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The Random Scenario Meme 3.0
- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!
ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.
ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.
CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.
FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?
GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.
SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?
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"Yeah, the outskirts. They got the drop on me. Took out three, but... too many."
He takes a shaky breath.
"They know I'm here. I have to move on soon. I can't--" His voice chokes on a sob. "I can't let them find me again. I'd sooner die than let them!"
Which is why, while Ren's wounds are messy, and he's been bleeding a lot, he's not actually bleeding from any organs or arteries. The problem wound is just in his side. The bleeding's stopped on his head and lip.
"I stayed here too long. I shouldn't have."
Sighing, he tipped his head closer to Zevran's shoulder, blinking slowly in an attempt to fend off his dizziness. It doesn't help, but he refuses to just rest his eyes, despite how tempting it is.
"I've-- been bleeding off and on for the better part of a few hours. I'll try not to pass out. I've just had to move so much that the wound keeps reopening."
For now, he's trying to ignore his vulnerable emotional state.
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The assassin had little qualms with interjecting himself into others affairs, especially if he thought it was to defend the weak, or to even out the odds on an unfair fight. And the more danger that put on him, as opposed to whomever he was helping, the better.
The girl tending the inn seems accustomed to Zevran wandering in hurt, but bringing someone else in that's wounded is new. "You look none the worse for wear," she quips at him, even as she motions for him to continue up the stairs. "I was a little late this time," he answers loftily over his shoulder. "Brandy and some warm water to my room, if you would, my dear?"
His room - because it does indeed seem to be one he's been staying in, given the few personal effects placed about - is at the top of the stairs. By the time Zevran has laid Ren on the bed, his arms are a bit weak, and he's slightly winded; he's in good shape, and strong for someone of his size, but carrying someone a few streets over was no small feat.
"Where are you still bleeding? I'll bandage that first. Your side here?"
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"..Yeah. Hold on. I'll..."
Sluggishly, he forces himself up a bit (with a whimper) to start working at the straps holding his armor in place. Or at least, the ones trapped underneath his weight. Once they're dealt with, he lets himself fall back onto the bed with a heavy breath, carefully breathing through the pain. His eyes flutter closed for a few seconds, but he opens them again to avoid the urge to sleep.
His hand pats over his wounded side, and then listlessly starts trying to peel off his armor, but it's a half-assed effort, fatigue settling in at last now that he's safe. He gets as far as his gloves and gauntlets.
"I was hoping they'd stop looking.... I was hoping they stopped...." He brings a hand to his face, not wanting to show how much he's coming undone in front of him. How much he's trying not to outright cry.
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When Ren gives up trying to tug his armor off, Zevran is there, efficiently unbuckling and pulling pieces open or away. Numerous bed partners have given him the ability to know the workings of heavier armor, even if he doesn't wear it himself.
There's a knock on the door, or rather a dull thud that sounds somewhat like knocking. A foot nudges its way in the door, and then the rest of the tavern girl, looking a bit fussy. "You should take better care of the poor things you bed, Zev," she quips, setting a large bowl of water on the somewhat rickety looking nightstand. Zevran glances over his shoulder. "Truly, Soph, you think I would be so negligent?" The girl hums, and fishes a bottle of brandy out of her apron to set down. "Maybe not." she concedes, and returns to the door. Before leaving, she adds, "You're gonna have to pay for those blankets, sweetie. Blood don't come out." "Yes, yes. Now, if you do not mind."
The girl mutters something in Antivan, shutting the door behind her. "Now then," Zevran says quietly, and continues to undress Ren's upper half, carefully peeling away layers of cloth so as to hopefully not immediately reopen any wounds.
He doesn't have the luxury of time to stop and cradle and soothe Ren, but he does pause to grasp the hand covering his face just for a moment, as if to encourage him to cry openly if he wanted. "It is alright," he says in a low, gentle voice.
His expression hardens then. "You only have to ask, my friend, and they will not look for you again. I would swear it."
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Ren's binding shirt will need mending, for certain, but it's done a good job at keeping his wound compressed, at the very least.
