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Simon had had no reason to believe that the necklace he'd found on him was harmless- indeed, vital to his existence here. This could still be an Alliance trap of some sort, and he wasn't going to trust anything his abductors had given him.
However, he was soon beginning to regret leaving it behind. The further he explored this strange new place, the dizzier he felt. And there was pain in his joints- unnatural pain, given how healthy he tended to keep himself. And there was the tiredness. He finally had to admit that perhaps he'd been mistaken and should keep the necklace on him after all.
However, he'd left it at the base of a market stall, and since they all looked identical to him- and were all staffed by merchants eager to get his business- he was beginning to feel like this was a hopless exercise. The hounding of the merchants was beginning to strain his usual politeness, as well.
The stranger was a point of interest-- he looked like a Foreigner, but not one she recognized, and the pool of them was small enough these days that it was a rarity.
And he didn't look well. Combine the two, and it was enough to make Raine stop, inserting herself between an eager merchant and the newcomer. That could hardly be helping. "Excuse me," she said, polite, to the merchant, and then turned her focus to the newcomer. "You're newly arrived, aren't you? Are you all right?"
There was a staff in her left hand, carried angled behind her and out of the way, and a satchel slung over her right shoulder. She had errands, naturally, the reason she was out in the marketplace in the first place, but they could surely wait for now.
"I- I'm fine," Simon mumbled, then sighed and mentally chided himself. He was clearly not okay, and at least this person was asking about him and not trying to court business. "Uhm... yes, I just arrived here a few hours ago, and... the necklace... they gave me. I've misplaced it, and I'm feeling more and more disoriented the more I try to look for it."
From the way he was stumbling over his words, he knew by now he'd been stupid to throw it away. But hindsight was always 20/20.
Though she couldn't have said how, River knew when her brother arrived. It was suddenly there in her mind, an instinct, a change in atmosphere. She didn't question it, but finding him was proving a bit more of a challenge; Keeliai wasn't a small city.
So it was a while before she spotted him, looking just as bewildered by the market as he had been on Jiangyin, no matter how much he'd tried to cover it for her. She smiled at the memory, she'd missed him.
"River." The relief in Simon's voice as obvious as his sister approached, and before he could stop himself, he'd gathered her close and words were spilling out of his mouth. "What's happened? Are the rest of the crew here? Are you okay?"
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Wildcard - Ambushed!
[He's been in the city for a couple of days now, long enough at least to get over the initial fog of confusion and fear. Confusion for obvious reason, and fear because one doesn't necessarily see seven foot tall spiked people in Thedas every day. Usually when one sees someone like that, it's because they're staring at a demon--and those sorts of people are all over the place in the city. All shapes and sizes. For a whole city to be infested....
But he's been to the Welcome Center, and he has, more or less, come to grips with the idea that he's not standing in the center of a city full of demons. Which leaves him only to worry over the fact that he's not back at Skyhold, attending his duties. And even if this nonsense about not losing time back in Thedas proves true... what is he supposed to do with himself here in Keeliai?
He's going a bit mad, is what he's doing. He's used to being busy more hours of the day than the day technically possesses. So he's wandering the streets currently, trying to learn the lay of the land and more or less wasting time. Wasting time. What an absurd notion.
Which is when he manages to skirt a little too near to a business with only a red paper lantern out front to distinguish it, and he's instantly surrounded by kedan, both men and women. They coo, they beckon, and some of them flat out reach out to touch the armor, the fluffy pauldrons. It's Halamshiral all over again.
"Looking for some company? You seem so lonely...."
"Why not come with me? I could use a--"]
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No, I don't--
[He's trying to extricate himself, and he's being so polite, but he's blushing fiercely now that he's realized he's somehow found the local brothel. Please come save the knight in shining armor.]
Wildcard - Nerd in Shining Armor
[Somewhere in Keeliai there's a cute little cafe with a smattering of tables sitting outside under an awning. And at one of these tables there's a man in full plate armor with big fluffy pauldrons. On the table in front of him is a chessboard, though the pieces aren't what you might expect if you're from Earth. The man in armor isn't sitting with anyone else at the moment--he's moving a piece, then shifting his gaze to the opposite side of the board and playing another piece against himself.
