[ Actually, now that Lucy mentions it, that's a good point. Thus far, Magisteria has been the singular city-state that they and fellow Otherworlders have encountered within Medeas. Could it be singular in its organization and priorities? Were other cities within the world similar, or perhaps very different? ]
Hmph... perhaps multiple factions. Rogues or extremists as well, one would suppose.
[ The magic/tech division was one broad area where some members of the citizenry found themselves in opposing camps, but with so many different people of different backgrounds, with different priorities, there were bound to be others.
It was not a leap to suppose there was likely a certain degree of internecine conflict as well. After all, even among the two broad groups of tech and magic, clearly there was quite a bit of diversity on each side, to say nothing of other potential flash points.
Anyway, Gilgamesh behaves as if he is quite at home in the cafe, no matter how unusual or anachronistic his appearance is. then again, by now, he has probably customized his wardrobe more in light with local customs, including Bios-infused jewelry baubles or accordingly bright and flashy clothing. in any era, the man had his own idea of trendy.
but this cafe suits him just fine. as they wait in line, Gilgamesh taps one of the holo walls with his finger, prompting the revelation of a digital menu. ]
Turbulence does not trouble me. Ah, but [ he is still looking at the menu, as if transfixed by the sprawl of words appearing in glow. ] I suppose we mustn't forget the reason of our coming here.
[ it was to seek assistance for the ...berry muffin issue, however they might begin with that. though now that they are here, the prospect of consuming/drinking something or enjoying the cafe for a bit unto its own rights... did not seem too unappealing. ]
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Hmph... perhaps multiple factions. Rogues or extremists as well, one would suppose.
[ The magic/tech division was one broad area where some members of the citizenry found themselves in opposing camps, but with so many different people of different backgrounds, with different priorities, there were bound to be others.
It was not a leap to suppose there was likely a certain degree of internecine conflict as well. After all, even among the two broad groups of tech and magic, clearly there was quite a bit of diversity on each side, to say nothing of other potential flash points.
Anyway, Gilgamesh behaves as if he is quite at home in the cafe, no matter how unusual or anachronistic his appearance is. then again, by now, he has probably customized his wardrobe more in light with local customs, including Bios-infused jewelry baubles or accordingly bright and flashy clothing. in any era, the man had his own idea of trendy.
but this cafe suits him just fine. as they wait in line, Gilgamesh taps one of the holo walls with his finger, prompting the revelation of a digital menu. ]
Turbulence does not trouble me. Ah, but [ he is still looking at the menu, as if transfixed by the sprawl of words appearing in glow. ] I suppose we mustn't forget the reason of our coming here.
[ it was to seek assistance for the ...berry muffin issue, however they might begin with that. though now that they are here, the prospect of consuming/drinking something or enjoying the cafe for a bit unto its own rights... did not seem too unappealing. ]