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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria's in the bar. Since her alter-ego has finally dropped her books, the mun thought it only fair that Illyria have a book of her own. It's actually a book of Sudoku puzzles, which come fairly easy to her, given that she's inherently got the mind of a mathematical genius hiding in there, and that she was a fairly logical goddess all on her own. So she's good at pattern puzzles. Go, blue.

Come pester her.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse knows how to follow directions, even if he decides not to on many occasions. This is not one of those occasions.

*Pester pester*

He peers over her shoulder, having no clue what she's doing or what the point is, and chooses a random number. "42." He suggests. It sounds like a good answer to him.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria pays him no mind until she has finished the rest of the puzzle. Which, admittedly, isn't very long, given that she was nearly done and can do the whole thing in something like five minutes, anyway.

Then she looks up.

"It's a sort of puzzle." she explains. "Based on logic. The numbers fit in a pattern, which relies on no repetition within the rows. I find it intriguing because most patterns rely on repetition."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

*Sigh*

This is rather why I left off speaking to Fred

"I see, yes. You are right. That's what makes it a pattern, I think."
But they're based on logic. And what's he know?

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"Generally, yes." Illyria agrees. "Most things follow a pattern, whether natural or artificial. Most languages do, though English in particular tends to defy all reason in that sense."

She starts another puzzle, but isn't paying full attention to either it or him.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"I know naught of English. I cannot say for sure, but it seems true enough of French. For the most part." He watches her work, still not really sure of the point, but interested none the less.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"It grows boring quickly." Illyria sighs, not bothering to finish the one she's in the middle of.

"A way to pass the time, to no real end. But I felt like entertaining myself in such a manner this evening."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Does anything not, with you?

"Then I regret that I disturbed you. I hope that you may find another source of amusement."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"I am not disturbed." she replies. *snerk*

"Speaking with you is often amusing."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"So you say." He smiles ruefully.

"I pity you, that you find it so."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrow.

"You would do well to choose your words more carefully. I will not tolerate the pity of any creature. The last individual who tried it was the angel, and he only exists now because he currently possesses more power than I."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse cocks his head to one side.

"This is not my first warning. Why have you tollerated me this long?"

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"I am not required to explain my decisions or the motivation behind them." she replies, coolly.

"Nor would I expect you to understand, if I did."

It is perhaps an unintentional jab, meant more to stop this particular line of questioning than to be hurtful.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Not understand? Why do you think I put up with you? Likely similar reasons.

"No, you are right. I probably would not. I am not even sure why I tolerate your company." He remarks crassly. And rather foolishly.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo peers cautiously at Illyria. Puzzle books and irate goddesses don't really mix, in his brain. But Candyland inspires a rather strange kinship.

"Evening," he smiles, standing next to her table.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

She eyes him warily. Children are of little interest to her, but this one, at least, had some proficiency with weapons. That was always a plus.

"Hello. Duo, is it?" she asks, pointedly, recalling that he did not wish to be called "small thing".

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Yep. Illyria, right? The others mentioned. Not much of a change to introduce yourself properly in that madhouse. Anyway, nice work with that...licorice thing. You totally kicked butt."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria blinks a few times at the human slang before recognizing it as a compliment.

Then winces at the memory of licorice.

"Please attempt to refrain from mentioning that vile candy in the future." she says, looking repulsed by the thought.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Ahhhh, right. Noted. I've felt the same way over the last few days." He makes a face. "My partner thinks it's funny. I'd like to see him deal with a candy-fied gun."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"I was thankful that my own abilities do not rely on weaponry to be effective." she agrees. "Otherwise things might have gone quite differently.

And then, frowning,

"What possessed you to follow me into my portal? It seems I can go nowhere without trailing curious humans in my wake."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo sighs. "It was Al. The youngest kid? He's a friend of mine, and he's only nine? Ten? I couldn't let him wander off by himself."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria snorts.

"You seem only half-grown, yourself. The youngest child had nearly as much power as those running the place, it seemed, considering his ability to form things out of the materials given."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo looks down at himself woefully. "'Fraid I ain't growing anymore. And yeah, Al is pretty good. But he has rules to how his alchemy works, just like most magic."

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria nods.

"If the universe did not have rules I would not have been confined to my present, limited form. It is entirely less than optimal."

She looks down at herself with much the same expression that Duo just did.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Um. It's a very nice form? Even if it is limited?"

...here's hoping that doesn't get a smiting.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

"Some find it so." Illyria says, with a shrug. She doesn't mind compliments, even if they aren't precisely directed at her.

"It will do, as I am becoming accustomed to it."

She eyes him, curiosly.

"Where are you from that they teach children to fight?"