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[bluediamondyero]

The young man stumbles in, bleeding and bruised. He looks at his surroundings a minute -- they're decidedly not what he had left. For one thing, there's less men trying to kill him, it's quite a lot brighter, and he wasn't in this much pain a few minutes ago. He has got a ring on his finger, though he's in no condition to register it at the

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[gillikin_ballad]

Avaric's been sitting there, elegantly, actually reading a book for lack of something better to do. His nose crinkles a bit at the blood and the bruising.

"Are you dying?" he asks, not doing a good job at masking his disgust. It is safe to say that he doesn't recognize Fiyero yet.

[bluediamondyero]

"I'm not entirely sure on that point." Fiyero sits up straighter, wincing, and glances over.

"Avaric?" Well, Avaric, the blue diamonds peeking through his ripped shirt should be a pretty good giveaway.

[gillikin_ballad]

Well, to be honest, Avaric wasn't paying too much attention until his name was mentioned. He looks the other man over once, then raises an eyebrow.

"Fiyero." No questioning needed here - how many blue diamonded men know him? "Well, don't you look -- A sight for sore eyes."

[bluediamondyero]

"I'm sure I look like I feel," he says, a little wryly. "Which isn't all that wonderful."

He'd get up, if he could move, but as it is he just leans forward in his chair. "Where are we?"

[gillikin_ballad]

"Not a clue." He tosses the book to the side. "Not Oz." He finds himself looking at Fiyero again. "Unnamed God, what happened to you?" He hardly sounds concerned, just curious.

[bluediamondyero]

"The Gale Force," Fiyero says grimly, with a vague gesture. "I think. They were all in black."

[gillikin_ballad]

"What did you do?" Avaric looks interested. After all, Fiyero's always been so ... Good.

[bluediamondyero]

"Something stupid." That's apparently all he's going to say on the subject.

[gillikin_ballad]

"Obviously." He leans back in his seat. "I mean, as far as I know, these things don't just happen for no reason."

[bluediamondyero]

"You'd be surprised," with a thin smile, remembering the Bears and the Quadlings.

"And if it's all the same, I'd rather not talk about it." Look, Avaric, he can do that affected drawl too.

[gillikin_ballad]

Avaric looks amused.

"You've obviously been keeping yourself busy, then."

[bluediamondyero]

Fiyero straightens, a little stiffly. It's almost like he's playing his part for society, like he used to do back in the Emerald City -- and so, that high-class drawl is still very much in place.

"Oh, yes, well. There are all sorts of treaties and things I had to busy myself with."

[gillikin_ballad]

"Come of it, Fiyero." Avaric laughs. "You hardly need to act so dignified around me. Although, I must say, I admire the effort given your current state."

[bluediamondyero]

He looks down then, grinning a little sheepishly. "Sorry. Force of habit. I was dealing with treaties and things, though. Was in Emerald City for about half the year, didn't I see you?"

[gillikin_ballad]

"Oh." And now he frowns. "It's been so long since I've -- Fiyero, this is going to sound positively oddified, but I'm not sure we've come to place at the same time."

[bluediamondyero]

Fiyero blinks. And blinks again. "Really? I just --I think I just saw you last month, though. At the club."