[and if they sit in silence for a moment, he can probably hear the soft chugging of the engine in her chest. it's that sort of steam train type sound, with thudding pedals and steam vents.]
there's... a pause, as she thinks about how she wants to answer.]
I got sold to the devil. A specific one, actually - her name's Zariel, so if you ever hear that name, turn and fucking run. You want nothing to do with her, promise.
[keep our hearts beating and alive, huh. there's another pause, and she reaches to pull her tail away from where it's still curled tightly around her ankle. none of that, now.]
Well, hey. It's not all bad news. [she says, glancing at him with a little smile.]
We've got good people here. New friends, new allies. New memories, even. That's something. Nice to know there's still a little bit of goodness in the world, right?
[ He's still making this pile. He looks at them like wow. ]
...Sure. Why not. If you could deal with the pile of odd ends I've got here. They're not continuous enough to make usable strips out of, but ripping them into fragments should work well as gauze.
[her tail scoots a bit closer. flaps on the ground like how cat tails do when they're just chilling, and then rests next to his foot, just barely touching. she's doing her best to not scare him, and also not be weird, it's just that it's really hard for her not to be touchy. this'll do, if he'll allow it.
either way, she nods at the task, and gets to work, humming a little tune under her breath.]
like maybe two minutes? she's humming happily, as she works. and she's fidgety, bouncy. this girl cannot sit still. she doesn't know what else to say really, but she is not a quiet person in the least, so it's probably clear that she's casting around trying to think of something to say.]
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...I'm not going to flee, and I have the power of agency. If you asked a question I don't want to answer, all I'd have to do is refuse.
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Like you were expecting me to be missing an arm myself.
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We match a bit, either way. [thuds her fist against her chest, which makes a metal sound. clank clank.]
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Then he glances up at the noise. What the fuck? ]
I wasn't sure how to ask, given I'm not sure how much of anything is just due to your default constitution...
The glowing chest isn't typical then?
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[she says it cheerfully enough, but if he's looking at her tail, it's wrapped around her ankle.]
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[ He does note the position of tail. He's not an expert on that particular body language, but he can read a vibe. He's treading carefully. ]
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[and if they sit in silence for a moment, he can probably hear the soft chugging of the engine in her chest. it's that sort of steam train type sound, with thudding pedals and steam vents.]
... It's handy, sometimes.
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The sound of a steam train...
It feels so far away by now. ]
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Can't think of anything handy to be had from a missing eye. Not much there in terms of similarity.
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Guess not, but we're both missing something important is more what I was after.
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Can't deny that one.
[ She's so tall even when sitting. ]
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How'd yours happen? You can refuse to answer too, of course...
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there's... a pause, as she thinks about how she wants to answer.]
I got sold to the devil. A specific one, actually - her name's Zariel, so if you ever hear that name, turn and fucking run. You want nothing to do with her, promise.
[a little huff of a laugh.]
Cross my heart and hope to die.
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I'll keep it in mind... I try to steer away from anything occult these days anyway.
Nothing but bad news... bad news all around...
[ Quietly, but sympathy does leech into his otherwise normally flat and exhausted voice. ]
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Well, hey. It's not all bad news. [she says, glancing at him with a little smile.]
We've got good people here. New friends, new allies. New memories, even. That's something. Nice to know there's still a little bit of goodness in the world, right?
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Sure, yeah. I can agree with that.
It's the little things... so hang in there.
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Always do! Lean on me if you want and I'll make sure we both got something to hang on to.
[a beat.] You want help finishing making those bandages? I've got claws.
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[ He's still making this pile. He looks at them like wow. ]
...Sure. Why not. If you could deal with the pile of odd ends I've got here. They're not continuous enough to make usable strips out of, but ripping them into fragments should work well as gauze.
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either way, she nods at the task, and gets to work, humming a little tune under her breath.]
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They chilling. If you asked him if he could imagine being in this scenario two days ago, he would've just said what.
He can be a quiet worker. How long will Karlach stand a little silence? ]
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like maybe two minutes? she's humming happily, as she works. and she's fidgety, bouncy. this girl cannot sit still. she doesn't know what else to say really, but she is not a quiet person in the least, so it's probably clear that she's casting around trying to think of something to say.]
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[ It's not really a smile, it's something in-between. Like a veiled almost, enough to be disarming.
But the mild amusement buried beneath it is probably real. ]
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Sorry! Sorry. Gods, if I had a silver for every time Astarion had to throw a book at me to get me to shut up enough for him to doze.
[a laugh.]
Sitting in silence makes my head go places it shouldn't, but that's what the humming is for.
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You like to read?
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Ugh. You gonna be mad if I say no? [still sheepish.] I like listening to people talk about reading, if that helps.
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