Oct 01, 2011 01:44
I think I've gotten used to the rhythm of this place--
[Sitting on a bench, people watching when suddenly... Something on the street catches his attention and he gets to his feet, ducking down a side alley.]
Not them again. Ah, Flynn, you might want to look out for pirates this weekend.
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Impending collision y/n?]
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[Guy knocks into Luke, stumbling back. Surprised, and then apologetic when he realizes.]
Luke! What are you doing? You okay?
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Ergh... dammit.
[But then that voice, calling his name. His head jerks up, half-nervous, half-relieved. Guy... probably wouldn't be happy that he was out wandering by himself, somewhere that certainly wasn't Belkend. But Luke really had no idea what happened, and... maybe Guy did.]
Guy? I'm fine... [No worse than usual, at least.] Where are we? What are you doing here?
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Hah, welcome to the incredibly uncreatively named, City. It's a weird place, and it's not part of Auldrant. I can explain later--are you feeling alright?
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He completely forgoes any sense of pride though - he could try to get up on his own, but it'd be an exhausting struggle in its own right. Therefore he takes Guy's hand and uses it to try to help haul himself to his feet - still stumbling forward on the way up, though.
He pauses a little at Guy's question. He always hated worrying the others, even when he did ache - from either pain or exhaustion.]
I'm fine... same as always...
[As skewed as "normal" had become.]
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[Maybe he came in from after a tough battle, or a bought of nightmares. Guy pats him on the arm, reassuringly.]
We can go find a place to sit.
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I'm fine.
[Said as he puts a hand out to grab Guy's arm and steady himself. And if Guy starts trying to guide him anywhere, he won't protest, even if it is to a seat.]
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