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[The nerd in shining armour is about to be joined by a dapper giant who, coincidentally, is also a huge nerd. And a chess nut.
Klaus watched him make a few moves from where he was getting his caffeinated abomination that had more in common with a hot fudge sundae than actual coffee. It was a miracle there weren't sprinkles on the thing but that wasn't for Klaus's lack of asking for them.
He approached the stranger and gestured to the board.]
[Cullen isn't entirely startled at the man's approach--he's aware enough to keep tabs on the people moving around him even as he's playing, and playing chess against himself isn't nearly so engrossing as playing against someone else. (Particularly when that someone is a cheating spymaster or a cocky Tevinter mage.) He looks up at the man's approach....
...and up....
Sweet Andraste, if he didn't know any better he'd swear he was looking at a Qunari. Maybe a hornless, red-headed Qunari?
The only outward sign of his surprise is a little lift of his eyebrows though, and immediately after he offers a small smile and gestures to the opposite chair with a gloved hand.]
By all means, please do. A proper game would be a welcome change. I'm on my third game against myself and I keep winning.
The Fire Sector was once her home, but now it was one of her least favorite places, mostly because of the Snakes, though some of them were a bit more intriguing of late. Her senses caught the unusual feeling of discomfort as she passed near one of the brothels. It was unusual to sense such a thing, usually the emotions were twisted, lustful. She wasn't fond of brothels, at least courtesans possessed class, though that was a bygone era.
She turned toward the bustle near the entrance and headed toward it a a brusk pace, a broad smile on her face. The man who was the source of the emotions, tall, light haired, handsome, was surrounded by Kedan vying for his attention.
"Oh, there you are," she said as she approached, managing to sound both pleased and annoyed at the same time. "I've been looking for you."
The Kedan parted, and those who didn't move out of her way quickly enough received a blood red glare, but by the time she met the man's eyes, hers were emerald again.
"You must excuse us," she said firmly to one of the brothel 'employees', "He's new and he got a bit lost."
Slipping her arm around the newcomer's elbow, she pulled him away from the now unhappy Kedan and led him away, leading him toward a somewhat safer area.
He'd never been terribly comfortable around these sorts of places, though he liked to fancy that at least he'd gotten a little better than he'd been in Kirkwall, trying to drag Templar recruits out of the Blooming Rose while the ah... young ladies there tried to ply him with their charms. He'd lived a little more since then, found a bit of sympathy and understanding he'd been lacking.
Still, that didn't mean Cullen wasn't immeasurably grateful for the reprieve that somehow came in the form of the petite, dark-haired woman who took his arm. Thankfully he didn't notice the shift in her eye-color--all he saw were (presumably) prostitutes backing off, and a small savior coming to his rescue. He was quick enough to play along, at least, giving the crowd a sheepish smile and a little wave of one gloved hand as he let himself be dragged away. It wasn't until they were down the block a bit and out of earshot before he allowed himself to sigh in relief.
"Maker's breath, I-- Thank you, my lady. I seem to have a very unfortunate knack of getting myself into these situations."
[There really isn't much call for full plate armour these days. It piques China's curiosity, enough that she settles into the seat opposite the man with a careless sort of elegance. She folds one leg over the other, rests her elbow on the arm of the chair, for all the world as though she was invited, or perhaps she owns the place. Neither is correct.]
[She glances the state of the board over briefly, then the man himself, and tilts her head to rest it in her hand, the picture of graceful boredom.]
[There's no question when China's magic begins to work on him--it's so obvious you can practically pinpoint the exact second, the way his whole demeanor shifts. Instantly he changes from a cool, if quiet, casually assured man to one falling all over himself, blushing and hanging his mouth open like a fool. A fool that suddenly can't take his eyes off the exotic creature before him.]
Well, hello there, Knight-Captain! Fancy meeting you here.
