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.]
[her tail does a little bounce, gently thwapping his foot once.]
That's why I asked. Some people do better with the swords than the leftovers. [jeeze, though. no wonder he's jumpy. she's quiet for about half a second, and then:]
Good, though. That's - I'm glad you're done with it for now. Granted, you're here, so that's terrible, but you're out.
If no one else, you'd be the last person to tell me I'm full of shit if I told you...
[ She's literally a tiefling that just talked about being in the Hells, like. If she didn't believe him then there is no hope. ]
...I spent the last few days trapped in a pretty terrible city. Prehevil, capital of Bohemia. Torn by the war -- it was the Kaiser's goal, or so everyone suspects.
[ There's a silence here that's thick with not knowing how to begin, where to begin, whether he wants to even tell her. ]
A lot of hostiles. Unbelievable things -- overflowing with the occult gone wrong...
[to her credit - she said she was a good listener, and she is. and what he says she does believe! it doesn't even sound that strange to her. her tail settles on his foot again and stays there. just a connection, something to be grounded with.]
Gods. [she says, after a moment.] So like, monsters?
[occult is a funny term in faerun, because magic is real and people regularly commune with and talk to the gods, but she's gotten the impression from her short stay here so far that what's normal for her is witchcraft for others.
she means to say more, but she stops. that's good, she thinks - encouraging, if he wants to keep going.]
[instinctively, she leans, shoulder pressing against his.
also not the fucking moon]
... Sounds terrible. [she says, after a moment, softer than normal.] I've got a pretty solid imagination, but... twisted by the moonlight? So they weren't them anymore.
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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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I actually don't really like reading myself... the sight of a book alone could put me to sleep.
[ The shocking twist that Daan actually hates reading. ]
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Really? I wouldn't have figured! That'll teach me for assuming, huh.
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I wouldn't knock the appeal of a decent book though. They'd sometimes pass around a small novella or two if they found one in my platoon.
Does some decent things for morale.
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[she jokes.]
Platoon, huh? Soldier?
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[ He's not, but who's he to knock anybody's interests. ]
Field medic. Avoided the infantry because I knew my way around a scalpel and stitches.
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Was that better for you? Avoiding the infantry.
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...
Guess there's something to be said about having to do things on the medical side though. Very horrible things...
...
It's over, of course. At least for now. Peace talks began, what, a week ago... two.
[ So... like... he's VERY freshly free from war. Truly, things keep coming and never stop coming. ]
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That's why I asked. Some people do better with the swords than the leftovers. [jeeze, though. no wonder he's jumpy. she's quiet for about half a second, and then:]
Good, though. That's - I'm glad you're done with it for now. Granted, you're here, so that's terrible, but you're out.
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No rest permitted, I suppose...
Sure, I'm glad to be off the front lines. But I'm more glad to be out of that city...
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she glances at him, head tilted.]
City?
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If no one else, you'd be the last person to tell me I'm full of shit if I told you...
[ She's literally a tiefling that just talked about being in the Hells, like. If she didn't believe him then there is no hope. ]
...I spent the last few days trapped in a pretty terrible city. Prehevil, capital of Bohemia. Torn by the war -- it was the Kaiser's goal, or so everyone suspects.
[ There's a silence here that's thick with not knowing how to begin, where to begin, whether he wants to even tell her. ]
A lot of hostiles. Unbelievable things -- overflowing with the occult gone wrong...
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Gods. [she says, after a moment.] So like, monsters?
[occult is a funny term in faerun, because magic is real and people regularly commune with and talk to the gods, but she's gotten the impression from her short stay here so far that what's normal for her is witchcraft for others.
she means to say more, but she stops. that's good, she thinks - encouraging, if he wants to keep going.]
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[ Anything and everything. He's still not wholly sure how to take it in, but he's only had a mere three days after all. He's stopped his busywork. ]
Twisted by the moonlight.
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also not the fucking moon]
... Sounds terrible. [she says, after a moment, softer than normal.] I've got a pretty solid imagination, but... twisted by the moonlight? So they weren't them anymore.
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He doesn't move. ]
...No...
Probably not.
Easier to think they aren't.
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[she says this almost immediately.]
What'd you do? Fight them off?
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Whatever that needed to happen.
Not much choice than to keep moving. Otherwise.
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...And now... this.
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You can't catch a break, huh. [...] Sorry. You don't deserve all this.
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