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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight); asha greyjoy (laveers) & pals.
What: bruce makes friends; asha learns to shoot.
When: before & during the event.
Where: around olympia.
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed. pm/pp if you want me to set something up!

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[ettersberg]

The laboratories, if you don't mind.

[ mostly because— ] I'd like to spend a little more time in the library after, if it's permitted. [ without necessarily taking up too much of bruce's time, but nightingale won't mind being supervised, if bruce would prefer that. ]

[beknight]

It is. I imagine you'd find a lot to your liking there.

[ He gestures, and they have a leisurely walk through the biology and chemistry wing, with the assistants scurrying to and fro. Some labs are open, separated only by glass from the corridor, others are stiffly closed and locked, with the inhabitants sometimes poking their heads out into the corridor to shout for some fresh equipment. There aren't yet guards like there will be after the bombing, but there are occasional checkpoints, and some very obvious closed off areas even Bruce can't go. ]

They have demonstrations outside, on occasion.

[ettersberg]

Is the work so controversial?

[ or dangerous. nightingale knows a thing or two about dangerous experiments, about unethical experiments, too. he's seen the results first hand, on english soil. he's gone to war to prevent the germans from continuing their experiments, too, and to this day he guards what houses too many secrets, experiments with terrible consequences. ]

[beknight]

It always is to someone who doesn't understand it.

[ Or those who ignore caution and run to extremes. Isley, Langstrom, he knows too many names. ]

What are you used to?

[ettersberg]

Ah, yes.

[ that is something nightingale understands. it's at least part of the reason why magic is kept quiet, why it isn't public knowledge that it exists. the other part, of course, being elitism. he understands that now.

at the question, his lips twitch. it's almost a smile. ]

Relative obscurity.

[beknight]

[ He huffs a sound, almost like a laugh. ]

Magic is a secret where you're from?

[ettersberg]

From the general public, yes.

[ not from government, is the implication. though it's really only the higher echelons of government that know, these days.

that knew. ]

[beknight]

[ Not from government or specialised agencies. ]

I imagine it'd be the same in mine, given that I had no exposure before coming here.

[ettersberg]

I'll admit that I don't know how things were done in the Americas.

[ bruce's accent makes this an educated guess. ] But it isn't unlikely.

[beknight]

[ He nods — most people here are from some version of Earth that it's not likely. Although he seems to be running into a lot of Brits. Only Alfred would find this amusing. ]

If it exists — and I won't suggest it doesn't — they've kept the secret well.

[ettersberg]

[ nightingale inclines his head. ]

That was certainly the way of it England. [ a sigh. ] At least of late.

[beknight]

[ He opens the next door for Nightingale, gesturing him through. ]

Why's that?

[ettersberg]

There's not many left capable of the art.

[ a simple answer for something that still feels monumental to nightingale. ]

[beknight]

[ Bruce was raised by a Brit, it tells him everything. He seems to be spending a lot of time amongst survivors, recently. ]

With any luck you'll enjoy the material here. We have this wing left before the library.

[ettersberg]

[ nightingale wasn't the only survivor — but in the end, he was the only one capable of carrying on, duty and stubbornness providing the means. the others had been dead or too injured, in body or in mind or both. nightingale still spends too many nights sleepless. ]

And what does this wing house?

[beknight]

[ Duty and stubbornness are one's bread and butter, honestly, but Bruce has learnt the value of making a good friend. ]

[ He's not used to it. But effort is better than none. ]

The physics labs. Nothing theoretical, I think that's one of the restricted areas.

[ettersberg]

[ whatever sense of duty nightingale has left here in the absence of the folly and his official tasks is those still in stasis, to peter who is his apprentice and subordinate, and to molly, who was a servant of the folly for so long and still is, in many ways. ]

Then I think the time is ripe for the library.