[Hawke pushes some of the courtesans aside to drape himself across Cullen's shoulders with a winsome smile. He wasn't sure, at first, whether he wanted to intervene and draw Cullen's attention--he likes the man, but he's still a templar, after all--but his fluster is, honestly, too pathetic to ignore.]
Sorry, ladies and gents, but the good knight here has places to be. Besides which, I'm pretty sure the way all that blood's rushing is counter to what you're intending.
[He winks at the courtesans, already guiding Cullen away from the group. Good grief, what is he wearing? It's something Hawke would expect from Anders, but from adorably upright Knight-Captain Cullen? ... It's almost as adorable, actually.]
[Oh sweet Maker, it's Hawke. That explains so much.
He opens his mouth to say something, a greeting or maybe even a plea for help, when Hawke makes the crack about which way his blood's flowing. And then, if you thought he was blushing before... well. The ensuing flush could quite possibly be seen from outer space, were they capable of spaceflight here in Keeliai. So he says nothing, letting Hawke guide him away from the menagerie at least until they're out of groping range.]
I might've guessed I'd find you here, Hawke. You have a particular brand of chaos and this whole thing reeks of it.
[He hasn't done anything about Hawke draping himself across his shoulders yet, but now that they're a good distance away from the brothel he turns his gaze to the other man and arches an eyebrow.]
[There's someone leant against the wall nearby, Cullen, and he's smirking, munching on a fruit very similar to an apple as he watches the guy get mobbed.
He lets this go on for a fraction of a moment longer, before speaking out.]
Wildcard- Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean!
[Kylo Ren was definitely not pleased by the appearance of the far too familiar freighter now partially beached on the turtle. Outside of mild annoyance of that heap of scrap metal called a ship appearing, there was confusion because how did it arrive here? Did they come along with it?
No matter. If they were here, then he'd prepare. If not, well, he could take the ship for his own. Even a piece of junk like the Millennium Falcon was still something like home compared to everything else in this place. And he could sink it if he felt the desire to, which was steadily creeping up his to-do list as he started to walk towards the craft.]
What would Han Solo say if he saw you in this condition? [His voice was almost musing, warped a bit by the voice changer in his helmet.] Complain, probably. I've heard the stories.
[Valdis walked toward the masked stranger, drawn by the odd sight of what appeared to be a dump of a spaceship that had washed ashore Tu Vishan. She paused a few yards from him, paying more attention to the ship than the man in black.]
Stories are often reflections of the truth, you know.
[Her emerald eyes surveyed the hunk of metal, not impressed.]
[Part of him is vastly displeased that the Falcon is getting more attention than him, but relics of the past were always were of greater interest than him, it appeared. He'd have to change that soon enough if he stayed here long enough.]
I know it did, for many years. It was famous for its actions in the war against the Empire. I'm sure it's most likely still capable of flying. Ships like these don't seem to want to die.
[Tony's just doing a casual flyover of the turtle, a little jaunt to relax and pass some time, when he spots something washed up on the beach. Something huge.
It's obviously a vehicle or craft of some kind, and as soon as he gets close enough to get some readings off of it his sensors go crazy. The good kind of crazy. Tony's day just got a lot more interesting.
He banks into a steep dive, making a very dramatic landing as his flying slide onto the beach sends up a geyser of sand. In his enthusiasm, he doesn't even notice the other person on the beach until they've gotten caught in his sand wake. Whoops. Sorry. He'll apologize later when there isn't a gigantic piece of amazing new technology sitting in front of him.
He dismisses the suit as soon as his feet touch the ground, and his only acknowledgement of the weirdo in the black cloak is to include them in his excitement by exclaiming,] Holy shit! Is that a space ship?!
[Yuri walks up, having conveniently been in the area, and trying to ignore the fact that this guy looks like he takes himself way too seriously. I mean really who dresses like that unless they're looking to get attention? Instead he looks at the beached ship.]
Well that's something. Is it supposed to fly or float?
[Because that's obviously more important than any broody stories.]
[Peridot didn't like being too close to the ocean; it reminded her too much of Lapis's power, but she'd heard rumblings and the rumors were true it was a starship!]
