#fcllxn-stcr

[tarathemagnificent]

@fcllxn-stcr

Tara cleared her throat. Put on a set of glasses and began to read out a list for Astarion over the state of his tent.

There are dirty rags on the floor, young man

There are blood stains everywhere

Your soiled undergarments are stuffed into a corner

You sleep on a straw mat

Empty bottles tipped over everywhere

It smells a mixture of perfume and congealed death

Clean clothing is stacked near the dirty clothing

I swear that one garment hasn’t been washed in two tendays

Your book is stored near the dirty rags

You sleep in blood stains

“In short, to quote the youth: Bitch, you live like this?”

[astarigod]

@fcllxn-stcr || CON.

" Hmm," The vampire spawn's bloodred irises inspected the other's looks, with an intense scrutinizing gaze , " As far as I recall, I don't have a twin brother.. do I? Or was there another dark shape in my past, besides my own," Astarion replied curtly, tentatively approaching the pale elf who resembled his manners. " I mean, obviously there's Petras, but he and I are nothing alike. He was never burdened with intelligence. On the other hand, you must be really smart since you fooled everybody presenting yourself stead of me, " A frivolous giggle, and a hand on the hip, " Kind of entertaining really, if you think of it. It's like the Prince and the Pauper story where they traded places..."

" Say, are you mirror image or something? I've seen Gale do that trick in front of me."

[silvertiefling]

&&. @fcllxn-stcr (closed)

The morning light was peaking through the clouded skies of Baldur's Gate when Katya opened the doors to her tavern, airing out the stale smell of ale and smoke from within as her pack cleaned up inside from the night previous. A daily ritual that didn't suffer from much variation except for the occasional guest that was too stubborn to leave.

Which so happened to also be today's issue - though the guest in question was unusual in their appearance with their white fur, wings and drowsy red eyes. But this tiny guest was not a person, no. This little one was a bat - one that looked somewhat unwell, or as if it was having a hard time flying.

Far more welcomed than the usual drunks that haunted her door.

She frowned at the little bat laying on top of an empty barrel right outside her door and knelt down to get a better look at it (after making sure no one was watching)- trying to see if it was sick or injured. Or perhaps just tired.

" Hello, little bat... "

[bloodyarn]

@fcllxn-stcr @estarion

       ❝ Oh . . . he is talking to the mirror again . . . ❞

[indomiinus]

@fcllxn-stcr // continued from here

Leon was, to be quite frank, lost.

While that normally wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him given his history, this was a new kind of lost. This was a "woke up on an alien space ship and got flung out of it during a crash and I'm in a new continent" lost. This was also a "there's some monster in my brain" lost.

He had been wandering with real, genuine purpose for a while though, several days in fact, and he had only seen a handful of people since then. And none of them had seemed all that friendly - or helpful - when he tried to explain his situation to them in search of a cure. Currently, the town he'd been stuck in had been nice enough, though wholly unhelpful regarding a cure.

And he should have been moving on, but instead, there he was, talking to someone he didn't know and asking them for help.

Leon had simply walked blindly toward the stranger without a second thought. Something had drawn his eye to the man, the worm in his brain signalling the other to be potentially helpful in a variety of ways. And that there was something familiar about him. It was a weird, unsettling feeling of an alien connection, and he was regretting even saying anything at all now.

It felt too much like he was giving into its whims somehow, but... he couldn't argue that it would be nice to meet someone with a similar problem to himself.

At least he wouldn't feel so damned alone.

Leon placed a hand on his chest, bowing his head in greeting and an attempt to be polite despite his impulsive exclamation a moment ago.

He straightened, hand falling to his side. Gold eyes met crimson and he continued, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. "I-- sorry. I just--" He sucked down a breath and gestured vaguely. "I'm sorry for the suddenness of this, but, something tells me you're in a similar situation to myself. Are you, by any chance, a survivor of that alien contraption that crashed several days ago?"

He looked at him almost hopefully, his brain feeling uncomfortably itchy as he pushed back its attempt to try and connect.

[shadovan]

@fcllxn-stcr (cont.)

"Can you... keep me?" Astarion was caught off guard. "Well... That depends, I suppose. Not that I'm overly keen on being kept as if I'm someone's pet, as you could imagine."

