[ Bastien doesn't stand up from his place on the stool to accept the plants back. He shakes his head, flicks his free hand to say no. ]
I'm no good with plants. They would be dead in a week.
[ Hyperbole. But he doesn't want them back. ]
And you haven't been an ass. You've been, [ with no insult intended, only a throwback to his prior joke about Tav's limited memories, ] a baby, in a new world where you do not know the score.
A baby that murders others at random and then complains about his jailing conditions while demons run amok.
[Tav leaves the plants to balance on the window, disappearing again back toward his bunk. Maybe he should shatter his crystal to stop him from interfering with any further Riftwatch actions. And just when he thought he’d done good, using his healing magic. Seal the hatch on his door, allow himself to be truly jailed, rather than this sort of in between going on.
If he called the guards to shoo Bastien away, would he ever come back?
Tav lays down on his bunk, springs squeaking. Perhaps it would be better to set the guards to disallow visitors after Bastien leaves.]
[ He's not going to argue. And he knows a silent dismissal when he sees one. But in this case he chooses to ignore it, settled and comfortable on his stool, smoking. ]
[There's a grumbling sound from Tav on his cot, might as well be a shining beacon of leave me alone. For once, the no filter conversationalist is out of words.]
[ Bastien says, already several feet away and not stopping. The guards will be back at their post as soon as he's convinced them to give him his playing cards. ]
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I'm no good with plants. They would be dead in a week.
[ Hyperbole. But he doesn't want them back. ]
And you haven't been an ass. You've been, [ with no insult intended, only a throwback to his prior joke about Tav's limited memories, ] a baby, in a new world where you do not know the score.
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[Tav leaves the plants to balance on the window, disappearing again back toward his bunk. Maybe he should shatter his crystal to stop him from interfering with any further Riftwatch actions. And just when he thought he’d done good, using his healing magic. Seal the hatch on his door, allow himself to be truly jailed, rather than this sort of in between going on.
If he called the guards to shoo Bastien away, would he ever come back?
Tav lays down on his bunk, springs squeaking. Perhaps it would be better to set the guards to disallow visitors after Bastien leaves.]
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[ He's not going to argue. And he knows a silent dismissal when he sees one. But in this case he chooses to ignore it, settled and comfortable on his stool, smoking. ]
Want to play a game?
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Right.
[ He stands up after all, adjusts his clothes, and scoots the stool back to its place to the side of the door. ]
Have a good evening, then. Send me a message if you get bored enough.
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[ Bastien says, already several feet away and not stopping. The guards will be back at their post as soon as he's convinced them to give him his playing cards. ]
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Bastien.
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I told you, with me they will die,
[ and resumes it without missing any additional beats.
He's not coming back; once he's scooped up his cards, he heads down the hall and down the stairs. ]