41st Drink [Audio//Common]

[pimp_hat]

[Finally he's out of that cot and moving again. Sure he still aches but he's just happy to be on his feet and his first destination? Why Sergei's of course! And there's something that he needs to do once he gets there.]Alright, meant to do dis befuh everytin' went to hell but now be as good a time as any I guess. Be owin' some joo some apologies.

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[ttlynotawizard]

Ah, so that's why we get along. Either way, good to have you back, Kev.

[pimp_hat]

[That's not what he's expecting but it's definitely welcome.]

Birds of a feddah right?

[alittlegreedy]

... So you are somewhat useful after all.

[pimp_hat]

Hold joor fuckin' horses mon cuz I ain't be lookin' fuh work.

[alittlegreedy]

Damn.

So, you only stopped because you're here now?

[pimp_hat]

I stopped cuz I ain't be workin' fuh anyone no more.

[Locked to Kevas 10% Unhackable]

[thequeensown]

[Talia hurt, and from far more than just physical wounds. She had suspected. Both she and Vanyel had suspected, had feared .. had dreaded, but having it confirmed was altogether shattering.

Their Companions were gone, along with the rest of Valdemar and its people. The other half of her soul was not just lost to her in distance, but lost to her forever. The wail that broke from her form had been from the very pit of her soul and she could have died then and not cared for anything else. She wished she had died and didn't care how selfish the thought was. Her Rolan .. her sweet, beloved Rolan .. In that moment, she knew she'd never hate anything as much as she hated the End. She'd never felt so cheated that in this place they could not die.

She pulled back into herself, curled into a ball on the floor near the cot, closing off to everything and everyone; and she wept. There was nothing to be done to console her, nothing to be done that could hope to ease the pain that she suffered. And she knew Vanyel suffered too. His was the only

Re: [Locked to Kevas 10% Unhackable]

[thequeensown]

[She made herself shower, self-tending the wound that very much needed a doctors' care, and redressed. She'd curled up on her bed and simply lay there, but she didn't sleep.

She is still in that same position when Kevas' voice comes over the communicator sitting on the bed near her head. She listens to his words, already knowing much of what he is sharing to the passengers of the Elegante. Deep down she hurts for him, knowing what it must be for him to tell this to everyone. He falls silent and then after a beat he continues, the message for her this time.

There is a stretch of silence and she pulls into her thoughts. She has rested enough that her shields are once again her own. She knows she can help him and that there is no excuse for her not to. Her gaze flits to the sword, cleaned and leaning against the wall near her door.

Though she'd rather languish in her own depression, Kevas is still a friend and one she'd promise aide to if she were at all able. She would not let him down now that he was reaching out to her. No matter

[Locked to Talia 10% Unhackable]

[pimp_hat]

[Well she's still talking to him. That's good. What isn't good is that she sounds like hell.]

Joo sure?

[Locked to Kevas 10% Unhackable] Thirds a charm, fff

[thequeensown]

[Talia makes a soft sound in the back of her throat. She's really not certain she is sure, but that's not due to Kevas in any manner. She's feeling pretty magically spry, but she's rather still beat to shit physically. She knows that it will be taxing and that she'll be good for next to nothing afterwards. Though she does not fear for her safety at all (she really doesn't right now, the dolt), she doesn't want Kevas harmed in the process of trying to help him.]

I'm certain, Kevas .. [A beat as she swallows and grimaces.] I know .. I know it is asking much .. but would you be adverse to my including Herald Vanyel .. I don't doubt my ability to do as I've said .. but I believe he can give assist if I begin to tire during the process.

[entirelybonkers]

[Her voice is very tentative and quiet]

Kevas?

[pimp_hat]

[Any sense of confidence he had dies. What's she going to think of him now?]

Yeah sweetheart?

[entirelybonkers]

Do you think that perhaps we could...

[She pauses, looking for words.]

Talk?

[pimp_hat]

Sure...yeah we can do dat.

[He can't think of a time he's been this nervous.]

[wolvesxeyes]

Is this why you kept running away the other day?

[It's not an accusation; just a question. Just a way to get things straight, mentally.]

[pimp_hat]

Yeah dat be da reason.

[wolvesxeyes]

Will you run away again if I try to come and talk to you?

[pimp_hat]

No I ain't gonna run dammit. Would ruin da whole point of what I be tryin' to do.