"I honestly don't want them dead, Zevran," he replies shakily. "Their minds are strange, but all of them were familiar faces. We were family.... I just...."
Biting his bruised lip, he flinches at the pain he causes himself, and stops, sighing. His tone is watery as he speaks.
"I don't know. I feel like a child again. And that's not a happy feeling for me. I only wanted to walk my own path outside of their lives. Outside of their rigid, dictated-by-birth roles."
He still keeps his face covered as much as he can, though it doesn't stop the tears from falling.
"They're only dangerous to me, as far as I..."
Ren stops again, realizing that he's making excuses for them. Or trying to. He sighs again, lifting his head a bit in order to deliberately thump it against the pillow in frustration. it doesn't help anything.
"...Fuck."
Sniffling, he wipes his face with the back of his hand and tries not to utterly break down.
"...I'm scared..."
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Zevran is used to dressing his own wounds. It's something he's done plenty of times. But, that also means he can be as firm as he wants. So with Ren, he at least tries to be conscious of that and move gingerly. By the time he's ready to actually bandage the wound, the water in the bowl is already a deep pink.
"A noble sentiment, to be sure," he says a little dryly, as he gently tries to position Ren to begin bandaging him. "But consider this - they may not give you the chance to be merciful. This suggests they are very dangerous to you."
He ties off the bandage. "What do you owe them that you deserved to be beaten and still treat them with kindness? There is no such debt." His voice gains a firm edge. He hates it when people act as if they're inferior, as if they don't deserve to be able to take things for themselves... but he also understands the feeling. It was an unfortunate place to be. "Tell me - why is it you are so afraid, mm? What are you afraid of?"
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"Them. I'm afraid of them. I didn't think... that they used magic like that. That... it felt like they were draining my will itself. It's-- It all makes too much sense.
"That it took me so long to leave at all... and now it all makes sense. Why I never protested even when I knew I would leave. And... the lightening of my very spirit when I finally got a lot of distance between us."
Never mind that some of it was certainly psychological.
"Now I know just how dangerous they truly are. I already killed three defending myself -- I..."
He already killed three, and felt nothing.
He distinctly remembers that, and falls silent on that train of thought, branching out into another.
"...And I felt nothing when I killed them.... That's so strange.... I had a strong bond with those people before...." Was it even real? Fabricated? Was that why he felt nothing? Was it because he was scared?
Because above all else, he just wanted them to stop?
That seemed about right.
As he muddled through his emotions, his tears slowed.
"...But even if I wanted to fight them - and I don't know if I do, or what I want to do - that magic is... problematic. If I'd stayed any longer, still trying to fight... I've no doubt I wouldn't be here now. I'd be just as good as dead."
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"When I was a young man," he begins thoughtfully, "I had a friend named Taliesen. We grew up together, went through our training together, worked together. The things that we experienced...you cannot describe the bond that creates. In the end, when I failed a job in Ferelden, he was sent after me to finish the job. He offered to take me home, to cover for me. And, while it sounded like a good sentiment, it meant returning to a home that had bought me as a slave, raised me as nothing but a killer, and cared nothing for my life. In fact, he had been sent to kill me. It also meant the new friends I had made would have to die. And so, I killed the man I had considered my only real friend for most of my life. I...didn't feel much then, either."
"Perhaps they are familiar to you, yes, but they could have easily killed you. And you ran away for a reason to begin with, yes? If you do not stop them first, what will you do? Continue running forever?"
He uncorks the brandy on the bedside, and pour it into a glass that had been there when they entered, and takes a sip, before returning to work bandaging a smaller wound. "Brandy?" he offers, once done. "At least it will take the edge off and help you sleep a little deeper, now that you are out of danger."
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Nodding at the offer, he makes himself sit up enough to keep from choking, leaning against the pillows, in order to almost chug it, groaning at the pleasant taste and burn down his throat. The glass is nearly empty when he hands it back.
"They could have, but they won't. At least, not intentionally. To them, I'm just a child they've lost and need to reel back in. Set me on the "correct path" again," he replies in disdain, though not directed at Zevran.
