A Chance Meeting [Closed; Bendy-time to just before contagion plot start]

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Ba'al had made something of a habit of wandering the city, during the days. Due to its sheer size, it was less likely that he would run into anyone when he didn't want to, but it was still easy enough to come into contact with people when it suited him. A perfect location for someone who was laying low, thanks to a certain other member of his species being a bit too showy (he was still disappointed, somewhat, in how that had ended...). If nothing else, the city had much to offer-- or at least more so than most of the rest of the ship.

And so, he found himself strolling through the city once more, with no particular aim, save to make himself busy, and perhaps discover something new. Perhaps he could find something useful this time.

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Ronon himself was doing his daily jog through the city. It was his way of doing patrols for security too but most importantly, he used it to clear his mind and focus. So there he was mid thought, running around a corner when he ran into Ba'al.

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For a brief enough second, Ba'al's face flashed in anger. He was tired of people running into him--literally or not. Did these fools not watch where they were going?

It didn't last, however. His expression quickly softened, before he spoke: "My apologies. Are you all right?"

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Ronon could only grunt at first. He just missed Ba'al's expression in his brief confusion. Shaking himself out of it, he responded. "Yeah. I'm alright. Are you?"

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Ba'al nodded, and flashed another one of his fake smiles. "I am fine, thank you," he said, giving the man before him a once-over. He wasn't familiar in any way. This was a completely new encounter. "I simply should have watched where I was going."

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He didn't reply to the last comment. Instead, when Ronon finally took a good look at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel there was something off about his demeanour. Sure, he was almost convincing in his politeness but there was just something about him that he wasn't liking. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Didn't you run for council?" They had never met before, but Ronon vaguely remembered seeing an image of him on the omnicoms as a council member candidate. He was never fond of the political types.

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Ba'al arched an eyebrow at the recognition he received. He had made his presence known, yes, with the ship-wide announcement of candidacy... but he hadn't particularly expected a random encounter to have remembered him from it after this time. He would not take it as a bad sign, though, certainly.

"That is correct," he replied, smiling still. "Quite the memory you have. I am Ba'al."

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Again, he didn't respond to Ba'al's compliment. Ronon tried his best to remember who was who on the ship, whether he's spoken to them or not. You never knew who was going to be a problem somewhere down the line nor did he feel that he should be complimented for watching his six.

He let his gaze settle on Ba'al's face until he finally replied with, "... Ronon Dex." He wondered how long Ba'al had been around on the ship for, but instead of asking, he was perfectly fine with creating an awkward silence as he continued to stare at Ba'al.

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Ba'al didn't hide the frown that crossed his features at Ronon's evasiveness. He made a point to connect with the people of this ship... but it was all the more difficult if they didn't make some kind of effort in return. It irritated him.

"A pleasure," he said instead, his tone matching the words perfectly. And two could play at that, could they not?