Outta the way, clod, [the diminutive green gem said, pushing past Tall Dark and Masky as she ran towards the beached ship. First come first serve, right?]
(Poe finds his eyebrow raising ever so slightly at the figure standing nearby and talking to himself. If he didn't seem particularly happy about his current situation - he definitely isn't feeling anymore cheerful now.)
You seriously want the answer to that question? (Yeah, according to the stories - Han Solo would complain, really complain.) And I couldn't blame him one bit...it looks like a hunk of junk, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. It's a pretty capable ship where it counts.
Also who hasn't heard the stories? They're only half a step away from being legend at this point. If not already there.
(It just depends what kind of backwater planet a person is on, but he will just digress.)
I can't speak for him, though. I can tell you that it's kind of heartbreaking to see it like that.
[ Elizabeth has been strolling along the canals, enjoying looking into the various shops when the accented voice rises over the general hubbub of the market. She watches for a moment, taking in the situation, before deciding to have a little fun. She could improvise, this would be just fine. She steps up next to Fletcher and addresses him familiarly. ]
Oh, there you are! I've found another shop with a few more-- [ her eyes dart to the object attempting to be purchased ] --stethoscopes, if this one's not for sale reasonably.
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Simon Tam | Firefly
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Simon had had no reason to believe that the necklace he'd found on him was harmless- indeed, vital to his existence here. This could still be an Alliance trap of some sort, and he wasn't going to trust anything his abductors had given him.
However, he was soon beginning to regret leaving it behind. The further he explored this strange new place, the dizzier he felt. And there was pain in his joints- unnatural pain, given how healthy he tended to keep himself. And there was the tiredness. He finally had to admit that perhaps he'd been mistaken and should keep the necklace on him after all.
However, he'd left it at the base of a market stall, and since they all looked identical to him- and were all staffed by merchants eager to get his business- he was beginning to feel like this was a hopless exercise. The hounding of the merchants was beginning to strain his usual politeness, as well.
But who could he ask for help?
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And he didn't look well. Combine the two, and it was enough to make Raine stop, inserting herself between an eager merchant and the newcomer. That could hardly be helping. "Excuse me," she said, polite, to the merchant, and then turned her focus to the newcomer. "You're newly arrived, aren't you? Are you all right?"
There was a staff in her left hand, carried angled behind her and out of the way, and a satchel slung over her right shoulder. She had errands, naturally, the reason she was out in the marketplace in the first place, but they could surely wait for now.
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From the way he was stumbling over his words, he knew by now he'd been stupid to throw it away. But hindsight was always 20/20.
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So it was a while before she spotted him, looking just as bewildered by the market as he had been on Jiangyin, no matter how much he'd tried to cover it for her. She smiled at the memory, she'd missed him.
"Simon."
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Cullen | Dragon Age: Inquisition
Wildcard - Ambushed!
[He's been in the city for a couple of days now, long enough at least to get over the initial fog of confusion and fear. Confusion for obvious reason, and fear because one doesn't necessarily see seven foot tall spiked people in Thedas every day. Usually when one sees someone like that, it's because they're staring at a demon--and those sorts of people are all over the place in the city. All shapes and sizes. For a whole city to be infested....
But he's been to the Welcome Center, and he has, more or less, come to grips with the idea that he's not standing in the center of a city full of demons. Which leaves him only to worry over the fact that he's not back at Skyhold, attending his duties. And even if this nonsense about not losing time back in Thedas proves true... what is he supposed to do with himself here in Keeliai?
He's going a bit mad, is what he's doing. He's used to being busy more hours of the day than the day technically possesses. So he's wandering the streets currently, trying to learn the lay of the land and more or less wasting time. Wasting time. What an absurd notion.
Which is when he manages to skirt a little too near to a business with only a red paper lantern out front to distinguish it, and he's instantly surrounded by kedan, both men and women. They coo, they beckon, and some of them flat out reach out to touch the armor, the fluffy pauldrons. It's Halamshiral all over again.
