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Who: Lavellan, Rinzler, Bucky Barnes, possibly others
When: Before and during zombiegate
Where: The greenery, the makeshift away team infirmary whatever
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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.]

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[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.

[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.

[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?

[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?