It's been a little time since Diabhall has had a proper conversation with Holden. He finds the other man to be a pleasant and amiable fellow, but work is work - and Diabhall isn't notoriously social.
So it may come as a bit of a surprise that when he is greeted, pulled from focus in the book he is reading, he looks...startled. It passes quickly, a momentarily jolt, a widening of the eyes; once the elf is aware of who is greeting him, he immediately calms, expression leveling out.
He doesn't look as though he's been sleeping well, however.
"Hello, Mister Holden. I'm just doing a bit of transcription, information for materials for the shelters." Idly, he taps his pen nib against the page of his ever-present notebook. "Finally getting back to more of it, after...everything."
Not surprising that Diabhall might be on edge lately, he thinks. First the attack from their own ranks, and then the large-scale skeleton invasion...well, who wouldn't be tense? He's been no different.
The sound he makes is wry, acknowledging. Everything, in the tumultuous time it's been lately. There's something apologetic to it as he goes on,
"Do you have a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about."
The apology is meant with a vague wave of a graceful hand - it doesn't matter. He'd rather not acknowledge being startled in the first place, if he's perfectly honest. It's been a nuisance, being jumpy again. It would be pleasant to go back to his stillness.
Not that it seems likely to ever happen.
At the question, he turns his full attention to Jim, closing his little book over. A task. Good. "Of course. What can I do for you?"
"It's more something I want to do for you." If he frowns at himself, it's mostly because that sounds like a line right out of a politician's mouth. He really means it though, is the thing. "Has anyone told you about the interest Venatori have in anchor-bearers?"
Diabhall blinks placidly at that, processing the comment a moment. He has no doubt of Holden's intent - he has already deemed him to be a good man; so at the question, he simply shakes his head, long white hair rippling about his shoulders.
"Not in detail. Upon arrival I was met with much information, however."
A blur of information, even with the two weeks to digest it. Just the blow of you're in a new world and you can never go back is hard enough to swallow.
"They're fascinated by anchor-bearers. They're interested in kidnapping us, experimenting on us to find out how we work. They've succeeded at least once — but it was years ago, and those rifters were rescued. There's some evidence they're monitoring rifts too, to grab people as soon as they fall out. It's why Tony's ARRIVED system is so important. The better we are at finding rifters first, the fewer fall into enemy hands.
It's maybe the biggest reason why it's important that you're careful who knows about your anchor and where you come from, outside of Kirkwall."
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Date: 2021-12-07 02:22 am (UTC)So it may come as a bit of a surprise that when he is greeted, pulled from focus in the book he is reading, he looks...startled. It passes quickly, a momentarily jolt, a widening of the eyes; once the elf is aware of who is greeting him, he immediately calms, expression leveling out.
He doesn't look as though he's been sleeping well, however.
"Hello, Mister Holden. I'm just doing a bit of transcription, information for materials for the shelters." Idly, he taps his pen nib against the page of his ever-present notebook. "Finally getting back to more of it, after...everything."
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Date: 2021-12-09 10:47 pm (UTC)Not surprising that Diabhall might be on edge lately, he thinks. First the attack from their own ranks, and then the large-scale skeleton invasion...well, who wouldn't be tense? He's been no different.
The sound he makes is wry, acknowledging. Everything, in the tumultuous time it's been lately. There's something apologetic to it as he goes on,
"Do you have a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about."
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Date: 2021-12-16 04:31 am (UTC)Not that it seems likely to ever happen.
At the question, he turns his full attention to Jim, closing his little book over. A task. Good. "Of course. What can I do for you?"
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Date: 2021-12-21 02:59 pm (UTC)"It's more something I want to do for you." If he frowns at himself, it's mostly because that sounds like a line right out of a politician's mouth. He really means it though, is the thing. "Has anyone told you about the interest Venatori have in anchor-bearers?"
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Date: 2022-01-02 03:48 am (UTC)Diabhall blinks placidly at that, processing the comment a moment. He has no doubt of Holden's intent - he has already deemed him to be a good man; so at the question, he simply shakes his head, long white hair rippling about his shoulders.
"Not in detail. Upon arrival I was met with much information, however."
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Date: 2022-01-02 04:32 pm (UTC)A blur of information, even with the two weeks to digest it. Just the blow of you're in a new world and you can never go back is hard enough to swallow.
"They're fascinated by anchor-bearers. They're interested in kidnapping us, experimenting on us to find out how we work. They've succeeded at least once — but it was years ago, and those rifters were rescued. There's some evidence they're monitoring rifts too, to grab people as soon as they fall out. It's why Tony's ARRIVED system is so important. The better we are at finding rifters first, the fewer fall into enemy hands.
It's maybe the biggest reason why it's important that you're careful who knows about your anchor and where you come from, outside of Kirkwall."