LOCKE
Talk about being out of your element. Locke could barely read on a good day and now he was surrounded by books, scrolls, tomes, what-have-yous. But he was on a mission, if you could call it that. He had meant to find October first but had spotted Gideon while looking for books for Maeve and Edmund. (Side note: Why is he surrounded by nerds?)
Having effectively stalked the man through out the Archive, Locke was finally ready to approach him. Of all of his tasks, this felt the most daunting, despite not even knowing who Finn was. Maybe he'll find that out now. He tries to stamp down whatever nervousness he feels, wandering, meandering as casually as one can towards the Priest.
"Anythin' interestin'? Frey's the one who attuned me. Was pretty interestin'." See, same side. Same team. Nothing suss here. "You Gideon? Queen Maeve had some questions.. If you're willing to oblige us." Locke's learned the best cons are either short and sweet or long haul and he doesn't have the time to play the long game.
Having effectively stalked the man through out the Archive, Locke was finally ready to approach him. Of all of his tasks, this felt the most daunting, despite not even knowing who Finn was. Maybe he'll find that out now. He tries to stamp down whatever nervousness he feels, wandering, meandering as casually as one can towards the Priest.
"Anythin' interestin'? Frey's the one who attuned me. Was pretty interestin'." See, same side. Same team. Nothing suss here. "You Gideon? Queen Maeve had some questions.. If you're willing to oblige us." Locke's learned the best cons are either short and sweet or long haul and he doesn't have the time to play the long game.
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
and drown in alcohol
and drown in alcohol
