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[A longer silence hangs from Tav’s end. Eleven of them, and one of them is a monster, a murderer, capable of terrible things. If given the chance, the Bhaalspawn could wipe them all out.
Fuck.]
I don’t suppose you are a flowers person, for listening to my droll questions?
Fuck.]
I don’t suppose you are a flowers person, for listening to my droll questions?
"That's different," he says as he's nudged left. A deep drag on the bobbing cigarillo circles back with a heavy exhale of woody smelling smoke. "On account of mine being very sharp."
These rifters may have it in them to hoodwink the rest of Thedas, but he's built different.'
(Ha ha ha; this, says some punctuation of his dark eyebrows, is a good joke.)
These rifters may have it in them to hoodwink the rest of Thedas, but he's built different.'
(Ha ha ha; this, says some punctuation of his dark eyebrows, is a good joke.)
[There's a silent nod on Tav's side, trying to keep his mind from the thoughts of slaughtering the eleven rifters remaining, the way a blade would would slide through skin and sinew as they slept.
No. He can't allow that. Maybe he needs to talk to the Captain again, see if they've come up with restrictions for him.]
Regardless, thank you Abby. If I may, if I have other questions, may I return to you?
No. He can't allow that. Maybe he needs to talk to the Captain again, see if they've come up with restrictions for him.]
Regardless, thank you Abby. If I may, if I have other questions, may I return to you?
Sometimes when she looks at him right after he's exhaled he's simply a talking cloud of smoke. Her nose wrinkles. "Yeah, okay."
Yet he believed that she fell from the sky in the first place, which Abby would argue is one of the harder parts of the sell. Anyway.
"So what if I told you that I came here from my world's version of a Blight? Bullshit or real?"
Yet he believed that she fell from the sky in the first place, which Abby would argue is one of the harder parts of the sell. Anyway.
"So what if I told you that I came here from my world's version of a Blight? Bullshit or real?"
This place, gets hard to tell. All the - time shite, you know. Sound mad if you ever try and talk on it.
"Real," is a briskly made decision. "The Blight's too miserable to be just in the one place. It makes sense to have spilled over into other places."
Desidério Amanza, ladies and gentleman. An optomist.
"Also, you're built like you've been fighting darkspawn all day. Has the Warden tried to recruit you yet? I hear Riftwatch has one."
Desidério Amanza, ladies and gentleman. An optomist.
"Also, you're built like you've been fighting darkspawn all day. Has the Warden tried to recruit you yet? I hear Riftwatch has one."
You bite it in that?
[ delicacy isn't a strong suit ]
[ delicacy isn't a strong suit ]
Shit, that's rough. You do a wake? That's the good bit, anyway.
Do you you think I always need to be the center of attention? And that me and Ellie talk about each other all the time?
[ She's just gonna say it again, but louder and more annoyed this time. ]
Do you THINK I need to be the center of ATTENTION all the time. And do me and Ellie TALK about each other too MUCH.
Do you THINK I need to be the center of ATTENTION all the time. And do me and Ellie TALK about each other too MUCH.
I don't know, apparently everyone else does! You wouldn't lie to me, right?
Just—somebody. She said she wanted to let me know, as a friend? And that most other people here feel the same way.
So you don't think it's true? You haven't heard anyone mention it?
[ But maybe they wouldn't say anything in front of Abby because they know she's Clarisse's roommate. HMM. ]
[ But maybe they wouldn't say anything in front of Abby because they know she's Clarisse's roommate. HMM. ]
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