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- ac: jacob frye,
- ac: leonardo da vinci,
- ac: malik al-sayf,
- dc: alec holland,
- dc: sara lance,
- dragon age: alistair theirin,
- dragon age: zevran arainai,
- expanse: josephus miller,
- ff: nida,
- ff: oerba dia vanille,
- ff: reeve tuesti,
- ff: rinoa heartilly,
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- hunger games: annie cresta,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- incryptid: alex price,
- kh: aqua,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: anne weying,
- marvel: betty ross,
- marvel: bruce banner,
- marvel: eddie brock,
- marvel: foggy nelson,
- marvel: loki odinson,
- marvel: pepper potts,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- marvel: tony stark,
- mass effect: reyes vidal,
- mfmm: phryne fisher,
- overwatch: brigitte lindholm,
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- rvb: agt washington,
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- we: bobo del rey
[One-Man Show] un: Watney | @everyone
PLEASE CHECK IN WITH YOUR STATUS AND WHERE YOU ARE, EVEN IF YOU ARE SAFE IN THE VILLAGE.
If you are alone or otherwise need help, please specify as best you can so that we can send someone to reach you.
If you are alone or otherwise need help, please specify as best you can so that we can send someone to reach you.
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I'm going with a man I found at that party. Crazy, climbing a wall one-armed, but he decided he's going. He's getting supplies together. ...Taking too damn much time to do it, but still.
I'm bringing my woodcutting axe.
[And then, much more quietly, he said--] Maker's ass, Zev, this scared the life out of me. I thought I'd lost you. Damn it, I...
...just...
...stay safe until I get to you, all right?
It's not right, here, without you.
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[ A dead man that does not yet know he is dead or how it is he comes to die.
Someone Zevran does not much know and has no desire to enlighten. ]
I'm armed. I have my knives, my boots, and my coat. I will survive.
[ Despite himself, it seems- though that thought is washed over with a twinge of...guilt? At Alistair's soft admission. ]
...You managed to live a decade without my company, I am certain you could manage.
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Look... [A heaved sigh, and then his voice edged back toward normal.] I barely recognise some of the names you mentioned. You, I know. You, I trust. You get them halfway, I know you can, and by then I should be there to meet you.
[And then there's the smallest hint of humour, a gentle, verbal nudge in Zev's direction.] And I promise I won't bring you anything I cooked.
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...if you bring food you've cooked I am turning around and marching back up to the top of the mountain.
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[After a few moments, he goes on:] Is it weird that this feels normal? Back out into the woods without much in the way of supplies? I halfway feel like I'll find an elven ruin on the way and have to kill a revenant or something...
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[ Alas, there are no small sordid towns with their cults to poke. Sad day. ]
I half expect to hear Shale complaining about birds or Oghren complain about the lack of beer.
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Maker's breath, I missed you. Are you all right, Zev? You sound like somebody shook you around until your head hit a rock.
PRIVATE
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It was...something like that.
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...
[There are a good few long moments of silence before--]
I won't say a single word. Won't ask a single question, I swear.
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Well intended as it had been? Zevran had nothing to say then. He certainly does not now. ]
You have my thanks.
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[Even if he wasn't sure who was going to pull them except... them. The people.]
Anything you, specifically, want me to bring?
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You haven't found a bottle of brandy poking about the village, have you?
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[There's some background noise for some of this. Fussing about to try to find the pack. And put together some kind of belt to hold the axe.]
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[ Won't remember the spill of blood, the betrayal on Rinna's face-
The oily curl of Tali's voice in his ear so soon after. ]
...If you check under the bed we haven't been using, you'll find a leather scabbard and belt. The tooling isn't finished but that is purely decorative. Consider it a late Satanalia gift.
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Zev...
[If anything, he sounds absolutely, genuinely touched, but it shifts to gentle admonishment.]
Zev... It was for your knives, wasn't it? It must be. I've not been here long enough for you to work on something for me. ...Plus I smacked you in the face with a rock. I didn't mean to, but ... you know what I mean.
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[ And it is, in fact, just that. Half-formed, the fine lines not yet finished, the beginnings of a stamped pattern down half the length of the belt. Nothing of Antiva- nothing of Ferelden, not truly, but something of Alistair's.
Something that, to him, mattered. ]
From the sounds of it I have missed quite a few gifts. You are owed this.
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This is magnificent, Zevran. I'm... Thank you. Thank you so much - you've put... so much work into this...
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[ Like that takes the sentiment from the gift- it doesn't. He knows it does not. ]
As I said. I was not...there, for you, when you needed someone. I should have been. No oath of loyalty, no promise of safety is worth abandoning the first friend I have made honestly.
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We both know that if my pants were falling down, you would've sewn sinkers into the hems to make it happen faster.
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[ It's an attempt at humor, for whatever little it may be worth. ]
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Well, I do thank you for thinking of the condition of my pants.
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