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

[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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"We are in a village then? How very strange. I was not in a village yesterday- far from it." Zev tipped his head to the side, considering. "I am so very lost. Perhaps you might allow me to share your bed so I might find some comfort in this strange, cruel place?"

"How about you go out and have a seat on the sofa and I make a cup of coffee and explain things to you?"

If your sofa is as comfortable as this bed, then I would be happy to do so.

[Zevran stands and stretches, blinking a little at the odd twinge and pull along his back. That was not normal.]

Ah, yeah. That looked familiar.

"Oh, yeah, lesson the first. You have wings now. Don't let anything happen to them, or you could die."

"...What?"

That didn't make any sense. He was a Crow, true, but Crow's didn't have wings. Zevran frowns and peers over his shoulder at-

two. Very small feathered wings.

"...what."

"Yep. Like I said, don't let anything happen to them. We all get those when we arrive.

And that's not even the fun part."

"Oh, do tell me about the fun part."

"The fun part is, we're the guests of a bunch of friendly folks in lab coats who keep us prisoner, force us to fight for them, and occasionally screw with reality just for shits and giggles."

[Of course, Zevran laughs. That is ridiculous, keeping people contained, messing with relativity, forcing others into war? Absurd!]

That was a good one, my friend-

Wait.

You. You are serious?

"I'm serious like a conspicuously bad-ass heart-attack."

"..." A moment that Zev spent peering up at the taller man. "...A what?"

"Nevermind, it was just a dumb joke. Point is, I'm not lying, kidding, or putting you on."

"How is it that they 'screw with reality'? Are such things not impossible for men without a mage's abilities?"

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

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HDU MADAME

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