scawwy ✦ karlach cliffgate

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[ He nods back in greeting. ]

...

You don't? It looks like you have a name across your back...

[ He says this with some uncertainty though, because he recalls her admitting she was sold, and if she doesn't know what they're of, maybe those two things kind of have bad implications together? ]

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[a... pause.]

Wait, I do? What name?

[there are definitely Implications, but despite that, she doesn't sound like... panicked, or anything. just kind of vaguely annoyed by having it visible.]

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Uhm.

[ Excuse him as he looks again because it's not a name he's familiar with. ]

"Enver Gortash"?

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[okay, now her tail goes stiff and still.]

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[a bit of flame crawls through her hair, kind of like the way it might sit on top of water and oil, not quite touching. very suddenly, she's super warm, enough that he can probably feel it from where he's standing - she doesn't burn, but it's intense.]

Fuck that.

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Ah.

...

[ Wow, it's warm. I've started just about all my other tags with a blanket so you know what, he has one here too. Maybe he was cold! And he just kind of. Holds that up to her?

Cover up, girl. Though as he reaches out, black writing snakes across his arm even through his long-sleeve shirt, spelling out WRETCH, OUTSIDER. ]

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[she'll take the blanket, after a second, hesitant. mostly because she's afraid she's going to set it on fire, but when she touches the fabric - it's fine. it doesn't burst into flames, so. she puts it around her shoulders...

and the ink blotches right through and settles comfortably on the blanket.

she doesn't know it does this, mostly because she gets distracted by the writing on him.]

... Is this some kind of funny joke the cultists are doing, or what?

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[ He draws his hand back the moment the blanket is out of his hand, his free one immediately coming up to try to cover the text. ]

Uh -- I -- I don't know. Possibly. Probably.

Or just the nature of this place...

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[she tries to give him a little bit of privacy with the writing, looking away, up.]

Ugh. [the flames calm down, though, at least. deep breath.] Figures he wouldn't stop haunting me.

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...Things do seem to come back regularly, don't they.

They never quite leave, no...

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[she shakes out her hands.]

Fuck. Okay. Start over. Morning. We haven't got any stupid fucking reminders on us. How's it going.

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[ He scoffs a little under his breath. It's a soft sound, understanding how bizarre her attempt is, but still -- it's an attempt. ]

...Assigned housing. Looks like we've got them.

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[she'll take it!]

I've got the Mortuary. Where'd you land?

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The cabin.

[ His condolences, unless she's into that thing, then congratulations? ]

...The other people in there are also a relatively friendly, if not colourful bunch.

It's pretty crowded.

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[she's not too picky where she sleeps, and she's in the same place as gale and astarion, so! it works.]

Crowded can be good and bad. Depends on the people. [swish swish tail.] You feel connected to it, too? I've got this itchy feeling when I think about the Mortuary.

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I don't know that I feel connected, per se...

[ Unless I'm stupid and it was written somewhere but I just checked and I don't see one. ]

Wouldn't surprise me much, though. They have one theme going for them, and they're using it.

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[it's a like, spiritual sense that they are claimed by the building but easily ignorable according to Questions]

Yeah. This place has got one setting and it's creep. [she rubs at her neck.] I hate just standing around waiting, you know? It's making me twitchy.

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[ MY MORNING DISCORD BACKLOG ]

Haven't found that axe you're looking for, yet? [ ... ] What else did you get in your crate?

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[IT'S SO EASY TO MISS DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

anyway she. hesitates here, and then:]

Okay, don't freak out, and I'll tell you.

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[ CONCERN? He's already assuming the worst. Like it's a severed head. ]

...Alright, I'm steeled.

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[close!]

Um. [clears her throat.] My old heart. Or I think - at least, I think it's my old heart, it's not like I know what it looks like.

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...

[ That is so alarming on so many points. ]

And it's... okay?

Did you get it in ice?

[ It's not going to rot, is it? ]

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It was a little... melty?

[ALARMING]

But Pesto helped me put it in a preserve jar today! So it - should be okay? I think?

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Hopefully.

[ LORD. He's not entirely sure if he'd recommend putting that back in her if it's melty but also some [REDACTED] stuff so maybe it could be done... ]

That's very.

Extreme.

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[she is very conflicted on whether or not she wants it back in her honestly especially when they're in the middle of nowhere and all the water is blood flavored]

Hah! Hah. Aaaaaahhhhhh. [.-.]

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Another hateful thing to add to the list of complaints we'd like to compile for the village as a spite letter before we leave...?