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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is sitting at a table, with many many books strewen about. Some are closed, some are open and she is rifling through one after the other at a rather quick pace.

Come ask what's so interesting.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Still bound?" Aeryn smiled sweetly. Completely innocent, see!

[gravity_shifter]

"If you are asking if I am still unable to leave, I do not know." She replies boredly, not looking up from the book she currently holds. "I haven't tried."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"You haven't tried?" Lookit, mouth hanging open, confusion.

[gravity_shifter]

"I haven't tried." Each word is punctuated, as though she were speaking to a particularly stupid child.

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"I got that part you insufferable tralk." Aeryn said through clenched teeth.

"I meant why?"

[gravity_shifter]

She flips a page. "In future, you may wish to ask the question you actually want answered. You tend to get more accurate responses."

"This place interests me."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Or maybe you should listen better." She replied stubbornly.

"Most people bound here don't want to be."

[gravity_shifter]

"Every portal has its trigger. When I am ready to lave, I will find out what it is and then I will go."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Or you'll be stuck here, trying futilely like everyone else."

[gravity_shifter]

"Perhaps trying isn't the trigger."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"You can't get out if Bar doesn't want it, trust me."

[gravity_shifter]

"Then Bar and I will come to an agreement." She states matter-of-factly.

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, she doesn't do those."

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

Coming from a universe devoid of nonhuman aliens never mind the Tleilax, Paul is intrigued by the redhaired being at a nearby table who looks human, but doesn't feel like it. In his haggard state, he can't help but stare, a failing not fit for an Emperor.

[gravity_shifter]

Feeling the weight of a stare, Sikozu glances in his direction, looking him over with wide, neon green eyes.

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

Paul's own, still blue-in-blue, regardless of his losing the Spice, meet hers as coolly as he can manage. As much as he's interested in her, he's interested in her books. Not yet rising, he takes the plunge.

"My Lady, if I may ask, what are you reading?"

[gravity_shifter]

Her gaze softens. If he's interested in books, he just might be worth talking to.

"Most of them are various sources regarding an Earth species called Vampires. This one, however," she holds up the one in her hands, "is an instructional guide to the Earth language French."

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

He's not schooled on ancient Earth biology or languages, but the fact that there are books here about the almost mythical place is enough in itself to gain his full attention.

"Vampires. Hmm. I believe we had on my home planet a species of bat with that name." He rises. "Do you mind if I join you?"

[gravity_shifter]

"If you wish." She gestures to the empty chair at her table, looking at him with some interest now.

"What is a bat?"

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

Paul bows slightly, placing his wineglass gingerly between two of the irregularly stacked books, and sits.

"Bats are small, flying mammals. Most eat fruit or insects, but Vampires are known for living off of the blood of cattle."

Then, realizing his rudeness,

"Forgive me, would you like a glass of wine? My planet has been gone now for millennia at least, but somehow this establishment retains some of its finest vintages."

[gravity_shifter]

"Wine? This is an alcoholic beverage." Sikozu shakes her head. "I'm afraid I do not have a very high tolerance."

"According to practically every source, humanoid vampires drink blood as well." She eyes him. "What is your home planet?"

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

"Caladan. We also produce some fine teas; please allow me." Waving over a conveniently wandering waitrat.

"By the way, my name's Paul. Might I say, you have the most striking features. Where are you from?"

[gravity_shifter]

"Thank you." She smiles at that. "I'm Sikozu Shanu."

There is a slight hesitation at answering his last question.

"I am from Scarran controlled space. No one place in particular. My people are scattered."

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

Paul knows about scattered peoples, and can imagine what 'Scarran controlled' implies.

"So, you are a wanderer. There are worse ways to begin a life." Like having your father assassinated. "Still, that is only a beginning. By your studies, I sense that you are a woman who likes to move forward rather than merely stay moving."

[gravity_shifter]

"I am a wanderer now." She replies a little disdainfully, and then nods. "My people highly prioritize education. By trade, I was a researcher, paid to become an expert on a topic as chosen by our clients."