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@"Thoth"



Pryderi wasn't much for holding office. He didn't really care about having that sort of responsibility. Though he did respect those that did wish for it a little more than the average person. To go forward up against numerous candidates, to make the effort to make yourself known, it had to be a lot of hard work. There was nothing wrong with hard work. He himself tended to his studies with it though one wouldn't think so if they ever just happened upon the man who seemed to have his head in the clouds most of the day.

The hallway felt cluttered with people trying to hard to be flashy, to bribe people into liking them, propaganda overall. Most of them were like that and to Pryderi it only showed him the sort of people they were. He didn't feel like he wished someone to be on the council who did not take their job seriously and honestly. Popularity contests were never something he supported.

To his surprise there was a gem among the lumps of rock and while it did not glitter as brightly it was unique. The straight forward poster caught his attention and had him starring at it for a bit longer than he'd intended. His mind warped the image into his memories as he recalled posters of similar nature on the walls of an old building where he'd grown up. Surrounded by propoganda and advertisements there had been a single poster that gave him hope that the world wasn't filled with people who all thought in a hive-mind sort of fashion.

Unique minds were always so appealing.

His narrow eyes turned their gaze toward the one placing up those posters and he observed her closely. Staring at her a moment as if she were some sort of princess from a land across the sea from his own. Though he approached her as if she were obtainable still the same. "You are running for office?" It was a simple enough question, but every conversation had to start somewhere.

The press of the poster drew his attention well. Silently he would wonder whether she'd chosen to use tape or putty to hold those posters steady. He wasn't sure if anyone used putty anymore. It seemed like a dying thing that only teachers used once and a while. He never really understood that when it worked so well. All in all it was just one of those things he supposed.

Pale eyes would hold their piercing gaze upon Anastasia. Taking note of the stack of posters she held as well as her general stance. It was correct to assume that most that saw him in passing would have a difficult time not remembering his almost offensive paleness, but people forgot things of course. It all depend on the person; some were just oblivious. Though he'd only recently become an addition to this place, a safe haven, somewhere he could be himself without fear of being hunted down once again. So it was very possible he had just simply not met this woman. He was certain he would not forget a name so lengthy and elegant. It sounded like the sort of name you'd only hear in a royal court.

"Nice to meet you Anastasia." He stated surprisingly casual for someone who was now imagining the young lady in a ball gown suited for a queen. A smile would ghost upon his lips as he made his own greeting, "Pryderi MacNee and I am not running. While I do respect those who have the drive to take up that kind of responsibility, I am definitely not one of them. " He admitted quite openly. "What exactly are the responsibilities of this...auditor...position you are running for?" He wondered. He wasn't nearly as familiar with the role as he was with others, but the only way to know was to ask--right?

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Pryderi had no idea what to do with the extended hand. There were very few people in his life that had ever offered him a handshake. Whether it was simply out of fear or because they didn't see him as someone they needed formal greeting with he did not know. What he did know was that he felt a little awkward when it came to touching people's hands. Other parts of them were fine, but hands were just a thing with him. He attributed it to the fact that he knew very well that most people didn't wash their hands as often as they should. Who knows how many times they scratched their butt in private. He barely managed not to shudder at that thought.

His hand would raise to make sure that his bendy straw was still tucked behind his ear and he exhaled softly the breath he'd held when he thought it might have fallen. His gaze would focus on Anastasia again when she began to speak about the position in question.

"That sounds like a lot of responsibility. I bet you'd have to be pretty good at standing your ground in the face of people who might try to slack off to have that position. How do you plan on making sure that things are followed up on?" He wondered. It was a normal thing to be curious over right? Especially when you intended to vote for someone. He'd already seen some of the tactics others were using and he couldn't really say that he could get behind people that used bribery. "You can just call me Pryderi or whatever makes you comfortable." he reassured the one he was certain he'd refer to as the royal from now on. At least in his head.

"Do they really have that much power as president and vice president?" he questioned, a little surprised over the possible fact.

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Pryderi was starting to grow a certain amount of respect for this woman the more she spoke. The confident way she appeared, whether she was truly so or not, had earned that. She seemed knowledgeable about the position she was running for as well, which gave a definite boost to his views of her, and the likelihood that he would vote for her. he hadn't really given the others a chance yet and maybe that was wrong of him. However, he just couldn't bring himself to stop in his walking over a bribe. Maybe if they spoke about their plans instead of trying to lure people he might have taken more of an interest.

Perhaps he just wasn't really into politics enough to understand.

"Sounds like a rather dangerous position. Socially and otherwise. I fear for you if someone who is equally as stubborn and far more cruel were to get the presidential position. Who knows what they would do to try to keep your voice silent." he stated understanding at least the lengths some would go to in that aspect.

The question provided to him about his origins had him silent for a moment as he looked back to the posters. "No, I come from Estonia, but I have traveled far to escape that place. I do miss it at times, but not the people. Only the beauty." he noted with a light chuckle.

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