03-12-2018, 08:11 AM
[[Natalie only dropped the power when Marcus walked in, she didn't stop playing the piano. You don't need to change your post or anything, it's no big deal, just wanted to make it clear she did in fact appear to thoroughly ignore his entrance ![[Image: 18.png]](http://b3.ifrm.com/static/emo/18.png)
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She doubted he was really here to ensure she found the room and instrument satisfactory; more likely, he came to inspect the stranger who had chosen to bypass his authority and, more importantly, discern whether it was meant as a slight or in innocence. In truth it was neither.
The consul was amenable. He did not appear to have taken offence to her commandeering of resources, nor that she had spent some time writing on the datapad before addressing his company. He even chose to apologise for the intrusion. The mask erred a little too humble for a man who had risen so very highly so very quickly, and from such obscurity, but for now she had little interest digging into its meaning. He chose to be polite; she chose to be the same.
"Just Natalie, if I may call you Marcus."
He confirmed he could not see what she had been doing, which she supposed made sense when aligned with the things she did already know. It also elucidated something else to think on later; Natalie added another notation to her list, and then placed the stylus across the pad and finally sat straight. "In what way would you suspect the music to help the process?"
She didn't smile; she rarely did, but there was a note of amusement all the same. "It isn't necessary. The music itself doesn't matter. But the frame of mind it induces, for me, perhaps does."
]]She doubted he was really here to ensure she found the room and instrument satisfactory; more likely, he came to inspect the stranger who had chosen to bypass his authority and, more importantly, discern whether it was meant as a slight or in innocence. In truth it was neither.
The consul was amenable. He did not appear to have taken offence to her commandeering of resources, nor that she had spent some time writing on the datapad before addressing his company. He even chose to apologise for the intrusion. The mask erred a little too humble for a man who had risen so very highly so very quickly, and from such obscurity, but for now she had little interest digging into its meaning. He chose to be polite; she chose to be the same.
"Just Natalie, if I may call you Marcus."
He confirmed he could not see what she had been doing, which she supposed made sense when aligned with the things she did already know. It also elucidated something else to think on later; Natalie added another notation to her list, and then placed the stylus across the pad and finally sat straight. "In what way would you suspect the music to help the process?"
She didn't smile; she rarely did, but there was a note of amusement all the same. "It isn't necessary. The music itself doesn't matter. But the frame of mind it induces, for me, perhaps does."