CRYSTAL | MISS ME, DARLINGS?

[illithidnapped]

FORM: sending crystals, during the truth event, you know what to do
SENDER: your favorite rogue, Astarion xoxo
RECIPIENT: as always, everyone
NOTES: if you drank Truth Soup, cough up your feelings; if you didn't drink the soup, make it worse for everyone, I dare you

[Someone's bored tonight. And it's been over a year since the last time he felt restlessness stirring him into needling action— particularly when he's noticed a couple of blurted-out confessions running high and harsh in the air. He could sleuth around. Sniff about for any signs of volatile tampering (or ask if this is just the next phase of whatever sleepless affliction's still nipping at everyone's collective heels)....

But this is so much more fun.

Anyway— ahem, and all that:]

Name one thing you like about someone else in Riftwatch. Anything. Anything at all.

Bonus points if you feel like getting weird with it.

[And don't think he's generous enough to actually start this game himself: that, you're all going to have to do on your own.

Or maybe just ask nicely.]

Comments

[sparklequeen]

She is absolutely correct and all you have to say is "yup"?!

[ You are so cut Abby it's unfair. ]

[sparklequeen]

[ Whispered: ]

She said what we're all thinking.

[illithidnapped]

Hm. [Cole Phelps uses doubt]

I don't think you'd actually enjoy being an island to oneself in the literal sense— no matter how you fuss about everyone else around you.

[sparklequeen]

[ Entirely earnest and participating with genuine enthusiasm. ]

Abby is really muscular like dang.

And Ellie has really amazing knife skills.

And Astarion knows how to get people to relax.

And Adrasteia is really kind.

And, uh, Vanya is good with the gryphons...

[ Stop her before she starts listing everyone. ]

[illithidnapped]

Ahah. [It's a smug laugh. Reflexively smug, in fact, because there's not much that's actually all that funny in the wake of their last conversation.

It dulls out a second later, albeit warmly.]

For the record, it doesn't have to be a flooring gesture. The compliment, I mean.

Something small would still work. Like 'decent jaw structure' or....[hm] 'nice feet'.

1/2

[illithidnapped]

Aren't I just?

2/2

[illithidnapped]

[ —ah. Hang on. Now he's hearing the rest of it.]

You could do without giving away all my secrets, you know. A man enjoys his mystery; you're making me entirely readable.

Ergo less fun.

[illithidnapped]

[It is a game. Good boy. Clever boy.]

Hmm. Flint, Loki, Benedict, Byerly annnnd.....Whiskey.

[Oh, did you ask for one name? Too bad. You get many.]

[arkitect]

Oh, hush, you--

[there's definitely not much funny about it; that sounds slightly sour, reflexive as it is in turn.]

Do not tell me that is what comes to mind in your case?

[elegiaque]

I don't turn anything on or off, I have sensible priorities and I act accordingly all the time. Good people aren't a real thing.

( look, orlais has a lot to answer for. )

[elegiaque]

Obviously, but that's a different conversation most people here aren't remotely relevant to.

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[cozen]

[ Good. ]

I don't know him well, but the Commander is very commanding. And between the taciturn gravitas and the glimmers of wit, I suspect he can be funny, if you earn it. Good boots. Good belts.

Loki... [ Sorry By. ] ...is a reader. I like that. He seems— [ Sorry By. ] —dedicated to the people he cares about.

Benedict is a talented artist. He painted the mural in the dining hall, did you know? But his own work—not on walls, I mean—it is even better. He's a hard worker, and he shares his elfroot, and he is a very handsome young man.

Byerly is my favorite person in the world. He's funny, and he's much smarter than he thinks. He plays the violin like it is alive in his hands. And he cares very much about— [ shit; he slows down, but it's too late ] —the world and people and— [ Swerve into less revealing territory! ] —he's a fantastic lay. Best head of my life.

[ Nailed it. ]

And Whiskey feels like velvet and lets you roll her ears up like tobacco paper.

[bouchonne]

[ With sickening warmth, where anyone at all can hear - ]

I love you.

[armd]

What the fuck am I supposed to say to that!

(ARE YOU SUGGESTING SHE SAY THANK YOU????????)

[armd]

Yup.

(stop she is overwhelmed)

[illithidnapped]

You can't have botched them if he's still here. People don't tend to look at each other the way he looks at you when everything's gone to the Hells themselves on more than one occasion.

[As for the rest, though....]

What sort of problems?

[The war, obviously. But if there's something else involved worth prying out, better to be vague and let the man spill it all himself.]

[cozen]

I love you, too, mon astucieux chevrier.

[notathreat]

[Gruffly:]

Agree to never fucking talk about this again?

[armd]

I appreciate that she's trying to meet me halfway despite everything, because it's making me feel more at home here.

[notathreat]

No!

1/?

[illithidnapped]

Oh you wr—

[Gods above, he can't even get the word wretched out because it doesn't actually apply to the elf who's presently m u r d e r i n g him. Not if honesty is binding, that is.

Give him a minute, because every attempt to spit out such classic hits like you're not funny and we'll see how amused you are when I've put my fangs through your hand end in a dry wheeze at best.]

2/??

[illithidnapped]

[At worst, though?]

I adore you, even when you're shamelessly telling everyone here—

[armd]

(-- NO. TOO SINCERE

Pissily,) Happy?? Fuck off!

3/??

[illithidnapped]

Ah!!

[Oh it's the sharpest bark of a sound as he slams his fangs down across his tongue.]

4/??

[illithidnapped]

Mmph. Hells— that hurt.

[But hah. Hahah. He showed you who's in control here, magic.]