It's going to take... [Oh, she's gone.] ...a bit of time.
[Damn. He looks at his bag pathetically. He thinks she will just argue him down if he goes out to tell her there's no point when it's going to take him, like, fifteen minutes to get dressed!!!
It's taking him, like, fifteen minutes to get dressed. THE TIME IS GOING ON............. Maybe he died inside.]
[well, if he died that means she gets the room to herself? so it's fine.
she's a very patient woman, she doesn't mind waiting.
actually, she's going to try talking to him through the door, but according to the mods it's just very, very faint noise, so it's probably not plausible that he can hear her, but she is just like ? are you alive... okay... whatever, guess i'll wait...]
Would say there's some clattering, shuffling, but she can't hear it. And he cannot hear her, this is working out great. Thankfully, he finally comes to open the door. His hair is disheveled to hell and back, but he has on a nice shirt, vest, tie, and trousers, and a glove on his right hand.
It fits him. He looks like a nerd.]
Sorry, sorry. You can come back in. It took a little longer than I thought.
[it's that wet starving kitten in a cardboard box energy it's irresistible
anyway, he's all disheveled and the instinct, somewhere, is to fix his hair for him, which she does not indulge. the nerd energy was so strong she had a moment.]
Don't apologize for things that don't matter. [but she will come back in!] You can take the bed. I'll find something else. And I will likely let Temenos in here often, so be prepared for that.
[He makes a grimace sort of face. He would not technically mind kicking, but he is not sure how well his body would handle kicking, so nevermind.]
Oh...
[People knowing others here... He smiles, but it's a bit weak, and then he looks confused and surprised. Never having thought about that a single day in his life means he was not even considering.]
O-Oh, no. I mean--I don't. That's fine. Hi coming over, I mean.
He looks like a deer in the headlights briefly, like he's been caught, you know, BEING SCARED OF HER. Which is true. But he thought he was pretending not to be. But he sucks at it, so it's obvious. HELP HIM.]
I...
[If he says he wasn't, he knows she'll call bullshit.]
Sorry. It's strange being... somewhere else with many people I don't know. But you didn't hurt me before. And if you have a friend... I don't think I have much to worry about.
[sometimes you are a rattlesnake and you accidentally rattle your tail too hard and go ah, fuck, oops, sorry dude
which is to say she's pretty decently good at telling when people are scared of her, specifically, but all other emotions she has trouble with, sweats.]
... I understand. [really. there's something empathetic there. she has the same concerns.] I don't like to hurt people if I can help it.
[there's a pause, and then:] I'll tell you a secret, if you'd like.
He looks surprised, and then smiles weakly (but genuinely!) at her. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN SHE DOESN'T LIKE TO HURT PEOPLE............. He'll come back to that.]
to her credit, maybe, she doesn't react strongly or try and coddle him? she just looks surprised, and then... leans, a little, leaning forward to try and catch his gaze.]
... It'll be fine. It won't bother me. [it's like, big puddles of it or being bathed in it that she doesn't like. which is very normal and not weird thank you.]
Well. Now you're really not going to convince me to take the bed. [you fool] ... There's really nothing to be done?
[every time i send a tag two more appear in my inbox
He does look when she leans forward, though his expression is apologetic. It diminishes only slightly at her reassurance. ALSO EXCUSE ME? BEING BATHED IN IT?]
It would be fine if you wanted it. I don't... sleep very well or very often really anyway.
[But will she be able to sleep when he's up tinkering at the desk at 4 AM. His smile is so tight it's more of a frown. He glances away.]
No. I grew up in the Undercity. The water there is polluted. At least, that's the reason the doctors gave me.
also yeah. don't worry about it it's totally normal!!! anyway. this bed is going to be a source of an argument for like eight years. she ignores what he says about it, because she refuses to take a potential bed away from a man who is going to die? she's not cruel.]
... I see. [a pause.] Do you have magic, where you're from?
[another friend!! he's a big friend. as for the rest, she shrugs. and is kind of bemused about the mention of god, for some reason. there's more than one, silly.]
Well, yes. In a sense. But they've given us the ability to do it. So I don't see why you wouldn't take advantage of it. [tilts her head...] Temenos is a cleric, you know.
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That's... That's alright. You don't have to do that... I--
[His body is hella crunchy, but he feels too bad about making a lady give up the bed. TURNING AROUND and piddling with his bag...]
Do you... um, mind if I...? [No, you know what.] Actually, I'll change in the bathroom.
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No.
[don't just say no]
Stay here. Change. I'll come back in a minute. [there she goes she's out the door goodbye
she'll wait for him in the hallway! he can come get her when he's changed and has had a minute to breathe into a paper bag.]
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It's going to take... [Oh, she's gone.] ...a bit of time.
[Damn. He looks at his bag pathetically. He thinks she will just argue him down if he goes out to tell her there's no point when it's going to take him, like, fifteen minutes to get dressed!!!
It's taking him, like, fifteen minutes to get dressed. THE TIME IS GOING ON............. Maybe he died inside.]
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she's a very patient woman, she doesn't mind waiting.
actually, she's going to try talking to him through the door, but according to the mods it's just very, very faint noise, so it's probably not plausible that he can hear her, but she is just like ? are you alive... okay... whatever, guess i'll wait...]
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Would say there's some clattering, shuffling, but she can't hear it. And he cannot hear her, this is working out great. Thankfully, he finally comes to open the door. His hair is disheveled to hell and back, but he has on a nice shirt, vest, tie, and trousers, and a glove on his right hand.
It fits him. He looks like a nerd.]
