[color=fff79a][h3]Franziska[/h3][/color] Franziska's Lab [@Aqutanama] [hr] Franziska's demeanor changed from amused, to bored, to mildly irritated as he spoke. She visibly ground her teeth together, clicking her tongue in an annoyed fashion. He was speaking nonsense, wasn't he? [color=fff79a]"Hear only half of what you say? You seem to hear none of what I say."[/color] She replied irritably. [color=fff79a]"You fail basic understanding and comprehension. Not only that, but you insult my beliefs, insinuate that I would brainwash you? That is something only the church of Existence does."[/color] She rebuffed, voice picking up in volume. [color=fff79a]"My people do not brainwash - only bring enlightenment through magic, knowledge, and understanding. We refer to those highest beings as the illuminated - those who have contributed great tomes and volumes of knowledge to our cause! We are not some cult that hurts-"[/color] She stopped herself mid rant, gold eyes shifting to the side as she swiftly spun on her heels towards one of her desks. [color=fff79a]"...it doesn't matter. You won't listen, and in your blissful ignorance you will see nothing but yourself."[/color] She took the bonesaw down from the wall, briefly inspecting it, running her thumb over the blade. [color=fff79a]"Trust, like respect, is earned. Not given."[/color] She replied calmly, suddenly seeming utterly normal. [color=fff79a]"Just like knowledge and understanding of the world. You can't wait around for it to simply find you."[/color] Franziska took the knife, embedding it into the desk. [color=fff79a]"You have to work at it. Cultivate it. Feed it. Sometimes debase yourself for it. You want to trust me? I will tell you I am one of the most trustworthy people you'd ever meet, but you? I can't trust you. From your words, you're unsuitable as an apprentice...and to protect both of us, I can not take you. The scarabs would feast on your flesh and the church would burn you at the stake."[/color] Sighing, Franziska turned to face the human once more, golden eyes studying him with some form of judgement. [color=fff79a]"...up the stairs. First door on your left. You'll be on the streets. See how well you do on your own, hm? And if you rethink your decision in the next few hours, I will be here. Otherwise, this will likely be the last we see of each other. If you stay, I will take it you agreeing to my terms."[/color] Not only had she been correct in her assumption he was lying, he insulted her entire belief system. Annoying, even if it was done out of ignorance. He didn't seem intent on even attempting to make any sort of understanding, either. Time to visit the slave market, she supposed. Sigh. So much time wasted. She should have done it first instead of even attempting something so foolish as this.