Oh, I love art. Not any good at it myself, but I've always enjoyed the resulting beauty of others talents. Perhaps you might show me some of your work, sometime?
[Methos smiles at the mention of classical. Depending on what time the man was from, that could mean anything, couldn't hit. But he was going to wager he was from a time frame fairly close to his own.] I enjoy classical, sometimes. The spare smattering of Bach when I'm in a mood. But I confess, I'm much more partial to rock and blues.
[That gets another smile out of him, this one a touch warmer than the last.] Of course, I'd be delighted to.
[And in this case, Methos' guess is right on the money.] I tend to prefer Beethoven, myself, but there's nothing wrong with a bit of Bach. Or the blues, for that matter, though I'm afraid I'm not quite as familiar with them.
Sorry for the delay, just moved (stupid rl getting in the way)
[Methos eyebrow quirked when Armand mentioned his unfamiliarity with both Bach and blues.] No? Well, that's a shame, I'll have to make sure we right that travesty straight away. Perhaps I can bring along a few records while you show me you're paintings. We can introduce each other one art for the other.
[He's more familiar with Bach than the blues, but that's still not much. He's more drawn to the likes of Bartok and Peterssen, with Beethoven and Vivaldi interspersed for flavor.
In any case, the offer draws another smile out of him; he seems genuinely enthused by the prospect.] Yes, I'd like that; please do.
[Methos looked pleased.] Excellent. But, look at me, we've barely even started the first date and already I'm discussing the second. [Finishing his drink, he slides it aside.] Anything you'd like to know about me? Or that you'd like me to know about you?
[There's quite a bit he'd like to know, but probably not much his date would be willing to share with a near stranger.
Still, he gives every appearance of thinking it over, plucking the lime out of his drink and biting into it delicately, sucking on it for a few moments before he lets it fall back into the glass.]
Let me turn your question around on you, or at least part of it: what do you do?
[He wasn't wrong. Armand might ask a question he didn't want to answer. At least not truthfully. But he'd gotten pretty good at lies.]
I'm a historian. Specifically I'm an ancient language expert, Old High German, Aramaic, Etruscan, Ancient Greek, what have you. I translate old tomes, that kind of thing.
[His answer wasn't a lie, it was what he did now, anyway.]
[And he has no reason to think it a lie, or to pry even if he did.]
Oh, how fascinating! [And he means it; he has something of a fondness for history, thanks mostly to Marius.] Though I don't imagine you could pursue it here without taking some time to study the local languages first...
[Methos head tilted at that, obviously curious now.] Are the local languages different here? I hadn't noticed... [Clearly he hadn't been paying close enough attention.]
[He shrugs slightly.] I'd be more surprised if they weren't, considering this is an entirely different world. Granted, what I've heard of the Eudite language does sound a bit like the romance languages...
Is it? [Methos looks positively giddy at this potential puzzle.] I'll have to look into it. See the patterns. Maybe I could figure out if it is related to the romance languages after all, perhaps when it might have broken off from it.... [How exciting!]
[He can't quite help a smile at the man's sheer enthusiasm for the puzzle presented to him, and takedowns (pretended) sip of his vodka to try and hide it.] Yes, perhaps you can.
Thank you. [Then comes the question, and he shrugs.] I'm an artist, as I said, and part of the time a student as well. Humanities.
[The word is accompanied by a slightly sheepish smile; he's well aware of the stigma surrounding degrees in the arts and the softer sciences in the modern US, the perception that they're useless.]
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[Methos smiles at the mention of classical. Depending on what time the man was from, that could mean anything, couldn't hit. But he was going to wager he was from a time frame fairly close to his own.] I enjoy classical, sometimes. The spare smattering of Bach when I'm in a mood. But I confess, I'm much more partial to rock and blues.
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[And in this case, Methos' guess is right on the money.] I tend to prefer Beethoven, myself, but there's nothing wrong with a bit of Bach. Or the blues, for that matter, though I'm afraid I'm not quite as familiar with them.
Sorry for the delay, just moved (stupid rl getting in the way)
No worries!
In any case, the offer draws another smile out of him; he seems genuinely enthused by the prospect.] Yes, I'd like that; please do.
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Still, he gives every appearance of thinking it over, plucking the lime out of his drink and biting into it delicately, sucking on it for a few moments before he lets it fall back into the glass.]
Let me turn your question around on you, or at least part of it: what do you do?
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I'm a historian. Specifically I'm an ancient language expert, Old High German, Aramaic, Etruscan, Ancient Greek, what have you. I translate old tomes, that kind of thing.
[His answer wasn't a lie, it was what he did now, anyway.]
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Oh, how fascinating! [And he means it; he has something of a fondness for history, thanks mostly to Marius.] Though I don't imagine you could pursue it here without taking some time to study the local languages first...
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What about you? What did you do, before Eudio?
Wtf autocorrect? Why correct 'takes a' to 'takedowns'?? >.>
[The word is accompanied by a slightly sheepish smile; he's well aware of the stigma surrounding degrees in the arts and the softer sciences in the modern US, the perception that they're useless.]