hours function. Mind if I join you?,†Amaury says, smiling.
Illira says plainly, "Sure." She kicks out a chair slightly for him.
Amaury pauses once he reaches the table. "You are upset." he says, and then sits down.
Illira lets out a small laugh at that. "Upset? Not quite. I'm angry. And mean apparently."
She looks down at her drink, before taking another sip of it.
“I have the sensation someone has told you angry and mean things and passed it on to you. As a brother, I am obliged to lend you my ear. So...do you want to talk about it?â€
Illira shakes her head, "No. I am both of those things. It has been a long time since you have known me. Suffice to say, I won't be getting you that job with D'hein."
“Mm, I don't think I would call you "angry" on a daily basis...in any case, I'm sure it was the right choice. I'll find something, eventually.â€
“Yes... I have formal complaints to lodge against the man. There have been... a few strikes. But I believe I have drawn my last straw with him.â€
Amaury closes his eyes and rubs his brow. "He didn't try to flirt with you over my release, did he?"
Illira presses her lips together, "It is more... complicated than that. Though he claims he arranged for your release as a Starlight celebration gift."
Her brother laughs at that, “So he wanted to play the role of an Ishgardian knight. That is almost commendable, in a childish way.â€
Illira frowns, "He did something else similar as well recently. That was... he is... infuriating. And his regard for others and the law only go so far as they are of use to him. You were let off on a bribe. Nothing more, Amaury."
“That will do wonders to my self-esteem. What are you drinking?†he says, his tone of voice unchanging despite the sudden change of subject.
She looks down at the mug in front of her, "You know what? I don't even recall what I ordered."
“I think that should be your cue to not order any more of it.â€
Illira shakes her head, "I've only had the one. I've mostly been staring at it, quite honestly."
“What worries you, exactly? That your organization will not see D'hein's trespasses like you do?â€
Illira looks over to her brother, thinking, "That is part of it, yes. And that he does more harm than good, and is not merely using us to gain a greater foothold elsewhere."
Amaury nods with a smirk across his face, “That's true. I don't have any ties to the political scene anymore, so that only means he was catering to your favor on a personal level. Maybe he wants to be ‘grand director’.â€
“Yes. Such a thing would suit. You know what he said? That influence is his to use as he pleases, that its the prerogative of the ruling class to do so." She scoffs at the thought.
Amaury is visibly amused. "Typical nobility." he scoffs after Illira's. "What will your formal complaint be, exactly? I imagine your organization may...denounce that he bribed the authorities to release me. And that might get me back in." He crosses his arms, leaning forward and resting on the edge of the table. "I'm a bit worried about that last part." he adds, smiling.
Illira frowns at that, "I have no wish to see you back there. I will have to think more on the matter. What he did was not right though, I know that you did not do what you were locked away for, but he did not care what the truth of the matter was. He needs to see consequences for his actions."
“Sometimes, you have to let the criminal run away so you can catch him with all of his comrades. I'm sure you'll do the right thing.†Amaury gets up with that.
"You leaving me then?", says Illira, watching him stand.
“Yes. Remember how I told you that I was not fit for lifting crates, the other day?â€
“Yes, I do recall something to that effect.â€
“Mhm. I confirmed that statement today. My arms are eager to jump off my shoulders and flee to the Sultantree to never come back. I need rest, and I got just enough for a room.
Illira Carceri nods her head, "Of course. I will see you later."
Amaury leaves, waving a hand in farewell.
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