audience: karlach

[mygod]

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[ablazement]

[help

she stares at the big TRAITOR, and raises an eyebrow...]

Your work doing what? [this is a little tongue in cheek, like. what are you doing, plotting our doom, or]

[mygod]

[ sometimes traitor... ]

Academics. Research.

[ablazement]

[oh no you really are essek (no)]

On what! I'm going to keep asking you questions and you're going to hate every single one of them.

[mygod]

I am already hating them and they have not been asked yet.

[ sigh. ]

Magic.

[ablazement]

You could've just not shown up. Not like I know where to find you if your little crow friend doesn't come to get you.

What kind of magic? I know... evocation? I think that's the only one.

[mygod]

I assure you, they will always show up to peck and annoy us. It's one of their favored pastimes.

Evocation, divination, transmutation. I would never limit myself to a single school. That would be a waste of my efforts.

[ablazement]

I need to remember to collect shiny things for them.

[a pause.]

Okay, serious question - how much has Gale tried to peacock for you?

[mygod]

It makes for a good distraction from the pecking.

[ don't forget. ]

A little. He gave me a very long, dramatic, and poetic monologue about what magic means to him.

[ablazement]

Oof. My condolences.

[be nice to gale]

I'm surprised you didn't conk out in the middle. [she says like she doesn't sit and hang off every word when he goes on tangents. she likes listening to people talk about what they love.]

[mygod]

[ no, she's valid. ]

I'm a good listener. The only thing to really bore me to tears is an overabundance of punching and stabbing.

[ablazement]

[she grins a bit.]

That seems pointed, don't you think?

[mygod]

Are you a fan of punching and stabbing?

[ they click their tongue.]

No, it is simply I understand brawn is more of my brother's specialty, not mine.

[ablazement]

More the stabbing than the punching, and if you really want to be specific, it's more the bludgeoning and slashing bits I like.

[she likes axes!]

Your brother? Ooh, what's he like? [she sounds like, genuinely excited, tell her about your family...]

[mygod]

[ she can't see it, but their look is withering. stabbers... ]

He is a soldier.

[ablazement]

[you cannot wither her spirit she's resistant to piercing damage]

Gathered that. What's his name? [a beat.] What's your name? Not this War nonsense.

[she is like 100% sure they are not going to answer this question but who is she if she doesn't shoot her shot]

[mygod]

[ take the damage. ]

I'm afraid neither of those things are something I wish to divulge to you. I think you understand.

[ablazement]

I figured. Might as well try.

[a beat.]

Bet you don't want to talk about the big traitor word across your face, either.

[mygod]

[ NO THEY DON'T, THANKS. they are quiet for a long moment. ]

I never said I was a good person. In fact, I am not a good person. I never at all considered or thought about being a good person until recently.

I have always done what I needed to do to get what I want.

[ablazement]

[NORMALLY she'd pretend she didn't see it but there's something about this person that she wants to just. noogie? she just wants to noogie them.]

Huh.

[her tail flicks back and forth.]

Has that worked out for you?

[mygod]

[ please pretend to not see. also do not do that at all. ]

It worked extremely well up until some people started sticking their noses where they didn't belong.

[ablazement]

Yeah? That happens when you do traitor-y stuff, people start looking harder at you.

Well. Most of the time. Sometimes you just get away with it, but that's what making a deal with the devil nets you.

[mygod]

Speaking from experience?

[ablazement]

From the seat of the person who got fucked over, yeah.

[mygod]

I see. Go on.

[ablazement]

[she gives them an amused look, actually.]

All of you are such Nosy Nancies for how much you hate being asked questions.