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sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 04:22 pm
canavarum) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 04:22 pm
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call me beep me
Who: Fenris [canavarum] and Zevran Arainai [bloodyantivan]
When: After this thread; Mid-afternoon.
Where: Thedaspartment, ninth sector.
Summary: If it were up to Fenris, he wouldn't ask anyone to help him write a thank-you note. But here he is, asking someone to help him write a thank-you note.
Warnings: Does Zevran Arainai count as a warning?
[Fenris is pacing. He's a bit nervous, and that's translating very quickly into agitation - mostly at himself, and a little at the wailing car alarm off in the distance. He needs something to do, but seeing as he cannot just go along with Hawke to fight some spiders or something, pacing will have to do.
He wonders if he can find a sparring partner, someone with an equally large sword. Hmm.
But, really, he has not told anyone of his particularly-- deficiency. No one other than Hawke, at least, and despite saying the Book of Shartan would have been a good start to learning, he never really did. He'd asked Sebastian for assistance occasionally, and he could make out letters. But that was about it.
He considers canceling, considers just going down to the Re-l's office and thank her personally. It's always been enough for him in the past, that particular expression of gratitude. But somehow it does not feel enough. He'd seen the price tags on furniture. The chair she had sent him - and just for him - surely cost a hefty amount of coin.
Dollars.
Whatever.
And so he waits. Pacing. Twitching.]
[ooc | Wasn't sure if you'd prefer action or prose bb so I just...did both kinda haha.]
canavarum] and Zevran Arainai [bloodyantivan]When: After this thread; Mid-afternoon.
Where: Thedaspartment, ninth sector.
Summary: If it were up to Fenris, he wouldn't ask anyone to help him write a thank-you note. But here he is, asking someone to help him write a thank-you note.
Warnings: Does Zevran Arainai count as a warning?
[Fenris is pacing. He's a bit nervous, and that's translating very quickly into agitation - mostly at himself, and a little at the wailing car alarm off in the distance. He needs something to do, but seeing as he cannot just go along with Hawke to fight some spiders or something, pacing will have to do.
He wonders if he can find a sparring partner, someone with an equally large sword. Hmm.
But, really, he has not told anyone of his particularly-- deficiency. No one other than Hawke, at least, and despite saying the Book of Shartan would have been a good start to learning, he never really did. He'd asked Sebastian for assistance occasionally, and he could make out letters. But that was about it.
He considers canceling, considers just going down to the Re-l's office and thank her personally. It's always been enough for him in the past, that particular expression of gratitude. But somehow it does not feel enough. He'd seen the price tags on furniture. The chair she had sent him - and just for him - surely cost a hefty amount of coin.
Dollars.
Whatever.
And so he waits. Pacing. Twitching.]
[ooc | Wasn't sure if you'd prefer action or prose bb so I just...did both kinda haha.]
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[It's been a while since Fenris has felt... relaxed. He's only ever felt like this around the rogues, really. And-- ah, well, Zevran is also a rogue, isn't he? That causes Fenris' lip to quirk in amusement. Perhaps it is just a rogue thing.]
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[Zevran smiles. He has the feeling he's going to keep smiling for a long time.]
[ooc: I think this is a pretty good stopping point? EVEN IF I WANT THEM FOREVER.]