( john gives dimitri a firm handshake, but he can feel the strength in it. if the sight of him didn't make it obvious enough, the young man is no stranger to fighting, like so many here seem to be. there's a part of him that he can't stop from beginning to make wild and circuitous guesses about what sort of fear he might harbor, which of its facets had already reached out to impress their mark upon him in the years that he's been alive. in an academic sense to john, it is fascinating, to wonder whether the same archetypes of fear might represent themselves across different universes. perhaps they would not fit as exactly as they did his own — or perhaps the nature of humanity is consistent enough that they would manage to find purchase in such foreign, alien soil.
he nods. ) Dimitri, then. ( he gestures to where he had been waiting a moment before. ) Please, join me.
( receiving statements is certainly not new to him. this manner of searching them out is. when he had been ensconced within the Institute, much as the pupil rests within an eye, he hadn't had to search for them; with the Institute's reputation, they came to him. most were dry, old statements left behind, but occasionally those had come in to him that had wanted to tell their story to him in person. and then, those few times he had compelled statements from those he'd come across in the city... he would claim he hadn't planned on seeking them out, on taking them by force. he hadn't. but he had done it regardless, so perhaps his intention didn't matter so much in the end.
meeting up with someone for the selfsame goal, having requested it upfront, is new, and he finds it an awkward situation. even after he sits, he fidgets because of this, eventually speaking up once more, ) Usually I wouldn't be so rude as to cut to the chase, but...
( he reaches up to draw his hand down the side of his face. perhaps his demeanor speaks louder for him than his words can in this moment. )
Do you have any more questions about this — the process, or what's going to happen?
no subject
he nods. ) Dimitri, then. ( he gestures to where he had been waiting a moment before. ) Please, join me.
( receiving statements is certainly not new to him. this manner of searching them out is. when he had been ensconced within the Institute, much as the pupil rests within an eye, he hadn't had to search for them; with the Institute's reputation, they came to him. most were dry, old statements left behind, but occasionally those had come in to him that had wanted to tell their story to him in person. and then, those few times he had compelled statements from those he'd come across in the city... he would claim he hadn't planned on seeking them out, on taking them by force. he hadn't. but he had done it regardless, so perhaps his intention didn't matter so much in the end.
meeting up with someone for the selfsame goal, having requested it upfront, is new, and he finds it an awkward situation. even after he sits, he fidgets because of this, eventually speaking up once more, ) Usually I wouldn't be so rude as to cut to the chase, but...
( he reaches up to draw his hand down the side of his face. perhaps his demeanor speaks louder for him than his words can in this moment. )
Do you have any more questions about this — the process, or what's going to happen?