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I just transferred.

[ A short - and slightly blunt - statement. It's almost given as some sort of disclaimer in the sense of "so don't expect me to really know anything just yet" more than anything else.. it's probably also why a proper introduction is missing. He's not the social type, and he sure doesn't like drawing attention to himself to begin with, so maybe he's just hoping to keep it as short as possible.

A small pause, as if he's thinking of how to word something, but then he just sighs. He probably shouldn't take up too much time with this or lunch break is over, huh. ]

What do you do when your annoying roommate just won't shut up. [ Not even bothering to filter it from said roommate. He gives exactly zero shits.

(Also yes, that's apparently the whole question.) ]

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I have been adviced that joining clubs is a good way of socializing, so perhaps I should indeed consider it.

[And since he hasn't figured out how to private messages just yet, and doesn't want some things all over the network, he's just going to switch to Polish. It's a little bit garbled, but he has studied the language to some extent, and Volstovic being reasonably close helps.]

{You have been making a name for yourself back home. I would definitely say it's a mark of fame when there are people who want you dead.} [Luvander, this is not how we make friends.]

[Feliks reaches forward and switches the feed to private mode before he replies, because he does get why he switched all of a sudden. And that accent... Volstovic?]

{Want me dead? How come?}

[He's not nearly clueless enough to really not get that loud, public, somewhat successful campaigning for civil rights in a region that includes at least one paranoid, aggressive dictatorship can sort of paint a target on you -- but hey, now Luvander can guess that the rumor about him evading capture on a smuggling run by passing for a teenage girl who was really confused about why she was being questioned? They were probably true.]

[Oh, look, now it seems to be private. How very considerate of Feliks. Luvander seems to relax minutely.]

I hope you don't mind me reverting to English? It's not nearly as dramatic, which is a shame, but I'm afraid my Polish is rather dreadful, and it would be far from me to abuse someone's mother tongue any further than I have to.

[Regina, but it's weird to actually be talking to someone he's been briefed on... and wow, the guy does look rather a lot like a teenage girl, doesn't he? He kind of reminds him a bit of Cassiopeia - and that is as good an indicator as any to not take him lightly based on looks.]

As for why, I imagine you can make an educated guess. But if you want to be more specific, I am referring to your activities getting help to mutants in Volstov.

Oh, that?

[The look of baffled innocence is suddenly gone, and replaced with... self-satisfaction?]

Well, if someone has that much of an issue with people getting, like, food and medicine and blankets, I'm kinda proud they'd feel that threatened by me.

Oh, I'm sure that it was nothing personal - it's just that aiding and abetting mutants that weren't sanctioned by the government kind of used to be frowned upon, you know?

[His smile is pleasant enough still, but there is a hint of a mocking edge to his voice nonetheless.]

Used to drive old Nico - that is to say, the Esar - spitting mad. The briefing files weren't very flattering, and suggested a number of ways of assassinating you, but the simple truth is that there was too much to lose on a mission like that. And there were more aggressive activists than you out there.

[Do you see what he is doing, Luvander? He is preening. Pissing off powerful fascists who've never met you on a deep and personal level: ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!]

Oh, dude. "Unflattering"? You can not drop hints like that and then not spill. I totally want deets!

[He can see that preening and that only makes him like Feliks right from the get-go.]

I'm sorry to say it was fairly predictable stuff. Generalized slurs, that sort of thing - it makes you despair, it really does. Mainly toward your faith, what with religion being outlawed in Volstov, and of course toward your sexuality... or rather, what was being assumed about your sexuality. We're not the most forward country when it comes to those matters either.

[A small laugh, just the tiniest bit brittle, but credit where it's due, he rallies fast.]

Oh, and some suggestions that you are a secret agent of the American government, for that extra hint of outright paranoia.

[He catches that -- between Fai and himself, he has a good eye for laughs that are hiding things. He'll bring up the other club later, maybe.]

Way uncreative. And like, I don't know what was public there, but I'm out at home and here -- he at least wasn't making up the gay thing, not that I'm doing a ton about it.

