(Note: Slight Labyrinth of Tigers spoilers)
(OOC Note: I’ve been meaning to write a ‘character development’ piece for Noire ever since I hit the third coil in the LoT – apologies if it’s rather sloppy, it’s still a first draft, cobbled together at an ungodly late hour after some cursory research)
"Noire" LeSable: "I am a biologist, with particular focus in the Ferae and Glires classes, having received my education from l’Université de Paris prior to my arrival here in the Neath. I have deeply studied the works of Malthus, Linnaeus, Lamarck, Schwann… but I might as well have studied Siamese table manners for all that it has helped me here. There is so much new here, so much that we do not understand, that sometimes it takes all of my willpower to keep myself from throwing my hands up, burning all of my notes, and drinking until my blood turns to alcohol.
"However, non. Each new scientific discovery I make or hear from others, as amazing and terrible as they can be, they do not… how you say… shake me to the core as something else I recently experienced had. You see, I had been spending quite some time lately in the first and second coils of the Labyrinth of Tigers, observing the exhibits and assisting the staff where I can. After quite some time, the rather charming Keeper of the Labyrinth of Tigers bade me to assist with several matters regarding the third coil. The human exhibits.
Noire shifts and glances away, appearing uncomfortable with the topic now. "Something… happened during my first walk through the cages. It… it was a deeply harrowing feeling, one that did not go away even after a week or so of duties and observations. I was aghast. I still am aghast. But I… it… I tried to ignore it at first, but… I…" She pauses in thought, tugging nervously on the embroidered fringe of her left sleeve. "My mind… it kept returning to… It was… The Exposition Universelle in Paris some years ago… they had a, how you say, ‘ethnological exposition’ – the largest one I had ever seen until l’Acclimatation Anthropologique opened in Bois de Boulonge. Savages and natural peoples from Sudan, Guiyana, Lapland, Imerina… Esquimauxs, Aztecs, Igorots, all in cages and displays, much like these men and women here. And I… I did not think much of it back then when I wandered the exhibits of that exposition in the past, fascinated… and yet in the Labyrinth of Tigers… Such a different response for so similar situations… But it is… different, yes? They are different. It is all different. It has to be, yes? But the question still runs in my mind, keeping me awake during the night hours long after the menagerie and its caretakers fall asleep: Is it truly different? Were they, behind those iron bars in Paris, truly different? And if they are not, then most of all…
"…what in God’s name have we been doing?"
Question: Er, in any case, let us return to lighter topics, oui? Of the various groups and factions in London, who do you say you, monsieur/madame/mumble associate yourself with?
edited by Noire LeSable on 5/18/2015