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Orphaner Dualscar (♒) The Scourge of the High Seas ([personal profile] devwocean) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-03-01 07:10 am
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Landed Fish

Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless, Expatriate Darkleer
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.

Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.

The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
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aim_exorable: (unimpressed ♐ Say it's me that you)

[personal profile] aim_exorable 2012-03-07 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
How do you even object to something like this? Darkleer is still working on it okay!

Darkleer answers the question smoothly. "Of course." Besides, he has the robot that's probably still keeping Dualscar's hive tidy to spy on him, silly seadweller. "Now, I'm sure you've had a... traumatic morning, sir. You should go rest until your nerves have calmed." AKA please do this thing so I can abscond.
devwocean: (Come hither)

[personal profile] devwocean 2012-03-07 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Silly hoofbeast, the Summoner destroyed the drone while Dualscar was dead. Sorry. Not that Dualscar knows that yet, either.

He sets the firefly on his shoulder, not sure what else to do with it, and nods. "I suppose I havve." He smiles, and pats Darkleer on the shoulder. "Wwe'll see each other again, soon, no doubt?" There was just a tiny uplift of a question there.
aim_exorable: (attention ♐ I need your discipline)

[personal profile] aim_exorable 2012-03-07 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Point. So they're both silly idiots. Although that will probably end up repaired anyway whenever Dualscar moves back in. Darkleer doubts the other will actually want to do his own chores.

Finally rising to his feet, Darkleer wonders once again just how to break this off. Cleanly. Neatly. Is there even a way? For now, he just bows his head obediently. Maybe if he just keeps this strictly professional, it will get through? "I'm certain we will, sir. Rest well."

The mechanical bug whirs its wings in quiet acknowledgment and Darkleer turns to leave.
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