[ open?? closed? schrödinger's log?? ] heroes always get remembered

[goodforsaken]

WHO: Lex Luthor, assorted guest stars, and YOU??
WHAT: General intro purposes? Get you some arms and armor made, Inquisition! Geek out in the library! Be confused by the incongruous noble all up in the Undercroft!
WHEN: Approximately now - the end of August.
WHERE: Skyhold: the Undercroft + Library + the buffet option
NOTES: Starters in comments. As it stands no warnings are required; I'll edit here a/o subject lines if that changes. Here is Lex's info post for anyone who'd like to run with the idea that they've heard of him/had contact before!

Being possessed of the incredibly informed opinion most not!Orlesians have of Orlais when they've only ever visited and spoken mostly to people wearing silly hats, Lex is more than comfortable with his first forays into the Inquisition taking place in Skyhold and not Halamshiral. That's where he's ultimately most useful anyway; he suffers no illusions regarding any diplomatic capabilities that don't involve ensnaring largeish globs of money.

The day side ....globbage occurs, however, is not this day or, nor is it whatever other days this log ends up involving. No, instead here we are in Skyhold, where Lex's general occupancy encompasses the following:

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[goodforsaken]

... well, to be fair, that is novel enough an approach to get his attention. Lex doesn't distinguish between alone and lonely inasmuch as alone is his default state, so he no more feels loneliness than, say, a person standing at the center of Val Rouyeax sees Orlais.

He tilts his head right back; it's not intentional mimicry, he's just like, a twitchy owl-cat person. "As long as you don't intend for it to be very loud company, one assumes."

[demonicbeauty]

"I'm not sure I understand the point of a quiet library," she replied. "The purpose of a library is to share knowledge and information. It seems like noise would be a part of that." She smiled, ducking her head a little bit. "But I come from a culture with an oral history," she added. "I suppose my ideas must seem a bit backward. In a library."

She breathed deeply, trying to parse out every little bit of his scent.

This was not the typical Human. She knew that right away. But what it meant was another matter in entirely.

"Forgive me," she continued. "I've never seen you before. I'm always curious about newcomers."

[goodforsaken]

"You're comparing two incomparable things," Lex contended, leaning by one shoulder on the closest shelf, "noise is part of the sharing of ideas, yes, but for facts of the bloodless, immutable sort--those benefit from silence."

Inasmuch as, say, an oral history changed every time it was given. But since he was so blithely sharing his opinions ten seconds after they'd met, it was probably unsurprising he wasn't offended by curiosity, waving away the need for forgiveness like clearing smoke from his eyes. "I'm sure there are many more interesting things in the library than little old me."

Ha, ha. He was probably right, but also kind of just entertaining himself with ridiculous pseudo-modesty.

[demonicbeauty]

"Not many that can talk back," she replied, giving a slight upturn of the corner of her mouth that was possibly a smile.

Ariadne could read and write. Better than almost any Alastrian. And she did enjoy stories. But it was always better to get them from a person.

It was the way she'd been socialized and it wasn't about to change.

Besides, this odd stranger seemed worth getting to know. There was something quirky in his nature. Like he was a puzzle that was meant to be solved. And Ariadne always solved them eventually.

"What's your name, my lord?"