First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

[antivanleather]

[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.

What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.

A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.

Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]

-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.


(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)

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[bamboozler]

[Hmm...Panda knows there's someone grabbing his face, but it's really early. He doesn't particularly feel like getting up. He does open his eyes once; in the darkness of his room, he can see that he's got a pretty blonde woman sleeping with him.

He should probably wake her up, shouldn't he? Except Panda falls asleep instead, one of his paws haphazardly landing on Zevran's back. Oh, and Panda has claws. Enjoy that.]

[antivanleather]

Mmm...wait. What?

[Zev had been snuggling closer into the plush body of whoever he was sleeping with- until it registers that it's covered in fur. Was it that dog again? Really? He knows it is cold but for the love of the Maker-

And then he feels the claws. And rolls out of bed on instinct, grunting when he hits the ground awkwardly and glares up at the...very large animal.]

[bamboozler]

[Oh. That's not a very cute voice. Panda lets that sink in for a minute, then opens his eyes to see Zevran on the floor.

Well.

Panda stands up, walks to the bathroom, and starts to wash his gigantic paws. This is gross, sleeping with a man is gross, why couldn't it have been a cute fan? The implications of this action should be clear, especially considering how long he keeps his paws under the water. And then—]

Why meeeeeeeeee?!

[antivanleather]

What.

[A bear. A large black and white bear. That talks. Zevran has seen werewolves and strange creations brought to life by magic but a talking bear was just too much for him to consider. He must be dreaming. That is it, that is exactly it; he's dreaming. So he simply returns to the bed, curls up, and ignores the world awhile longer.]

[bamboozler]

[Well, Panda is still a growing panda...Zevran is definitely taller than him! But he's still big and intimidating right? He needs to get this out of his system, though. Luckily, he keeps emergency stashes of bamboo in every room of his apartment.

He starts to chew on it before moving back over to his bed.]

Ehhh...I'm not really interested in that kind of thing. Could you please leave?

[antivanleather]

...You are not a talking bear. You cannot be a talking bear. Bears do not talk. Unless you are a werebear or some sort of shapeshifted mage.

[Zev rolled back over to blink at the strangely colored bear.]

For the love of Andraste, say you are a shapeshifted mage.