[Oh god he's going to be 23 in a couple of weeks and he's still never gotten past -- ugh no not thinking about this, be fabulous instead!]

And I'm a shadowy puppet of the Great Capitalist Imperialist Enemy now? That's cute. I mean, I don't think it'd be a good look on me to be anyone's shadowy puppet, but it's definitely a new one!

Well, like you said, it's not like you make a secret of certain facts about your person. But when they tried to sell to us that you were a "catholic fanatic", and at the same time informed us that you were rampantly promiscuous and generally morally corrupt, you could say that I started smelling a rat. Apparently, you fuck degenerate leaders to gain their support, and you keep a pair of American twins as lovers? Although it's pretty consistently mostly one of them visible in photographs of you.

[He rolls his eyes slightly, but hey, at least reading briefings like that had been amusing. He, Raphael and Niall had roleplayed out choice parts and laughed until they nearly cried.]

And perhaps the American government decided that shadow puppets needed a fashion face lift? Dark suits and sunglasses are, after all, so five minutes ago.

[Let's be honest: there was never any way that request for information was going to end except with Feliks blushing terribly and stunned speechless for a second.]

I-- my best friend has a twin, that's all! And wow, that's super gross. It sounds like someone had way too much fun making it up, if you ask me, right?

[Oh no, had he actually managed to embarrass the poor man? How unexpectedly sweet.]

Well, you need to give the propaganda department something to do, you know? Or there's no telling what they'll get up to.

Anyway, I think what I'm trying to say is that it's a pleasure to meet you without actually having been sent to kill you. I'm Luvander - I suppose I should have introduced myself from the start, but my upbringing was never that good.

[He's still recovering from that bit about selling his body for political clout AND having twin boyfriends, and his complexion is going to take a while to go back to normal, but at least he manages a smile.]

Like I'm all about the manners? It's nice to meet you too, though!

Oh yes, I forgot. You are the depraved agent of a corrupted nation, I really do need to keep that in mind.

[Luvander makes a soft little noise of amusement, eyes bringht with interest.]

I'm sorry for how forward I'm being. I think it is a combination of earnest admiration - the kind you hold for a person who has more than once referred to your despotic boss as "a basic bitch" - and... well, I guess you're a reminder of home, as sentimental as that sounds.

Exactly! Like, what kind of pawn of Western Decadence has time for playing nice, right?

[Nice, he generally is, but he's not good at pleasantries, and worse still at pretending at niceness when he's not feeling it.]

Also, to be fair, that bitch was basic as Hell.

And it's never perfect, but there's no place like it, huh?

[For a moment, Luvander thinks of the old barracks where the Dragons had been stationed a large portion of the time; of the sleeping hall where old socks and dirty magazines were strewn around, the common room in which expensive furniture and mats and pillows had been crammed, somehow achieving the impression of dingy luxury. He thinks of the palace and the room they had occupied there as stately occasions demanded it, all stern opulence and silence flooding in from all corners of the building around them.

Both were probably burned to the ground, but neither place was home.

But then he thought about tripping over Merritt's damn boots, and Havemercy's filthy morning temper, and Niall singing loudly as he cooked, and Spiridon painting little frescoes - sometimes quite rude - in nail polish on the walls, and Ivory playing the piano. That was where his home was. If they were alive, he'd find it again.]

And if there are too many imperfections to fix, you can always take the things that really matter with you and start anew somewhere else, isn't that true? [He can't tell if he's asking for assurance, and in that case, why he would do so to a stranger.] I mean, I should think this place functions in such a way for quite a lot of people, am I right?

[Perhaps because they're on a private channel, while Feliks smiles, he doesn't see the need to make a joke of it. There's a little warmth there -- maybe Luvander reminded him of himself there, just for a second.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's totally it!

This is a good place for that kind of thing. Like, even when the only thing you've got left is you.

[He'd never really been liked before he came here. He knows he's not the only one.]

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