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[lavelly]

Who: Lavellan, Rinzler, Bucky Barnes, possibly others
When: Before and during zombiegate
Where: The greenery, the makeshift away team infirmary whatever
What: Zombie event backtags! If you would like to backtag something as well, PM me or hit me up at cerebrah!
Warnings: Discussed violence, possibly actual violence

[ for bucky ]

[Lavellan has learned who regularly comes and goes from the greenery by this point. There aren't that many of them, and there's even fewer that would stop by now, when the station is falling apart around them.

What does that say about either of them, he has to wonder.

He's never said a word to Bucky before, though it's more due to his period of general misanthropy than any lack of interest. So, despite the circumstances, now seem as good a time as any for introductions.

If nothing else it will serve as a distraction.]

Here to guard the plants from invaders?

[It's a joke. In fact--]

You could call yourself a guard-ener.

[Sorry. Apparently he's more on edge than he thought.]

[ for rinzler ]

[It's been a while since he woke up.

He feels... surprisingly fine. People keep casting him glances, some worried, some suspicious. A dim part of his mind can't blame them, but he feels calm, or maybe it's just that his anxieties seem to slide out of his thoughts like water across glass. It's not anything peaceful--if anything, he's restless, feeling like he needs to go somewhere, do something that he can't quite articulate.

He can't say what it is or why. Just that he needs to not be here, sitting here, doing nothing.

And then there's Rinzler. His hostility is the absolute last thing Lavellan wants to deal with right now, with his patience as frayed as it is.]

What do you want.

[He just prays that Rinzler will do his usual response of saying nothing and moving on.]

Comments

[notglitching]

[Neriel_Lavellan had held off the breach.

Delayed the storms. Protected the system, at apparent cost to his own health. For all his malfunctions on Thisavrou, he'd come through now when it was needed, leaving Rinzler... surprised, yes, but certainly not hostile.

But also: Neriel_Lavellan woke up changed.

Greying render. Thinning frame. Rinzler has seen a similar template before—seen one virus take down his entire system, because the admins forbade action against the threat. And, perhaps, because he was glitched enough to take their orders instead of doing what was needed.

Rinzler doesn't know if this poses the same hazard. But he's going to find out.]

...Status.

[The helmet jerks up toward Lavellan, filling in the gaps left in the sentence. His. A summary.

To start.]

[lavelly]

[The more time passes without Rinzler leaving in a huff, the stranger this feels. Lavellan is usually the one initiating their futile little chats, and never the one ending them.

Something in him doesn't want to cooperate much--what a role reversal this is--and he finds himself responding, sullenly, with:] Hungover.

[Not literally, but he does feel pretty fucking wretched.]

[notglitching]

[Rinzler's mask tilts slightly to one side. The term is familiar—he's been around too many user celebrations for it not to be. But somehow he doubts this user means it in that way.]

More data required.

[lavelly]

[He can't help it. He snaps.

He's not sure why.]

I mean I feel like shit.

[And then he looks away, almost ashamed of himself.]

Why are you asking?

[notglitching]

[The enforcer doesn't seem bothered. He will, however, study Lavellan for another beat before replying. The user's signature still scans the same—but does it seem weaker than before?]

Assessing potential threat.

[lavelly]

[Lavellan shifts, not really in response to Rinzler's words, but like he can't quite get comfortable. Like he wants to curl up and sleep, is trying to, but can't.

And Rinzler isn't going away, so the only thing to do is continue the conversation. Great.]

Threat from what. [He barks.] Me? The fuck do you think I'm capable of doing.

[notglitching]

[Under most circumstances? Not much. Not, at least, by intention.

But there's no disdain in the masked stare that meets Lavellan's gaze—or the steady roll of the enforcer's sound. Only consideration.]

You weren't on the Moira.

[Not a question. Rinzler knows.]

Heard of Ploiatos?

[lavelly]

[He doesn't meet Rinzler's gaze, such as it is. His ears fill with the sound of his own shallow breathing.]

Someone told me about it. [He can't remember who, he realizes distantly.] Was it--was he a person? Who turned into the things that we saw in the simulation.

[The Savrii simulation. He doesn't elaborate further.]

What does that have to do with this?

hi it's me whatup

[lefthandfree]

[Now is definitely not when Bucky is anticipating proper introductions, but the way he pauses, drinks in what the man says, and then gives a hefty, amused laugh, one could likely come to the conclusion that he doesn’t think it’s a bad time either.

That or he just likes puns too much.

Or both.

It's both.

Grinning, once his laughter's settled, he turns to face his new companion properly, having been turned away when he'd approached to check on one of the potted plants.]

You here to be a guard-ener too? I’m sure they’d appreciate any help they could get. Y’know, if they could think.

whips around dramatically

[lavelly]

[Lavellan sort of scoffs, though not meanly, and looks around at the various flora growing here.

The place has come a long way since it started. It makes him feel oddly... proud. Almost.]

What makes you think they don't? A lot of these come from--completely different places than I do. [He still stumbles over the idea of other worlds.] Nothing has made sense ever since I got here. Who am I to say flowers can't think.