The elf's brow furrowed as he gave a little thought. Of course, not every scenario in his mind was a bad one, but being Cazador's pawn for as long as he was... It was hard not to imagine.

"Say, hypothetically, if I were to say yes, what's in it for me?"

Well, perhaps that hadn't been the best wording. Especially not tossed about at someone who had likely had endured a less than pleasant history of being 'kept,' but oft times the words slipped out of Tareque's mouth before he could filter them. Such as it was. Fortunately, Astarion merely looked more confused than offended... or so he hoped.

Oh, was he actually playing along?

The corners of the lich's lips quirked, pleased. There were so many things he could say, most of them lewd and highly inappropriate, but... there was a time and place for that sort of commentary, and even Tareque recognized that. (Contrary to the belief of most.)

"Ah, anything in my power to grant you," he promised, because what more could he offer than that? At least genuinely. -- Then, with a chuckle and a soft smile, Tareque shook his head, "Be calm... I merely jest. Not that I would object, of course. I am no fool."

Sitting back in the air as casually as one might in a chair, he lit his pipe, looking at the elf with curiosity for a long moment. "What would you ask for, if you could?"

[chaoticbard]

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[fiendishfinesse]

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[never-surrender]

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency. (For Halsin)

Why they had sent Halsin along with Astarion on a mission where stealth was required, he wasn't entirely certain... but here he was. Crouched and waiting for Astarion's cue, Halsin hurries back to the elf's side, breath coming out in short pants as he struggled to maintain the stealth they needed. "Should I-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Astarion was upon him, hand covering his mouth and his body pressed back to the wall. With a myriad of thoughts running through his mind, not all of them tame, Halsin stared at Astarion, acutely aware of the rogue's body pressed against his own...

Though the moment passes as Astarion releases his hold... and rather than asking and risking this to happen yet again, Halsin simply wild shapes into a mouse, scampering into Astarion's pocket

[alittlebitofmuse]

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder. (For Halsin)

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

Each magic wielder's spells looked different. Some possessed magic that glowed like moonlight, while the magic of others surged sickly green. Halsin's magic shined a brilliant gold, and depending on the intensity of the spell, it would produce a whirlwind of leaves -- a gentle reminder of the Oak Father's blessings upon him.

When the Archdruid reverted from his wild shape, the warm gold glow engulfed him as a bear then erupted in a flurry of leaves, leaving the large elf in its place, finding his balance on two feet. He was so used to this transformation, to the light and the leaves, that he sometimes forgot about the accompanying spectacle.

This was one of those times, as he staggered forward on two humanoid feet once more, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders, returning to the form of a man. Leaves rained down around him, catching in his hair and on his armor. A battle hard-fought and hard-won, he thought with a heavy sigh as he took in the number of bodies of their fallen enemies.

He turned to see his companions approaching, looking battered and bruised but otherwise in one piece. He sighed again, this time from relief, as he moved toward them to better assess injuries.

Astarion was closest and therefore, the first person to receive the healer's scrutiny -- but before Halsin could inquire about his well-being, the other elf reached out, brushing some of the leaves from the Archdruid's shoulder. Halsin chuckled softly -- a few stray leaves should be the least of the other's concern -- but he found a sense of comfort from the gesture, and he offered a smile to show his gratitude.

" Are you injured? " he asked, studying the vampire spawn's face -- a relatively hopeless effort with the well-worn mask the other man kept in place.

[estarion]

He keeps hearing there's a desk involved. So he perches himself there looking pretty.

　　　this one can stay. he gives a quick glance down the hall in both directions before closing and locking the door ... . . .

[bloodyarn]

@fcllxn-stcr @estarion

     Squishes herself between these two. How dare you spend all your attention on . . . yourself (?)

[silvertiefling]

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[dulcetfanged]

A smirk.

"Well... That was a lesson learned. But at least they didn't come at us with torches and pitchforks."

"Yeah, well... We aren't exactly in the position to share our secrets with every stranger we come across," she muttered.

".... I'm amazed these people still close their eyes around us."

[chaoticbard]

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[bloodczar]

"I did miss that face, you know?" 😘💕

❛ 𝐈’d kiss myself if it wasn’t so — awkward but I must admit we look dashing 。 ❜