open | knock knock

[festivalpies]

Who: Julien, and anyone who answers.
Where: The first floor of the Xochipilli Employee Housing.
When: 1st July, early morning.
Summary: Getting to know the neighbours.
Rating: G

One fate averted in favour of another. Julien had exhausted questioning his situation, and despite his uneasy sleep in so foreign a land, El Sera heralded the dawn of a renewed future for him, free of Duke Edmun's dungeon and wrath. If this was the work of the Maker's hand, then his due penance would be paid in service rather than flesh – whether by coincidence or design, the task asked of him played to his strengths and allowed him to remain true to his knight's path.

What he did not have was an appropriate foundation, which was why this morning found Julien knocking upon his neighbours' doors. Though he would not force the matter, in his experience it paid to be acquainted with those in your vicinity. It was no bad place to start.

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[festivalpies]

It is a statement that means little to Julien, the consequence of incompatibility between worlds. He simply dips his head in acknowledgement in response, and embraces the aversion to the subject shown. There is no reason to pursue.

Moving the conversation onward is easy enough.

"Will you introduce yourself and your companion?" he asks.

Julien ensures that there is patience in his tone -- it is, after all, not a demand.

[crotesque]

The calm would almost be unnerving, if Will didn't appreciate it so much. He was usually bombarded with his understanding of others, all their volatility.

"Will Graham," he really prefers not to shake hands if he can help it, so unless the other man makes some motion suggesting he'd like it... Will is just going to motion down to the dog next instead. "He's going by Deoji, for the time being."

DeeOhGee. Will wasn't entirely sold on the idea of keeping the dog yet, however. Not entirely sure about trying to make this place home.

life has conspired against me tagging, so sorry for the huge delay!

[festivalpies]

Fortunately for Will, the handshake is too new a gesture for Julien to be in the habit of intiating.

"Deoji," Julien echoes, the pronounciation distorted by his accent. "An unusual name."

While El Sera is far indeed from Gransys, the people that he's met thus far have very Gransian names. Even 'El Sera' sounds as though it could belong in Hearthstone. Yet it will not do to wander in stray thoughts right in the middle of a conversation.

"Have you lived here long?"