[The house was chosen only because it was empty. Paul hadn't anticipated this being the site of what he will euphemise as a conversation only because it scratches at some cloying, unhappy itch (like the edge of a blister) of dark humor.
But Paul didn't plan for anywhere specific, either. He doesn't know the neighborhood beyond his brief scouting, or what Dito is capable of, or even what he truly looks like outside of the veiled revelation of futuresight. Plans in Trench never survive contact with the unknown. There's no purpose to them, and he is sick of being meticulous and restrained when everyone else does whatever seems to please them, moment to moment.
So here will serve. Any place with a door would. This one opens into a dark hallway, where Paul stands, smiling slightly.]
May I help you?
[His tone is low and pleasant, if touched lightly by consternation at the intensity of the knock. He's an excellent actor. There's not a twitch of microexpression out of place.]
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But Paul didn't plan for anywhere specific, either. He doesn't know the neighborhood beyond his brief scouting, or what Dito is capable of, or even what he truly looks like outside of the veiled revelation of futuresight. Plans in Trench never survive contact with the unknown. There's no purpose to them, and he is sick of being meticulous and restrained when everyone else does whatever seems to please them, moment to moment.
So here will serve. Any place with a door would. This one opens into a dark hallway, where Paul stands, smiling slightly.]
May I help you?
[His tone is low and pleasant, if touched lightly by consternation at the intensity of the knock. He's an excellent actor. There's not a twitch of microexpression out of place.]