That name is vaguely familiar, but I don't recall one named among Mystra's Chosen.
[He's too caught up in this to realize when he's being made fun of, it would seem.]
There certainly have been lessons learned, but I'm afraid it's been too little, too late. I've always been of the opinion that it was never too late to learn anything at all, but I'm soon to be proven wrong in that regard, I think.
[ the guy is so hopeless, it's like she can hear the flailing through text. ]
Unless you're being thrown into a lifelong prison or risking the loss of close friendships, I would think lessons could still be learned. So, which one is it?
Neither, though I suppose if I were to liken it to one of those options, it would be nearest to the first. Not prison, but regardless of what lessons I may have learned, I don't believe there's any avoiding what's ahead.
The consequences of my own actions, mind you. Hardly deserving of pity, but regrettable all the same.
[There's a long pause before Gale at last messages back:]
Well, that's terribly disappointing. Here I thought the lot of us were becoming good friends, shared tribulations and all. I suppose I ought to have known better. She is rather... prickly, at times.
I suppose that's always possible. I'm still learning about my travel companions, myself, so it could be that I unintentionally said something that offended her sensibilities despite my efforts to be polite.
Perhaps it's the efforts themselves? She is rather a direct sort, but I've never known anyone to be offended by good manners!
Thanks to an Astarion player we now have a Tav!Jim flavor upon request oops all AU Kirks
From my experience with nobles, it's a common trait to not like the word no. Like it's hereditary.
I've had half a mind to shave her bald when she sleeps for that remark...but drow don't really sleep so I'd find myself missing a head. And my head is so pretty, second only to Astarion....well maybe third.
Tempting as that urge may be, I have a feeling that even if you did manage it, it wouldn't be worth that inevitable retaliation. Worth a good chuckle to think about, all the same!
I've come to be rather fond of all our heads, personally. We ought to keep them as long as we can.
[ The urge to apologize, to wave it off, dies in his throat. This guy wants him to infodump. ] I'm a biotic. I can create mass effect fields with my body. It lets me lift and throw objects and people, create gravitational vortices and protective barriers too. But it makes me staticky because you create mass effect fields through dark energy, eezo—sorry, element zero—and electrical currents.
No amount of anti-static protection gets rid of it completely. So don't bother with the fabric softener. And umm sorry if I messed up your hair. Or beard.
[By all means, infodump! Give him unfettered access to your lore!]
Fascinating! I'm familiar with magic that bears similar qualities, but it is hardly universal— largely limited to storm-oriented spells. The terminology may be different, but I imagine the theory of it all is comparable. Magic is a sort of energy all its own, a force of nature; I suspect that mass effect fields are similar in that energy cannot simply vanish or be destroyed.
Never you mind about the hair, by the by. Nothing a bit of prestidigitation can't set right!
[By the time Arthur gets to him, Gale has emerged from his hiding place and mostly put himself back together, though he looks a touch spooked and still quite out of his element, his hair slightly mussed and his tie crooked after all of the excitement.
He clears his throat to compose himself, making an effort to veil any further embarrassment that might threaten to surface. Hiding wasn't exactly dignified, but this place is a world apart from the way things are back home.]
I see you made a friend or two on your way through.
[Arthur seems to do that most places. His gaze follows the edge of Arthur's knife as he straightens his tie, landing on the bottle.]
I've seen you shoot, but never after you've had something to drink. A nickel if you can hit that straight on, then.
[With all his focus going into understanding Gale over the din of the saloon, Arthur doesn't take much notice of his appearance. In fact, the words issue forth from more of a Gale-shaped swirl than anything.]
Ahh, nice enough folks here, you just gotta-- [Whatever he has to do is lost the moment Arthur hears "nickel."]
A nickel? [It sounds as if Gale may as well have spit on Arthur's boot.] Who taught you how to gamble, the pope? [He shakes Gale by the shoulders for emphasis.] Five dollars, professor, says I hit that bottle clean. Don't cover your eyes this time if you wanna get a good look.
[Gale startles slightly before furrowing his brow in question, keeping his balance by clasping Arthur's forearm as he finds himself soundly shaken, looking between the bottle and the man before him a few times before making his rebuttal.]
I was under the impression that a nickel would buy you a solid drink, at least! Truly, is the bottle worth more than that?
[He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat softly, expression turning mildly sheepish.]
