Who: Rarity and Mr. Psychopath Where: Somewhere outside What: Conversation When: Tuesday afternoon Rating: TBD Status: closed, complete
He had contemplated who he wanted to be this time. Confused and lost? Someone who already knew their way around? He decided on the latter. The face that was approaching him from afar was a new one. He kept close track of the people here. Everyone was so open about their inner feelings, worries and thoughts. Even secrets got spilled where everyone could read them. Not that he wasn’t able to read everything else.
“Oh, hey,” he said, putting on his most brilliant smile and approaching the young blond. “I haven’t seen you around so far. You are new, aren’t you?”
Confused and lost was right! Sure, Rarity had made her way down one of the streets. She had a lightweight shawl she’d found pulled around her shoulders, her hair tied and rolled up behind her head and hidden underneath a kerchief so only the whisps of a fringe revealed itself. She hated her hair, no matter what Applejack said. If she had anything anywhere in the world, it was her gorgeous mulberry hair, and here she had nothing. Nothing.
“Hello,” she said when she came to a stop as she was confronted by the man. She smiled back, but unlike the others he had thought were so open about their feelings, Rarity was highly skeptical about this place. She was not in Ponyville, not in Equestria at all. No one was nice here until they had proven helpful or otherwise.
“I am,” Rarity agreed with a nod, eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. “And you are?” Her voice was prime, refined, proper speaking and sophisticated.
“Oh, I’ve been around for a bit,” he said with a smile on his face. It could easily be mistaken for a true and honest smile. In fact, he had been around for a bit. There was no lie behind his words. “This is a scary place, isn’t it? It was hard for me to adept when I first came here.” He slowly wanted to direct the conversation into a way he wanted it to go, see how long he could engage her and what information he might get.
Watching the man, Rarity nodded as she listened. “It hasn’t been easy,” she agreed in that sophisticated tone of hers. Her hands laced together as she stood rather still, shifting slightly on her feet. “There are certainly things in this place that are less than ideal, to me.” A glance around.
“What are you doing out today? Just a walk?”
She seemed uncomfortable and he couldn’t help but enjoy her uneasy dance in front of him. He would have smiled but he wouldn’t give himself away. “Oh, I wanted to get a few supplies from one of the shops that are farther away,” he said nodding. “And then maybe some food on my way back. Oh god, it would be horrible if we would ever run out of food, wouldn’t it? And the chocolate. I’ve gotta admit, I’m quite an addict.” He chuckled softly. “But don’t let anyone else in on my secret.”
Giving a small, Rarity laughed at the man. Well, chocolate was admittedly quite delicious, but it was just awful for the skin. Oh, the zits! The horror! The woman refrained from eating chocolate as best she could, but considering how often she ended up at the Cake’s shoppe or at a Pinkie Pie party, it was not always easy to do!
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” she said. “There are farms here, and everyone seems quite resourceful! We should only worry about it when the time comes near, don’t you think?” Rarity gave a tilt of her head. She wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, the man was just….well, perhaps she was still acclimating to seeing human faces.
“And, if you do not mind my asking, what is your name, good sir?”
Farm - hmm, he put the place on his mental list. He had read about one but never actually taken it into consideration. The Spire had needed most of his attention and then there was whoever had brought them in here. But something like the farm would give people hope. It was longterm. And longterm was something he loved to take, hope something that was nice to crush.
"Oh, I am sorry. I should have introduced myself earlier. It's Bernard. Bernard Livingston. It's a pleasure," he stretched out his hand to shake hers, his fake-honest smile back in place.