"Looking for some company? You seem so lonely...."
"Why not come with me? I could use a--"]
Please, I--
No, I don't--
[He's trying to extricate himself, and he's being so polite, but he's blushing fiercely now that he's realized he's somehow found the local brothel. Please come save the knight in shining armor.]
Wildcard - Nerd in Shining Armor
[Somewhere in Keeliai there's a cute little cafe with a smattering of tables sitting outside under an awning. And at one of these tables there's a man in full plate armor with big fluffy pauldrons. On the table in front of him is a chessboard, though the pieces aren't what you might expect if you're from Earth. The man in armor isn't sitting with anyone else at the moment--he's moving a piece, then shifting his gaze to the opposite side of the board and playing another piece against himself.
Join him?]
Choose Your Own Adventure
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CHESS
Klaus watched him make a few moves from where he was getting his caffeinated abomination that had more in common with a hot fudge sundae than actual coffee. It was a miracle there weren't sprinkles on the thing but that wasn't for Klaus's lack of asking for them.
He approached the stranger and gestured to the board.]
May I join you?
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...and up....
Sweet Andraste, if he didn't know any better he'd swear he was looking at a Qunari. Maybe a hornless, red-headed Qunari?
The only outward sign of his surprise is a little lift of his eyebrows though, and immediately after he offers a small smile and gestures to the opposite chair with a gloved hand.]
By all means, please do. A proper game would be a welcome change. I'm on my third game against myself and I keep winning.
[There's a very slight smirk.]
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Ambushed!
She turned toward the bustle near the entrance and headed toward it a a brusk pace, a broad smile on her face. The man who was the source of the emotions, tall, light haired, handsome, was surrounded by Kedan vying for his attention.
"Oh, there you are," she said as she approached, managing to sound both pleased and annoyed at the same time. "I've been looking for you."
The Kedan parted, and those who didn't move out of her way quickly enough received a blood red glare, but by the time she met the man's eyes, hers were emerald again.
"You must excuse us," she said firmly to one of the brothel 'employees', "He's new and he got a bit lost."
Slipping her arm around the newcomer's elbow, she pulled him away from the now unhappy Kedan and led him away, leading him toward a somewhat safer area.
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Still, that didn't mean Cullen wasn't immeasurably grateful for the reprieve that somehow came in the form of the petite, dark-haired woman who took his arm. Thankfully he didn't notice the shift in her eye-color--all he saw were (presumably) prostitutes backing off, and a small savior coming to his rescue. He was quick enough to play along, at least, giving the crowd a sheepish smile and a little wave of one gloved hand as he let himself be dragged away. It wasn't until they were down the block a bit and out of earshot before he allowed himself to sigh in relief.
"Maker's breath, I-- Thank you, my lady. I seem to have a very unfortunate knack of getting myself into these situations."
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[She glances the state of the board over briefly, then the man himself, and tilts her head to rest it in her hand, the picture of graceful boredom.]
Will you object terribly if I join you, my dear?
[Bit late for that, China.]
ohshi--
I-- N-no, I... I would....
[Use your words, Cullen.]
Please. Please join me.
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Ambushed! (pls be ignoring these icons all)
[Hawke pushes some of the courtesans aside to drape himself across Cullen's shoulders with a winsome smile. He wasn't sure, at first, whether he wanted to intervene and draw Cullen's attention--he likes the man, but he's still a templar, after all--but his fluster is, honestly, too pathetic to ignore.]
Sorry, ladies and gents, but the good knight here has places to be. Besides which, I'm pretty sure the way all that blood's rushing is counter to what you're intending.
[He winks at the courtesans, already guiding Cullen away from the group. Good grief, what is he wearing? It's something Hawke would expect from Anders, but from adorably upright Knight-Captain Cullen? ... It's almost as adorable, actually.]
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He opens his mouth to say something, a greeting or maybe even a plea for help, when Hawke makes the crack about which way his blood's flowing. And then, if you thought he was blushing before... well. The ensuing flush could quite possibly be seen from outer space, were they capable of spaceflight here in Keeliai. So he says nothing, letting Hawke guide him away from the menagerie at least until they're out of groping range.]
