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Who: Taryon Darrington (
taryon) & others.
What: Catch-all for intro log and Thesa shenanigans.
When: December.
Where: Thesa, space, Wyver, places.
Warning(s): Will edit if any.
(( just kidding, this post is entirely closed starters for people who rudely didn't top-level. want one? I gotchu fam. hit up my cr meme. also since i'm making an awkwardly lengthy ooc note, might as well link my permissions. heck yeah. ))
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What: Catch-all for intro log and Thesa shenanigans.
When: December.
Where: Thesa, space, Wyver, places.
Warning(s): Will edit if any.
(( just kidding, this post is entirely closed starters for people who rudely didn't top-level. want one? I gotchu fam. hit up my cr meme. also since i'm making an awkwardly lengthy ooc note, might as well link my permissions. heck yeah. ))
Welcome to Wyver, Taryon!
They're still seeking better lodgings as a group, with Vax making mention of an extra room for 'a friend'. Evidently not one she knew, or he might have divulged more - or he wanted to do it whenever said person showed up.
Who ever they were, they'd need food as much as the party did, hence why she's walking away from The Forged and off towards the market, mental list prepared, and attention only partially on her surroundings as she rounds one of the street corners, intent on beelining via one of the backstreets. ]
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You there!
[ It will be a throwback, he thinks, bearing. Friendly cameraderie to reflect how they first met. ]
Little elf girl!
[ Only he remembers belatedly that Vax had told him people remembered different things, that Vex may not know him, and falters suddenly, stymied. ]
i'm so sorry tary :( she'll love you again......eventually
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. ]
I beg your pardon.
[ The frost filtering through her voice is echoed in the recoil of her body away from his, expression writ perfectly to match a comment he once made regarding 'bone structure and contempt'. ]
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No, I mean— I was only joking.
[ A poor joke. He can feel his foot jamming itself further and further between his teeth. ]
It's Taryon?
[ Perhaps hoping that she will remember him after all. ]
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[ she is most certainly not laughing, but there’s something about his sudden backpedal that seems far too genuine - maybe he mistook her for someone else? ]
..sorry, I don’t know the name. [smaller, less severe frown] have we met?