[The sounds of battle are fierce all around, swords clashing, and the grunts and hollers of war. Duibhin's voice isn't very loud at first, the communicator tied to his hip jostled on as he's fighting. Someone falls and he chuckles, the explosive, metallic sound of an arcane barrage hitting platemail heard next. When he does finally speak, he's
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[Wearily he clicked on the communicator, sighing.]
...Oh. It's you.
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She doesn't know how to respond to Duibhín. What does she say? What could she say? 'Oh, so I see that you're the lover?' 'So you're Beras's wink and snigger?' 'You're the one we make fun of over mugs of kungaloosh on slow nights?'
She's struck with a desire to laugh.]
I - I can't believe... ahaha... Beras was...
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He is my lover, yes.
[And an awkward pause ensues as he waits, perhaps for the derogatory remarks he expects to hear all over again.]
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Ohhh... oh Beras... mercy.
[She continues to giggle.]
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Why do I even bother?! Begone!
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You're his - ahahaaa... it's such a small, small universe... haha... Oh Beras... you fool...
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