"But, a stray girl who abandoned a very reasonable man who just wanted my children and servitude. Disguised under the term 'family'. According to them. To them, I was an unruly child, and I still am a child to then. Some of the shit they were hollering at me? Words of that nature. Normal, if you're raised under it. But my eyes are open. Mostly. The black eye doesn't help."
Ren stops then, scowling, and gingerly touches his eyelid and surrounding area to check the swelling. Hasn't gotten worse, at least.
"As for continuing to run or not... I have a choice in that, don't I?" he muses aloud, folding his hands over his lap, as if he hadn't honestly given that much thought.
"I always thought I'd just stay moving and they'd never find me, and then give up. But, if I chose to stop running...?"
So obviously, the idea of not running and just confronting them, directly or indirectly, never occurred to him. Faced with this idea for the first time, he stumbles through it, at first, but quickly realizes what he feels in the moment.
"...It's tempting. Even knowing I'd be condemning their lives to do so."
He almost asks if he's a bad person to think that way, but given what Zevran has said, he thinks he might think not. It would be wrong to be considered a bad person for thinking to preserve one's own life, wouldn't it?
"Maybe it's silly, but out of everywhere I've gone, I've stayed here the longest. I always left before I could build any ties. And... I was also tasting freedom for the first time in my whole life. Although I was running, I felt... alive."
Flashing Zevran a watery, but genuine smile, he manages a small laugh, his whole body relaxing a little, through no effect of the brandy.
"I think... it would be nice to be able to plant roots down somewhere. Maybe somewhere around here. Even with the dangerous alleys. Antiva is quite beautiful. The language, too."
There's a little more to it, but he knows he's been blathering on quite a bit.
No never be sorry for tl;dr!
The amusement quickly fades to an expression of disgust - not towards Ren, but the people that had been after him. "Yes," he says, sarcasm dripping from his tone, "I'm quite sure cleaving a wound is simply 'setting you on the right path'."
Ah, there we go. He nods his approval and encouragement as the boy begins to question, but he's silent until the other stops talking. "There is a certain beauty to be found in danger, and vice versa," he says. "Antiva City has both of those in spades. But, so long as you are not a merchant prince, or make a habit of lingering in back alleys-" The assassin gives Ren a pointed look, "You should be fine."
The water in the basin by now is muddied and red, but at least Ren is mostly clean and bandaged. He could bathe properly once he had recovered some. "You will heal, at least," he says, "But they will come for you again. If you wish help, I can provide it, but that is up to you."
There's a small temptation to seek the people out for himself regardless, but no. Ren's mistakes were his own to make. He's already given his opinion. It's up to the boy to want to dig himself out of this trouble - even if he didn't cause it himself.
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"I was lucky tonight! No fearsome foes in the alleys that I hid in. But no, I've been deliberately avoiding the alleys ever since we first met. Today was.. an exception of the muddled mind."
Absently, he shifts his legs, mulling over not only the offer, but Zevran's sarcastic comment.
"Looking at everything objectively, and from different perspectives..." he can see his own madness, the desire to forgive them, so long as they'll forget him.
But that's clearly not happening.
"Even if I attempt to fight them alone again, the main problem is the mages there. I had to run not only because of these injuries, but because of the loss of my desire to fight. Which, honestly? Much more scary than bleeding everywhere. It felt like... like my will was no longer mine anymore. Like I would have lowered my weapon and knelt at their feet and walked back with them. That's what my body started aching to do," he rambles in growing disgust.
"...It shames me, but I can't settle this alone." He takes a slow breath, and lightly touches Zevran's hand. "...Will you help me end this? The least I need is for the mages accompanying them to be subdued or taken out."
He almost offers to pay him. This is dangerous, and he doesn't want Zevran hurt by this. But he knows he won't be able to run forever at this rate. No doubt, there are still some within the city.
"Maybe.. in doing so, will send the rest a message to leave me be."
