"A cop? Feh!" Lev says, and then adds, smiling, "good to know gamayun exist not just by us. Though I know only a few who are like, able to use pens with their hands, though like ... might just be our city, nu?" They shrug, and then fall silent for a moment, considering the fact that they'd not met a cop in a very long time—in fact, that cops haven't really been a thing in the Talons for years now.
And they tell Magne so—"we got rid of cops, when we got rid of kings. And we closed prisons when we closed the asylums, too. We make other arrangements now."
As for the quirk thing—
"Wait, like," they say, frowning a little. "Such things are ... unusual, by others? Not by thee, but by, ekh, like." They wrack their brain for names of people they've spoken to, and come up short. "Um, like, the army sawbones?"
Hawkeye has stuck in their mind a little, yes. People who compliment them with the enthusiasm Hawk did usually do.
There's also two other matters, which occur to them as they're rifling through their memory for Hawk's actual name, and not a description of him or his, ah, better attributes. One is trivial:
"I've like, never really been sure on the exact distinction between, nu," they pause, and admit, sheepishly, "magnetism and magic. They're both like, fields? And mostly invisible but very powerful? Though like, I suppose I've never been clear on the difference between either of those or electricity."
This is, by where he's from, the equivalent of admitting you're not quite sure on the distinction between frogs and toads, or ducks and geese.
The other, though, is less trivial:
"What do I call thee?" they say, head cocked to one side, smiling to try and banish the sudden awkwardness they're feeling—they feel like they really ought to be better at the common social scripts by now. "And, nu, how would'st thou have me refer to thee, when speaking to others? Like. I have mine assumptions there, but not all those I think are women are actually women. It like, pays to check."
this is not an ICP joke, I swear, she's really that much of a ditz sometimes
"A cop? Feh!" Lev says, and then adds, smiling, "good to know gamayun exist not just by us. Though I know only a few who are like, able to use pens with their hands, though like ... might just be our city, nu?" They shrug, and then fall silent for a moment, considering the fact that they'd not met a cop in a very long time—in fact, that cops haven't really been a thing in the Talons for years now.
And they tell Magne so—"we got rid of cops, when we got rid of kings. And we closed prisons when we closed the asylums, too. We make other arrangements now."
As for the quirk thing—
"Wait, like," they say, frowning a little. "Such things are ... unusual, by others? Not by thee, but by, ekh, like." They wrack their brain for names of people they've spoken to, and come up short. "Um, like, the army sawbones?"
Hawkeye has stuck in their mind a little, yes. People who compliment them with the enthusiasm Hawk did usually do.
There's also two other matters, which occur to them as they're rifling through their memory for Hawk's actual name, and not a description of him or his, ah, better attributes. One is trivial:
"I've like, never really been sure on the exact distinction between, nu," they pause, and admit, sheepishly, "magnetism and magic. They're both like, fields? And mostly invisible but very powerful? Though like, I suppose I've never been clear on the difference between either of those or electricity."
This is, by where he's from, the equivalent of admitting you're not quite sure on the distinction between frogs and toads, or ducks and geese.
The other, though, is less trivial:
"What do I call thee?" they say, head cocked to one side, smiling to try and banish the sudden awkwardness they're feeling—they feel like they really ought to be better at the common social scripts by now. "And, nu, how would'st thou have me refer to thee, when speaking to others? Like. I have mine assumptions there, but not all those I think are women are actually women. It like, pays to check."