I might've guessed I'd find you here, Hawke. You have a particular brand of chaos and this whole thing reeks of it.
[He hasn't done anything about Hawke draping himself across his shoulders yet, but now that they're a good distance away from the brothel he turns his gaze to the other man and arches an eyebrow.]
I think the danger's passed. Thank you.
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Ambushed!
He lets this go on for a fraction of a moment longer, before speaking out.]
Bit of trouble, there, mate?
Kylo Ren | Star Wars
[Kylo Ren was definitely not pleased by the appearance of the far too familiar freighter now partially beached on the turtle. Outside of mild annoyance of that heap of scrap metal called a ship appearing, there was confusion because how did it arrive here? Did they come along with it?
No matter. If they were here, then he'd prepare. If not, well, he could take the ship for his own. Even a piece of junk like the Millennium Falcon was still something like home compared to everything else in this place. And he could sink it if he felt the desire to, which was steadily creeping up his to-do list as he started to walk towards the craft.]
What would Han Solo say if he saw you in this condition? [His voice was almost musing, warped a bit by the voice changer in his helmet.] Complain, probably. I've heard the stories.
Welcome!
[Valdis walked toward the masked stranger, drawn by the odd sight of what appeared to be a dump of a spaceship that had washed ashore Tu Vishan. She paused a few yards from him, paying more attention to the ship than the man in black.]
Stories are often reflections of the truth, you know.
[Her emerald eyes surveyed the hunk of metal, not impressed.]
You think this thing ever flew?
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[Part of him is vastly displeased that the Falcon is getting more attention than him, but relics of the past were always were of greater interest than him, it appeared. He'd have to change that soon enough if he stayed here long enough.]
I know it did, for many years. It was famous for its actions in the war against the Empire. I'm sure it's most likely still capable of flying. Ships like these don't seem to want to die.
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i am so sorry except i'm totally not
It's obviously a vehicle or craft of some kind, and as soon as he gets close enough to get some readings off of it his sensors go crazy. The good kind of crazy. Tony's day just got a lot more interesting.
He banks into a steep dive, making a very dramatic landing as his flying slide onto the beach sends up a geyser of sand. In his enthusiasm, he doesn't even notice the other person on the beach until they've gotten caught in his sand wake. Whoops. Sorry. He'll apologize later when there isn't a gigantic piece of amazing new technology sitting in front of him.
He dismisses the suit as soon as his feet touch the ground, and his only acknowledgement of the weirdo in the black cloak is to include them in his excitement by exclaiming,] Holy shit! Is that a space ship?!
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Well that's something. Is it supposed to fly or float?
[Because that's obviously more important than any broody stories.]
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Outta the way, clod, [the diminutive green gem said, pushing past Tall Dark and Masky as she ran towards the beached ship. First come first serve, right?]
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Leaving this vague and as spoiler-free as possible for everyone.
You seriously want the answer to that question? (Yeah, according to the stories - Han Solo would complain, really complain.) And I couldn't blame him one bit...it looks like a hunk of junk, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. It's a pretty capable ship where it counts.
Also who hasn't heard the stories? They're only half a step away from being legend at this point. If not already there.
(It just depends what kind of backwater planet a person is on, but he will just digress.)
I can't speak for him, though. I can tell you that it's kind of heartbreaking to see it like that.
it will be a valiant effort, trying to not involve spoilers
Valiant? Sure, we can call it that. I prefer to just keep people surprised. :P
you say that to kylo "i am a walking spoiler" ren
Adrian Fletcher | Holby City | #1
[A loud voice cuts across the bazaar in the Water Sector, revealing a man haggling with a kedanese storeowner. Over what, you might ask?
A Stethoscope.]
10 juulan, and not one more coin. It's that, or I take my custom elsewhere.
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Oh, there you are! I've found another shop with a few more-- [ her eyes dart to the object attempting to be purchased ] --stethoscopes, if this one's not for sale reasonably.
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