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Zevran offers the boy a sympathetic look. "Sounds to me like blood magic," he muses. "But not very strong, if you managed to escape. Perhaps a spell I do not know - I am no expert, after all." The Hero of Ferelden was a mage, and he learned a good deal from him, but there was much and more the assassin had no idea about. "Either way, they bleed the same."
The light touch against his hand seems to surprise him, and he looks to Ren curiously, before grinning. "There is no need to be ashamed, my dear," he declares reassuringly. "I shall help you put an end to this nonsense, that you may go on with your life."
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"Thank you. Honestly, that's all I've ever wanted."
He resists the urge to laugh.
"When this is over, I think sharing some drinks is in order. What do you think?"
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Well, Zevran had just swept him off his feet, quite literally, and whisked him away to doctor him up himself. That likely accounted for something.
"Then we shall make it so," he declares, and flashes another of those bright grins. "It is...your turn to buy the round, yes?"
A meager price for an ex member of the most expensive assassin's guild in all of Thedas.
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"I think after that, a few more drinks are definitely in order." Since the bottle is in easy reach, he grabs it, sets the glass back down, and pours the next one with a definite level of precision, not a single drop spilling over despite his awkward angle.
"I'll make sure to stop before I get too drunk."
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"Ah, yes. I am sure you have lost enough blood that overindulging might turn you into a human-sized flask of brandy," he jokes, but certainly makes no move to suggest how much Ren should or shouldn't have.
"If that is not enough," he adds as an afterthought, "I do have some elfroot that you might chew on."
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Ren nonchalantly downs half of the glass, sighing contentedly and sets it back down so he can better lean against the pillows again. Looking down at himself, he wriggles out of his pants, too, because why not. He's still in his smallclothes, and his socks. Those same thigh-high, blood-stained stockings. Emphasis on blood-stained. There's not a whole lot of white even left compared to when they last met.
Yup, luck still holds out, at least.
"I also don't think I'd turn into very tasty brandy, but it's a unique mental image.... I wonder what a person-brandy would be like." A beat, as he frowns. "I think I had a joke, but I lost it. Alas."
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He watches carefully as the other boy wriggles out of his pants, making sure he didn't move enough that he might start bleeding again. He only watches, saying nothing about it aloud. His brows loft at the sight of the stockings, and he gives a little grin.
"Is this a fetish of yours?" he asks, but it's a playful, teasing tone, "Or are you simply trying to dye these red? If is it the latter, there may be more... efficient ways of doing so, if less creative."
And then he makes a face, but laughs despite himself. "I am not keen to know. I have heard there are creatures that feast on blood as their nourishment, perhaps they might appreciate person-brandy."
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"Nah. I just really like these socks. They're still soft and comfy. If it's a fetish for me, then it's a decidedly nonsexual one."
Wriggle wriggle.
"They're the one luxury item I let myself have, honestly. And they have the bonus of being not only cute, but also functional." A beat, and he grins brightly. "But I won't deny there's some pride whenever I get a new stain on them, and when it's not my blood. Just... proof. Proof that what I'm doing, here and now, is real. It happened."
He gnaws off a bit of the root, not at all minding the taste. There are worse things than raw elfroot. Combined with the brandy's aftertaste, it's actually not that bad.
Even so, his gaze softens. "In any case, I'm grateful that you found me. I'd probably be a lot more miserable than how I look now."
If he was still alone, he knew he'd just be crying all night. At least this way, he can focus on something - someone - who brings him joy to talk with.
"It's always a pleasure to talk with you. I cannot overstate that."
Sex aside, anyway. That's always fun. Zevran's a fun partner.
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"I could not simply leave my favorite little maul-swinger out to bleed like that," he comments, though beneath the easy, flippant tone there is just the faintest edge of discomfort. Really, Ren would not be the first sexual partner he's had to meet a foul end, or to come across them when they were hurt and needed help. (He wasn't sure if that spoke more to their luck, or the fact he had far too many past partners.)
"It is a pleasure, anyways." He winks, a casual dismissal of the topic.
As much as Zevran helps those who need it - who deserve to be helped (or at least do not deserve to be ignored) - he has a terrible time admitting any feelings or relations beyond casual acquaintanceship.