Ah— five dollars? How many pounds is that? Sounds rather steep for a starting bet, if you ask me.
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@ imperdonado
Come now, surely even you have a sense of humor!
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what i dont got is a sense for whatever the hell that was
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Need we be at such odds, Mr. Marston?
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you gonna keep needin a pat on the back every time you do your damn job?
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@ coldjustice
That name is vaguely familiar, but I don't recall one named among Mystra's Chosen.
[He's too caught up in this to realize when he's being made fun of, it would seem.]
There certainly have been lessons learned, but I'm afraid it's been too little, too late. I've always been of the opinion that it was never too late to learn anything at all, but I'm soon to be proven wrong in that regard, I think.
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[ the guy is so hopeless, it's like she can hear the flailing through text. ]
Unless you're being thrown into a lifelong prison or risking the loss of close friendships, I would think lessons could still be learned.
So, which one is it?
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The consequences of my own actions, mind you. Hardly deserving of pity, but regrettable all the same.
@ smartass_captain
[There's a long pause before Gale at last messages back:]
Well, that's terribly disappointing. Here I thought the lot of us were becoming good friends, shared tribulations and all. I suppose I ought to have known better. She is rather... prickly, at times.
o/ why hello there
Did you do something to upset her recently, perhaps?
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Perhaps it's the efforts themselves? She is rather a direct sort, but I've never known anyone to be offended by good manners!
Thanks to an Astarion player we now have a Tav!Jim flavor upon request oops all AU Kirks
Never underestimate the power of an unquenched thirst, my friend.
beautiful, thank you Astarion, love to see AUs!
Former cartographer/scholar turned ranger. I say mostly because he is a fellow nerd.
that's perfect! also apologies for how slow I am
Not to worry IRL has been A Lot here too
@ bloodedmagic
I get the feeling that 'no' isn't a word she's used to hearing, given her background. Well done, standing your ground.
That last one does sting a bit. 'Bearing of a third son.' She rather likes that one, I've found.
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I've had half a mind to shave her bald when she sleeps for that remark...but drow don't really sleep so I'd find myself missing a head.
And my head is so pretty, second only to Astarion....well maybe third.
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I've come to be rather fond of all our heads, personally. We ought to keep them as long as we can.
@ vesting
That's a bit harsh, isn't it? Though I do believe my situation merits a bit of drama, Miss Yelena.
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@ bigplace
You mean that quite literally, don't you? You have my attention.
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No amount of anti-static protection gets rid of it completely. So don't bother with the fabric softener. And umm sorry if I messed up your hair. Or beard.
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Fascinating! I'm familiar with magic that bears similar qualities, but it is hardly universal— largely limited to storm-oriented spells. The terminology may be different, but I imagine the theory of it all is comparable. Magic is a sort of energy all its own, a force of nature; I suspect that mass effect fields are similar in that energy cannot simply vanish or be destroyed.
Never you mind about the hair, by the by. Nothing a bit of prestidigitation can't set right!
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apologies for how slow I am but I am loving this
This notif got buried
no worries in the least, I have been perishing but love to see Kaidan
2x on the perishing (college)
@ cervid
[By the time Arthur gets to him, Gale has emerged from his hiding place and mostly put himself back together, though he looks a touch spooked and still quite out of his element, his hair slightly mussed and his tie crooked after all of the excitement.
He clears his throat to compose himself, making an effort to veil any further embarrassment that might threaten to surface. Hiding wasn't exactly dignified, but this place is a world apart from the way things are back home.]
I see you made a friend or two on your way through.
[Arthur seems to do that most places. His gaze follows the edge of Arthur's knife as he straightens his tie, landing on the bottle.]
I've seen you shoot, but never after you've had something to drink. A nickel if you can hit that straight on, then.
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Ahh, nice enough folks here, you just gotta-- [Whatever he has to do is lost the moment Arthur hears "nickel."]
A nickel? [It sounds as if Gale may as well have spit on Arthur's boot.] Who taught you how to gamble, the pope? [He shakes Gale by the shoulders for emphasis.] Five dollars, professor, says I hit that bottle clean. Don't cover your eyes this time if you wanna get a good look.
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I was under the impression that a nickel would buy you a solid drink, at least! Truly, is the bottle worth more than that?
[He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat softly, expression turning mildly sheepish.]
Ah— five dollars? How many pounds is that? Sounds rather steep for a starting bet, if you ask me.
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