"Not anarchy," the Tailor muttered to themself, "why does everyone always mistake it for anarchy, for god's sake--" They grit their teeth, lips pressed together in a thin line, but didn't express any further irritation. "The other Cities, for a start. Things from before the Fall, if I can get my hands on them. But not just the past, if I can help it." The subject was complicated. Now was probably not the best time to get into it. How do you explain dreams, anyway?
They didn't know what portentous meant, but if the emotional outburst was any indication... it couldn't mean anything good. The Tailor was not a fan of revolutionaries. Oh, they tolerated them, and understood the ideas of the oppressed throwing off the shackles, and all that tosh, and the Tailor was deeply disdainful of the upper class and its pretense themself, but all the loud proclamations rang exceptionally hollow to the Tailor, who--well. Let's just say no self-proclaimed anarchist had ever offered a helping hand to them.
(Also the blasted fools kept trying to commission them to burn down warehouses full of fabric. Come on.)
"Well, Thursday, you can always change the term people use with time and work. As for the beetles, if you make your way to Esoteric Cryptozoologists on campus, you'll find they use quite a lot of them. So many, in fact, they easily lose track of the number. If you did want to collect a few, there's a good place to start."
They'd closed off, just a touch, and here they returned to their book to notate. Sorry Thursday, it isn't anything personal.
Re: Before Class
They didn't know what portentous meant, but if the emotional outburst was any indication... it couldn't mean anything good. The Tailor was not a fan of revolutionaries. Oh, they tolerated them, and understood the ideas of the oppressed throwing off the shackles, and all that tosh, and the Tailor was deeply disdainful of the upper class and its pretense themself, but all the loud proclamations rang exceptionally hollow to the Tailor, who--well. Let's just say no self-proclaimed anarchist had ever offered a helping hand to them.
(Also the blasted fools kept trying to commission them to burn down warehouses full of fabric. Come on.)
"Well, Thursday, you can always change the term people use with time and work. As for the beetles, if you make your way to Esoteric Cryptozoologists on campus, you'll find they use quite a lot of them. So many, in fact, they easily lose track of the number. If you did want to collect a few, there's a good place to start."
They'd closed off, just a touch, and here they returned to their book to notate. Sorry Thursday, it isn't anything personal.