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[About one hour after Minrathous starts going to shit and concurrent with the start of this.]
Abby? Sound off, you okay?
Abby? Sound off, you okay?
Edited 2024-04-03 17:17 (UTC)
Clarisse is saying they're signaling for dragons from the watchtowers.
Scouting mission. I'm coming back through the Eluvian.
Take it up with my boss. Things here are blowing up too. It's some kind of fucking Venatori coup.
Nah. (The smallest of mercies, that her loved ones died while she wasn't there, and didn't have to watch it happen. She looks at him then, a little glance to catch any reaction he may have.)
Anyone. People back home get bit, get infected, they can't — they don't wanna do it themselves, or they don't have anything on them and they're too freaked out. I dunno. I guess it's easier to ask somebody else.
I wouldn't leave somebody who was suffering like that and asking for help. Ever. Nobody back home would do that, no matter how much of an asshole you are. (Probably the one rule all survivors could all agree on: don't let somebody turn, not if you can help it.)
Anyone. People back home get bit, get infected, they can't — they don't wanna do it themselves, or they don't have anything on them and they're too freaked out. I dunno. I guess it's easier to ask somebody else.
I wouldn't leave somebody who was suffering like that and asking for help. Ever. Nobody back home would do that, no matter how much of an asshole you are. (Probably the one rule all survivors could all agree on: don't let somebody turn, not if you can help it.)
( the walrus is gone, and gwenaëlle sits with the note she finds in her pigeonhole for a time. smooths it out, sets it and the book down on coupe's letter still on her desk.
what a cunt. she misses him a great deal already. she sits there, understanding no nevarran at all, for quite some time before she reaches for her crystal, hanging from the chatelaine at her waist with her spectacles. )
Abby, you remember we were talking about books.
what a cunt. she misses him a great deal already. she sits there, understanding no nevarran at all, for quite some time before she reaches for her crystal, hanging from the chatelaine at her waist with her spectacles. )
Abby, you remember we were talking about books.
Edited 2024-04-11 21:23 (UTC)
Hey. Yeah.
(Books. They're a sensitive subject right now, what with the top half of the Templar tower blown to pieces and nobody being allowed inside. She actually has no idea what has happened to her stuff, that reading stack beside her bed. It's stupid to hang around and feel sad about something like that but she kinda does anyway.)
What about them?
(Books. They're a sensitive subject right now, what with the top half of the Templar tower blown to pieces and nobody being allowed inside. She actually has no idea what has happened to her stuff, that reading stack beside her bed. It's stupid to hang around and feel sad about something like that but she kinda does anyway.)
What about them?
( can't get their things, or the library, or—
gwenaëlle sits silently for a short time, awkward, finding the words. finally: )
Flint left with the Walrus and now I have to learn fucking Nevarran—
we would, we had a book club. We'd spar and first he taught me swordfighting and then I had to teach it back to him after Arlathan and we'd talk about poetry and literature—
I was wondering if you wanted to do that. With me.
gwenaëlle sits silently for a short time, awkward, finding the words. finally: )
Flint left with the Walrus and now I have to learn fucking Nevarran—
we would, we had a book club. We'd spar and first he taught me swordfighting and then I had to teach it back to him after Arlathan and we'd talk about poetry and literature—
I was wondering if you wanted to do that. With me.
( gwenaëlle lifts the note, although she doesn't really need to in order to read aloud: )
Gone hunting. The Walrus is gone. And he's left me a translation project that's going to take months, at best—
and Maker forbid he come back and I haven't done it, ( mildly aggrieved. she didn't have any plans to learn nevarran! she has to learn nevarran now! )
That's all. Gone hunting. I imagine you will have enough opinions on this to keep occupied. I found it this morning.
Gone hunting. The Walrus is gone. And he's left me a translation project that's going to take months, at best—
and Maker forbid he come back and I haven't done it, ( mildly aggrieved. she didn't have any plans to learn nevarran! she has to learn nevarran now! )
That's all. Gone hunting. I imagine you will have enough opinions on this to keep occupied. I found it this morning.
'Gone hunting'.
(Sharp, like a slap: the Walrus is gone and he left Gwenaëlle a translation project that may or may not mean anything at all. And what is he hunting, the Venatori? He didn't take anybody with him?
She's angry, confused. It feels unfair.)
I don't get it.
(Sharp, like a slap: the Walrus is gone and he left Gwenaëlle a translation project that may or may not mean anything at all. And what is he hunting, the Venatori? He didn't take anybody with him?
She's angry, confused. It feels unfair.)
I don't get it.
( it almost feels like a test, like: is she meant to know something, do something, react better—
all the times she's felt as if he were examining her, and so many she was never sure if she'd passed or not. it feels impossible to be angry with him; he must have a good reason. if she just focuses on how absurdly unfair it is that she has to learn nevarran now, then she doesn't have to examine any more complicated feelings about this development, )
It's all I know. There must—
the division heads will have to say something. He must have said more to them.
all the times she's felt as if he were examining her, and so many she was never sure if she'd passed or not. it feels impossible to be angry with him; he must have a good reason. if she just focuses on how absurdly unfair it is that she has to learn nevarran now, then she doesn't have to examine any more complicated feelings about this development, )
It's all I know. There must—
the division heads will have to say something. He must have said more to them.
( gwenaëlle doesn't respond immediately; her instinct to withdraw, wanting to push back and not wanting to fight with abby, especially when—
what. what's she got except, I trust him. true, but not necessarily a compelling counterargument.
finally, )
I wish he hadn't.
( that's true, too. )
what. what's she got except, I trust him. true, but not necessarily a compelling counterargument.
finally, )
I wish he hadn't.
( that's true, too. )
(And Abby exhales rough, because Gwen is just the messenger. She didn't make him go. She knuckles at her face, pushing into the spot where her jaw hurts from clenching it, pushing her skin in circles underneath a firm pressure. Looks intense, but helps.)
Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)
Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)
There'll be a new Commander. He's not— he's the,
( harlungin, that big man that no one liked, coupe— )
fourth. My aunt was before him, before the lyrium started getting to her.
( they've been here before. they can continue. )
( harlungin, that big man that no one liked, coupe— )
fourth. My aunt was before him, before the lyrium started getting to her.
( they've been here before. they can continue. )
Edited (I can count.) 2024-04-12 02:21 (UTC)
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