Sorry, sorry. You can come back in. It took a little longer than I thought.
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anyway, he's all disheveled and the instinct, somewhere, is to fix his hair for him, which she does not indulge. the nerd energy was so strong she had a moment.]
Don't apologize for things that don't matter. [but she will come back in!] You can take the bed. I'll find something else. And I will likely let Temenos in here often, so be prepared for that.
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I don't know if you're... interested in finding some way to share. I don't mind.
[He does not sleep very much anyway. HE DOES NOT SAY THIS THOUGH BECAUSE IT SOUNDS WEIRD AND CONCERNING.]
Oh... Temenos...?
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... No. I'll be fine. I kick. [this is a lie but it's more polite than being like i don't want you to touch me because you are a stranger]
Temenos is... he is from the same world as me, and he is a close friend of mine. [a beat, and then:] Not like that.
[don't read anything into it!!]
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Oh...
[People knowing others here... He smiles, but it's a bit weak, and then he looks confused and surprised. Never having thought about that a single day in his life means he was not even considering.]
O-Oh, no. I mean--I don't. That's fine. Hi coming over, I mean.
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a beat, and then:]
You don't need to be scared of me.
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He looks like a deer in the headlights briefly, like he's been caught, you know, BEING SCARED OF HER. Which is true. But he thought he was pretending not to be. But he sucks at it, so it's obvious. HELP HIM.]
I...
[If he says he wasn't, he knows she'll call bullshit.]
Sorry. It's strange being... somewhere else with many people I don't know. But you didn't hurt me before. And if you have a friend... I don't think I have much to worry about.
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which is to say she's pretty decently good at telling when people are scared of her, specifically, but all other emotions she has trouble with, sweats.]
... I understand. [really. there's something empathetic there. she has the same concerns.] I don't like to hurt people if I can help it.
[there's a pause, and then:] I'll tell you a secret, if you'd like.
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He looks surprised, and then smiles weakly (but genuinely!) at her. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN SHE DOESN'T LIKE TO HURT PEOPLE............. He'll come back to that.]
Alright. I'll trade you one in return.
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Sure. [a little twitch of the lips.] I hate the smell of blood. It makes me feel sick.
[so like. this is her way of reassuring him, ig]
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Viktor's brows rise, but then his expression softens into... something minutely guilty, and he glances away as if considering what to give in return.
Guess he should be honest since they are forced to be roomies.]
...I'm terminally ill.
[HE SAYS THIS SO GRAVELY AND QUICKLY. Also refusing to look at her.]
I do... sometimes... Um. Anyway, I... will be careful. I don't think it's enough to smell.
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to her credit, maybe, she doesn't react strongly or try and coddle him? she just looks surprised, and then... leans, a little, leaning forward to try and catch his gaze.]
... It'll be fine. It won't bother me. [it's like, big puddles of it or being bathed in it that she doesn't like. which is very normal and not weird thank you.]
Well. Now you're really not going to convince me to take the bed. [you fool] ... There's really nothing to be done?
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He does look when she leans forward, though his expression is apologetic. It diminishes only slightly at her reassurance. ALSO EXCUSE ME? BEING BATHED IN IT?]
It would be fine if you wanted it. I don't... sleep very well or very often really anyway.
[But will she be able to sleep when he's up tinkering at the desk at 4 AM. His smile is so tight it's more of a frown. He glances away.]
No. I grew up in the Undercity. The water there is polluted. At least, that's the reason the doctors gave me.
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also yeah. don't worry about it it's totally normal!!! anyway. this bed is going to be a source of an argument for like eight years. she ignores what he says about it, because she refuses to take a potential bed away from a man who is going to die? she's not cruel.]
... I see. [a pause.] Do you have magic, where you're from?
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Yes, the arcane. [BADUMMMM says the name of the show] It can usually only be used by people who are born with the ability to harness it. Mages.
......but. [The mischievous smile is so tiny and weak.] I did help my partner find a way to allow anyone to access it.
We created Hextech.
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... Hah. [she leans back a bit, crossing her leg over the other.] Interesting. Osvald would like you.
[a pause, and then:] Is there anything like healing magic that this Hextech can do?
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Another friend?
[JUST A FRIEND. He does not assign her sleeping with friends. Unfortunately, the teasing fades considerably into something a little morose.]
...No. We've only used the hex crystals to create things that help make work or life easier for others. Mining gauntlets. An artificer's claw.
Merging Hextech with something biological... It's... a bit like playing God, don't you think?
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[another friend!! he's a big friend. as for the rest, she shrugs. and is kind of bemused about the mention of god, for some reason. there's more than one, silly.]
Well, yes. In a sense. But they've given us the ability to do it. So I don't see why you wouldn't take advantage of it. [tilts her head...] Temenos is a cleric, you know.
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Viktor unfortunately is so full of pessimism, he doesn't look quite convinced.]
I don't know if it's something that can be just whisked away so easily. It isn't a scratch. It's--inside me.
[HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? HE IS TERMINAL.]
And someone said people here were feeling weaker than normal.
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anyway, she raises an eyebrow.]
... Well, yes. Nobody has access to anything, at the moment. But I don't see why inside you would make a difference. A body is a body.
[granted, she's not a cleric, but.]
I couldn't promise anything, but if you have nothing to lose, I don't see why you wouldn't try. Unless you want to die.
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The pensive frown on his face grows. It isn't her, or her attempt to help. Sometimes, you have your own hang-ups.]
What... is the catch? Playing around with life and death when it comes to magic... There is always some kind of sacrifice, right?
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