And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[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).]

Comments

[alchemicals]

[He shrugs a bit.]

Our primary means of livelihood are coal, cows and conscription - I'm not here for mining, and I hate livestock.

[uncouthhatcher]

So war it is. [daaamn.] Man, that's a real sucky list of choices you've got. Wanna come back to my world and be a trainer instead?

[He's kind of joking.]

[alchemicals]

How much does your world really need that, though.

[...So is he. Kind of.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Let's just say you wouldn't get far if you started tryin' to use Pokémon in a familiar way.

[all crazies are welcome in the pokéworld

just don't try ending it and you'll be acceptable]

I'd think battlin' would keep you busy enough though, honestly, ain't... like your war and all, no one's dyin' over it, and it's still a good time. Dunno if your alchemy would work the same though.

[alchemicals]

Yeah, lack of alchemy is kind of a dealbreaker - it's the one thing I've always had, you know? It's how I connect to the world and all that.

[He isn't altogether sure that that makes sense to most people, but maybe Gold will get the idea, who knows.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Oh, hitting hard there. It's unfortunate, but uh.]

Can't say I know the feeling. [...] I uh. I don't really have something like that.

[He's... got the lack of anything that really connects him to the world, not like Crys and her catching or Kimbley and his alchemy. It's actually kind of a Problem for him.]

... I don't have something that connects me to the world, but me and Silver get a lotta shit out by battlin' and stuff. I know if I can't say anything to him, a good fight with our fists or our Pokémon usually helps. Something like that?

[alchemicals]

[He's quiet for a moment. Thinking it over. ...Pausing a bit, even once he has.]

...It probably goes without saying that I don't really connect all that well with other people - I don't understand them, there's a lot of fundamental differences between me and them. It's nothing that really bothers me, I'm just fucked up and I know it. Alchemy and chemistry are good, though; they make everything make sense to me when nothing else does. They're constant like that.

So it's something like that, yeah. Even if you can't get something across or you don't understand something, you end up with a better understanding because of what you do have.

[uncouthhatcher]

Then yeah, I get it. Even if it's just to that guy.

[It's probably to a lot more people than he thinks, but Silver's just a difficult case and they're used to fighting, anyway, it's just what they do. Everyone else is pretty good about talking. Mostly.]

I'm glad you have the lab to keep you busy since you ain't got alchemy, though there ain't really a replacement for battlin' with Polibo and Weavile here. I'm hopin' no one minds us coming around covered in bruises.