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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
neverheardofhim) wrote in trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.
[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
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I...think I understand. A-aah... [It's awkward to just be standing- can she- she'll sit on Chiyuki's trunk.] Thank you, I'll try and remember that.
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It's nothing. [ She's leaning back on her door and... pull the letter out from her arm now, studying it before she opens it.
Her gaze lifts from it before it hits the first line though, curious. ] Who else did she leave them for?
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And, aah, for me.
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What a motley crew to get letters.
She'll take the time to read it this time, forehead creasing a little; she folds it up carefully when she's done, tucking it away again. ]
...Thanks. [ She's not sure what else to say. ]
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You're welcome, I...just wanted her last thoughts heard. [...] Are... Are you okay?
[She can't just think of herself, after all.]
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Yeah. [ She says it with certainty, but... is she really? ...She doesn't know entirely.
Alani and her weren't close, but this thing as a whole has her bothered—it doesn't matter if she's familiar (used to?) the core mechanics of this game, people are still killing each other, and not getting back up, and... a lot of things.
So she's quiet after she says it, head tilting a little, before she shakes her head. ] ...I'm fine. There's nothing we can do to change how this thing's run—we just have to believe that maybe there won't be something that tempts any one of us.
[ Because there's probably going to be a next one, and it's just going to be like this until the game is "won," however that might be. ]
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[She doesn't really need an answer. She knows it's "yes." Hanyuu very softly sighs.]
I would hope... If you still need anyone to talk to, I... My door's always open.
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Of course, Hanyuu. [ If she's encouraging her, she really should actually practice what she preaches— ] I remembered that I'm dead.
[ It comes out rather quiet and rather stilted, the way things do when a person doesn't really want to talk about it but wants to say something anyway. ]
...That's what was bothering me earlier this week. [ When Hanyuu asked about her dream. ]
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You're...oh. [Is she more surprised at the nature of it, or that she was actually confided in? Hanyuu isn't sure.] I'm... I'm so sorry. That doesn't fix anything, I know. I...know, but... This all must be so strange, and difficult, with that new knowledge in your mind.
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[ It's a weird to say, yes, but. ]
Being here is more than a little weird though.
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Were...were you a spirit? [Like her.]
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Not exactly. [ ...She isn't really sure how to explain it. ] When people die, they go to... I guess you'd consider it limbo. They play a game that judges their character, and then they move on to wherever it is they're going to go. While they're there, they have [ definitely not real, apparently ] bodies, so they're not just souls floating around or anything.
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[That sounds...a little uncomfortable, really.]
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...Decim and I get along. He's the one I work with. [ Taking a liking to them? ] But arbiters are meant to judge; I don't think he'd let that get in the way of his job.
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[ She's never met him and they never talk about him, so. ]
Don't worry too much about it, okay? [ ...she is aware her circumstances are a little distressing and that "not worrying" about it is probably going to be hard, but— ] I can handle it.
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