"You should get some rest, however. It will help you heal."
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He wriggles very, very carefully a bit closer to the edge of the bed, until there's enough room on it for Zevran, too, and sets the root aside. Now that he's actively not doing anything, everything is catching up with him. "I'd ask if you would be bored, but when I wondered if, Maker forbid, our positions were reversed, I don't think I'd find it boring to make sure you would be well again. To keep watch."
Slowly, he settles on resting his eyes. Well, eye. Chewing on the elfroot has helped, but most of it's gone to his side, instead.
"...The least I can do is give you space to rest, when you want to. Instead of leaving nothing but uncomfortable chairs."
Gulping down that brandy like it was going out of style, along with his lack of current danger here, leaves him feeling warm and comfortable. Drowsy. It would be so easy to just drift off like this.
He's tempted to.
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And no, Ren, that doesn't count as 'resting'. He lofts one eyebrow with an amused expression. Cheeky thing.
He wouldn't mind laying with the other boy, but he was a light sleeper (and needed little sleep, besides), but the chance of accidentally hurting him by moving too much or the wrong way would likely mean Zevran would sleep less comfortably than if he did doze off in this chair - even if did feel as though it were hewn from hard stone instead of wood.
Zevran can tell that Ren is getting drowsy, and he gets up from his position to, very carefully, readjust the blankets to cover the other boy. The tavern wench had been right, he would have to pay to replace the blood-stained covers, but oh well.
The life of a Crow was a dangerous one, but well-paid. Satisfied, he sits down again, and pours a glass of brandy for himself.
{ Feel free to skip ahead, like we talked about! ♥ }
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Ren especially starts to drift off once he's covered, sleeping soundly before long. As with the last time they rested together, Ren barely moves while asleep - sometimes the odd shift, or twitch, or drooling, but not much else.
By the next day, Ren is already trying to get out of bed, but it takes a bit longer for his wounds to heal. He relents.
Once he is well enough, he continues to insist on fighting with Zevran against his "family".
It's easy enough to find them, with their "odd muttering" as their prominent feature. He feels the itch of the fog seep into his mind, trying to take root, but this time, he isn't afraid. They have yet to spot them in their hiding place.
"We need to work fast. I don't think the mages are actively casting anything, but my head doesn't feel quite right. Same as last time."
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Zevran chooses the chair to sleep in, mostly for the fact he'll rest easier not subconsciously being concerned about injuring the boy. The next day, he is quite insistent that Ren stay in bed, because getting up will only undo all of Zevran's hard work from the night before. The tavern girl from the night before teases him that he's becoming 'soft', taking care of his casual bedmates.
Really, he would prefer that Ren not be here with him tonight. After he had left Ferelden, he'd learned to work better on his own. Next to that, he used tactics that some might consider 'underhanded'. Either way, he's fairly sure Ren would be upset by the sight of one of his family members succumbing to the agony of one of his poisons.
Zevran glances to the boy quietly, and he wonders if Ren isn't imagining this mental fog. Or rather, that it wasn't born of magecraft at all, but rather just misplaced guilt, inflicted by living for years in a poisoned household.
He picks out the ones he thinks are most likely to be mages, looking first for staves, then for a general lack of regular armour or obvious other weapons. "I suggest you stay back, if it gets any worse," he says quietly.
It's not until the first person crumples with a knife in the back of their neck that the group realises they're under attack.
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Zevran's words only make Ren nod, and it's only once the first man falls that he sneaks into the fray, making himself as loud as possible in order to better take as much of their enemies' attention as possible.
The fog's still there, but as soon as the last mage falls, by his hammer no less, the fog lifts. He nearly laughs in relief, but doesn't, but there's no stopping the shit-eating grin from spreading on his face. He shouts at them in their shared language, each word dripping in venom. Some shout back. "Rin" is a common word.
As brutally as he swings his hammer, he doesn't lack for a little flair, often using the maul as something to ground his body with when he uses some of the momentum he's started to kick a helmet-less warrior in the face.
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