[It's a good question. She stares at the wall and smiles without a drop of amusement, quietly ruing the fact this conversation reminds her of another she'd had long ago.]
It depends on what you mean.
For you? I would suspect the tactic to take would be that of exotic appeal. An elf, but a charming one; a Rifter, but a relatable one. They will never accept you as anything more than that, but you must know that already. But if you can appeal to them while dancing that fine line . . .
[Hmm.]
Amuse them. Endear them to you. Thrill them, if you can, but do not scare them, and don't ever remind them that you're smarter, or braver, or more able to kill them. The wealthy elite are much like any wealthy elite: they crave amusement, and want to feel good about themselves. If you can swallow your dignity and become a pet, all the better, but even putting on a good show for a night or three might help.
Either that, or find a way to use your talents in such a way as to make yourself invulnerable. Vastly more difficult, I admit, but more satisfying to one's dignity. It's your choice.
As for this world in particular . . . I suppose the only thing I can tell you is to be elvish enough to intrigue, and human enough to safely relate. Strike any elvish from your speech, but offer to teach them exotic rituals or fun little party games.
But perhaps I'm telling you things you already know. I've been here longer, yes, but you seem keenly adept at survival. Are these lessons you haven't already learned? I would be shocked if the answer was yes.
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It depends on what you mean.
For you? I would suspect the tactic to take would be that of exotic appeal. An elf, but a charming one; a Rifter, but a relatable one. They will never accept you as anything more than that, but you must know that already. But if you can appeal to them while dancing that fine line . . .
[Hmm.]
Amuse them. Endear them to you. Thrill them, if you can, but do not scare them, and don't ever remind them that you're smarter, or braver, or more able to kill them. The wealthy elite are much like any wealthy elite: they crave amusement, and want to feel good about themselves. If you can swallow your dignity and become a pet, all the better, but even putting on a good show for a night or three might help.
Either that, or find a way to use your talents in such a way as to make yourself invulnerable. Vastly more difficult, I admit, but more satisfying to one's dignity. It's your choice.
As for this world in particular . . . I suppose the only thing I can tell you is to be elvish enough to intrigue, and human enough to safely relate. Strike any elvish from your speech, but offer to teach them exotic rituals or fun little party games.
But perhaps I'm telling you things you already know. I've been here longer, yes, but you seem keenly adept at survival. Are these lessons you haven't already learned? I would be shocked if the answer was yes.
What were you, before this?