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Date: 2020-10-28 07:09 am (UTC)
charmoffensive: (2)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
[ A scoff-- ] A little dramatic. Surely a floor or two down would suffice.

[ A beat, then; ]

I don't know what you think of me and her, exactly, but she is very probably one of the first people I've met willing to give a damn about either of us. And it never struck me as a bad thing, that.

Date: 2020-10-28 08:01 am (UTC)
charmoffensive: (21)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
I'm not attempting to be chivalrous.

[ --that frustration rising again, on behalf of himself, a little bit on behalf of Athessa as well. ]

You were wrong, that time. I'm not some ridiculous-- whatever it was you said, being torn from a romance cover, all that. I don't believe she views me that way, at the very least.

Date: 2020-10-28 11:50 pm (UTC)
charmoffensive: (18)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
[ A pensive silence follows. If he had more to say, it's given up on for now. Maybe the opposite thing, which he doesn't put to words very often: that it is nice for the whole tiefling thing not to matter. The qunari thing, in this instance.

At least it sounds a little like Richard is being listened to. Loxley asks; ]


And it has nothing to do with us being Rifters.

Date: 2020-10-29 05:17 am (UTC)
charmoffensive: (19)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
And I doubt the solution to mitigating broken hearts [ a return of light sarcasm ] is to never touch any.

I'm not only talking of Athessa.

Date: 2020-10-29 06:00 am (UTC)
charmoffensive: (2)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
Must it be one or the other?

Date: 2020-10-29 10:45 am (UTC)
charmoffensive: (21)
From: [personal profile] charmoffensive
[ Easy to imagine Richard turning in for the night, while Loxley sits out here on the docks and watches the water and opines about hearts and such. There is a pause, the searching kind, suspecting a joke at his own expense.

No easy read, there. ]


Anyone can vanish at any time, is really all. Not just us.

Date: 2020-11-02 05:48 am (UTC)
heirring: ([033])
From: [personal profile] heirring
[At some point while crossing a courtyard, a flouncing shape separates itself from the background surrounding it in the corner of his eye and diverts to close distance. It is the beeline progress of a predator.]

Mr. Dickerson, there you are.

Date: 2020-11-02 06:49 am (UTC)
heirring: (nothing to see here)
From: [personal profile] heirring
[Oh yes.]

Not at all. You see, I thought this morning that we might soon sit together and have a brief conversation and had resolved to keep my eyes peeled for the next opportunity to do so. And so here we are.

[She glances past him in the vague direction of his original course as she speaks, studying this or that for a moment before her attention snaps fully back. Wysteria smiles.]

Are you well?

Date: 2020-11-02 07:38 am (UTC)
heirring: ([015])
From: [personal profile] heirring
It is customary to inquire. Do you have a moment to discuss a matter for Project Felandaris? It is not strictly related to our work in Bierstagg, but there is some measure of overlap and I believe the subject in question would interest you.

[She searches his person as she chatters along, subtly looking for some trace of—]

I trust your messenger is faring well too.

Date: 2020-11-03 03:41 pm (UTC)
heirring: (rather clever)
From: [personal profile] heirring
[It takes just that slight pause for Wysteria to create a hook with her elbow about Richard's arm, and to begin sweeping him away back toward the edge of the courtyard.]

Marvelous. We will be only a moment, I assure you.

[There is a brazier here, likely left smoldering from the evening when it had been some touchstone for the changing of the Gallows' guard. But in this hour, it is merely the heart of a warm pocket on an otherwise very crisp autumn morning. She launches into it as she goes, lest he ptherwise find some reason to escape during the relocation.]

I have been thinking on us—Rifters, I mean. Not you and I, but on certain similarities we share both with one another and with the natives of Thedas. You recall, of course, Mr. Fitz's and I's survey and its findings related to the common theory of—planar, I believe was your description, realms not dissimilar to either the Fade or the Crossroads and so on.

Is it possible [—and here they have finally drawn in close to the brazier—] that the strange things we saw in Bierstagg are the result of a certain...compression, I suppose? Of those spaces. Prompted by the longevity of the open rift. As if the longer the rift remained open, the closer it drew other places to this one which caused the sort of distortions on record there.

Date: 2020-11-08 07:23 am (UTC)
heirring: ([030])
From: [personal profile] heirring
Compression, contamination, however you would like to describe it.

[She makes a small gesture with her free hand.]

The point of my curiosity is whether prolonged thinning of the Veil makes it simpler to reach past the Fade into the places which exist beyond it. Or, if we are to be cynical and assume we are all of us are merely products of the Fade, to manifest the illusions of that place here in this world somehow. For if we arrived through Rifts, and if other things sometimes do as well, I am curious if the right circumstances would allow someone to... encourage the phenomena. Similar to how a necromancer might summon a wisp.

crystal.

Date: 2020-11-08 11:29 pm (UTC)
acreage: (} 008.)
From: [personal profile] acreage
[ not immediately after their return from murderhaus, but not too far later, either. ]

How's that hand doing?

[ a safer question than something like how are you doing ]

Date: 2020-11-09 09:20 pm (UTC)
acreage: how do you wash your clothes in space (} are there washer/dryers on the roci??)
From: [personal profile] acreage
The healers here know what they're doing.

[ and he's not just saying that because one's walking past as he answers, though the rustling and hushed voices in the background probably indicate where he is, at present. ]

Not quite the way I wanted to find out, [ yk, how good the infirmary is, compared to space-age standards, ] but I'll take it.
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