crystal;

[voidtransport]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Allumin
RECIPIENT: Everybody in Riftwatch
NOTES: gay panic in a couple threads (kinda spicy)

um, hello? [the voice is very soft and nervous at first.]

Pardon my anxiousness, I'm, ah, not used to this kind of communication being so... open?

I was told I'd need a staff and some guidance in order to use my own magic properly here. The general outlook on mages, however, has me doubting if devoting the time is a good idea or if I should focus my efforts elsewhere. However, if it's not as bad as I'm making it out to be in my head, and someone were interested and able in assisting me, I'd be happy to discuss fair compensation for your time.

Also, upon some recent reflection, I suppose I should offer myself up to one of the divisions of Riftwatch - not Diplomacy though, I'm not equipped for that.

Comments

[armd]

... Yeah. (please ignore that she sounds like somebody coming to a swift realisation,) Yeah, I guess you're right.

Can't make everybody like you anyway. And– where I'm from, you can't survive for long without having people to trust.

[voidtransport]

Oh? You also come from a world with unspeakable horrors? [I mean, Thedas is also that kind of a place, there really is just that sort of thing anywhere you go it seems. Still, his attempt at a joke.]

[armd]

Yup. (the zombie apocalypse isnt a joke allumin,)

[voidtransport]

Ah. [oops.]

S...orry...

[armd]

(he's so serious...)

If it makes you feel better, it was like that before I was born. Haven't known anything else.

(until now, that is. weird thought.)

[voidtransport]

[Mmmm. He cannot say the same for himself, his dumb ass made some bad decisions that led to his own troubling circumstances. Does always living in a harsh world make dealing with terrible things easier or more difficult...? It seems like it would be hard to keep going if everything is awful.]

I can understand why you said what you did about having people you can trust. [The specifics are probably Something, but her reaction is enough to establish a ~vibe~.]

[armd]

It's probably a pretty general sentiment around here, (abby points out, providing an unseen shrug along with her words,) don't read too much into it.

(she can be secretive too, after all.) We're in the same faction now anyway, (she adds, trying to coax the conversation into lighter waters again,) so we have to trust each other.

[voidtransport]

[He's fine not going further into it, it's a relief that there's no ill will at least.]

But Abby, [he says with sudden seriousness] what if there are spies? What if I'm a spy and the nervous little rifter elf act is just a cover? [He probably shouldn't joke about this, but.]

[armd]

(abby lowers her voice conspiratorially, even though there's literally no purpose considering all of this is public,)

Well, you're almost doing too good a job then. That bit with Astarion was too much.

[voidtransport]

[oof, yeah it still hurts]

Oh yes, one must be willing to weather any shame for a mission. [He tries to be casual about it, but his voice cracks a bit, betraying the still-lingering anxiety at the fringes of him.]

[armd]

(aw, no, okay.)

Hey, don't– beat yourself up over it, or anything. It's busy around here, there's always something happening. Nobody is going to remember it a week from now.

(except astarion, most likely, and there's nothing anybody can really do about that.)

[voidtransport]

I should hope so. [Adopting a very serious, militaristic sounding affectation that you'd expect from someone who Definitely has a mustache:] There's a war on, after all.

[armd]

(there's a soft snigger as warning before abby starts to chuckle. that was out of left field, but in a very good way,)

What?

[voidtransport]

[He continues with his silly impression.]

You heard me, squire! There's no time for dilly-dallying about!

[armd]

(and it makes her start to laugh again, confused and delighted,) Wait, wait– if I'm the squire, who are you?

[voidtransport]

[he does his best not to also start laughing but a couple giggles sneak through his resolve to stay in character.]

Well, I'm you're- [oops, lost the voice a second there. ahem, hm, hrm, huff, hrmph]

I'm the-- [nope, the illusion has been broken, he just starts full-on laughing with the occasional "sorry, I'm sorry" wheezed through his giggles.]

[armd]

You're a goofball, (abby tells him but it's with an air of unbridled glee,) Where did that come from?

[voidtransport]

[When he can find words again through his laughter, he says:] I felt like trying to be funny, I don't know. Sounds like it worked though.

[armd]

Yeah, it worked.

Thanks, I needed that.

throws celebratory thread wrap-up confetti

[voidtransport]

I did too, actually. Thank you for chatting with me.