Hello. [ c: ] Would you mind, if I came and sat by your side for a while? I think you have quite the nice spot to people watch, and I'd quite like to join you.
[ you're the most ic because this is the cr in a nutshell. he sits right down, careful not to take up too much space for poor big giant marcoh, and smoothing out his. skirt. i forgot he's wearing a skirt. ]
Thank you - my name is Taair, and I am a healer. It's a pleasure. [ and even if it's just him introducing himself, he's content to sit in gentle quiet for a moment, enjoying the atmosphere. ] Have you been here very long?
[ ah, this is paradise, right? just being able to sit around and talk to others, to spend time with them in the firelight. his little head wings flutter as he says it, happy. ] And should you ever need anything in the midst of a firefight, I hope that you'll call for me. If you don't remember my name, that's alright, too. Just cheer out and I'll rush right to your side.
This is my very first one. But... hopefully, the first of many.
The answer is both, of course. I do want to be here.
I have been studying the healing arts for some time, and if I can use those skills to help all of you, who fight so hard on the battlefield for the better of all of us... is that not worth something? Plus, I hope that I can get to know as many of you as I can, so I might chronicle your stories, in our downtown - a two-pronged purpose. To help you all, and to ensure the world knows of the kind of things you do.
[ the head wings puff up a little bit in !! passion!!! ]
There is no such thing as 'just another soldier', Marcoh. Every soldier in an army is not just a statistic, but a person - someone with likes and dislikes, with family, with friends. With people who love them. And your story deserves to be told as much as - [ he glances across to jingyuan, and nods in that way ] - the greatest generals do.
Besides, now... I think I would like to say that we are now friends. And I would like to tell the story of a dear friend even more.
[ there's a very, very small quirk at the corner of his lips. ]
Good.
[ there's a... flicker, of something. something warm and familiar in your chest, taair, like deja vu. like you've been here before, but a step to the left. it might be a little disorienting, but it passes. ]
[ that deja vu flicker feels as light as air - like being lifted up, wind in his hair.
it's so surprising he thinks its his element at first, and blinks, once, twice, and it's gone. how odd. absently, he lifts a hand and rubs it against his chest. ]
Good, indeed. [ he reaches for the drink he grabbed for himself, and holds it out to marcoh. ] Then...cheers, my friend. To a good night.
[ he's so happy with this. i will say he probably sits here for a little while and vibes with marcoh, very content just to enjoy his company. this is his new friend - not one of his very favorite people yet, but his dear new friend.
but eventually! he'll look very curious at sushang i have decided taking her pictures. ]
[ oh! watch those little bird wings poof up, flapping slightly in a !! gesture as the picture is taken. when sushang comes over, he blinks, looks at the photo - and then breaks into a smile, touching his hand to his heart. ]
Why - that's lovely, miss. You've a real talent for this sort of thing...!
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Hey.
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Hello. [ c: ] Would you mind, if I came and sat by your side for a while? I think you have quite the nice spot to people watch, and I'd quite like to join you.
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Sure. If you want. [ moves a little... to make room. doesn't say anything else. good talk buddy. ]
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Thank you - my name is Taair, and I am a healer. It's a pleasure. [ and even if it's just him introducing himself, he's content to sit in gentle quiet for a moment, enjoying the atmosphere. ] Have you been here very long?
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anyway i know this because this is also my cr with marcoh. he glances down at taair. ]
Guess so. I've seen a campaign or two. [ ... ] Marcoh.
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Marcoh! Now we're acquainted, my good fellow.
[ ah, this is paradise, right? just being able to sit around and talk to others, to spend time with them in the firelight. his little head wings flutter as he says it, happy. ] And should you ever need anything in the midst of a firefight, I hope that you'll call for me. If you don't remember my name, that's alright, too. Just cheer out and I'll rush right to your side.
This is my very first one. But... hopefully, the first of many.
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[ he says, promptly. he remembers your name, buddy. his eyes also go to the little head wings... cute... ]
You want to be here?
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[ teasing for a beat. ]
The answer is both, of course. I do want to be here.
I have been studying the healing arts for some time, and if I can use those skills to help all of you, who fight so hard on the battlefield for the better of all of us... is that not worth something? Plus, I hope that I can get to know as many of you as I can, so I might chronicle your stories, in our downtown - a two-pronged purpose. To help you all, and to ensure the world knows of the kind of things you do.
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That's nice of you. [ ... ] You don't really need to tell my story or anything.
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Oh? Why's that?
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There is no such thing as 'just another soldier', Marcoh. Every soldier in an army is not just a statistic, but a person - someone with likes and dislikes, with family, with friends. With people who love them. And your story deserves to be told as much as - [ he glances across to jingyuan, and nods in that way ] - the greatest generals do.
Besides, now... I think I would like to say that we are now friends. And I would like to tell the story of a dear friend even more.
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We can be friends, I guess. [ he has no objections. ] Be careful, though.
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taair lifts one arm and makes a strong!! gesture. flexing! ] I am not very big and strong like you are, so I know when to get out of the way.
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Good.
[ there's a... flicker, of something. something warm and familiar in your chest, taair, like deja vu. like you've been here before, but a step to the left. it might be a little disorienting, but it passes. ]
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it's so surprising he thinks its his element at first, and blinks, once, twice, and it's gone. how odd. absently, he lifts a hand and rubs it against his chest. ]
Good, indeed. [ he reaches for the drink he grabbed for himself, and holds it out to marcoh. ] Then...cheers, my friend. To a good night.
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To a good night. [ he echoes, and then pats taair on the back. ]
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but eventually! he'll look very curious at sushang i have decided taking her pictures. ]
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as for sushang, she immediately whirls on taair and takes a picture of him!
and then laughs, running over to his side to show him. ]
How's that? Looking good?
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Why - that's lovely, miss. You've a real talent for this sort of thing...!
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[ cheerfully! ]
You're pretty cute, you make for good pictures!
[ she'll just flop down next to him. ] My name's Sushang! What's yours?
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Oh. Um, thank you. [ great very humanpeople interaction taair ] It's... Taair - my name's Taair. I'm one of the new healers. And yourself...?
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I'm one of the soldiers around here. I just got assigned from the Yaoqing, have you been there? My mom's a pretty high ranking official.
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[ he lowers his voice a little, glancing out at the group with for a moment unbridled awe. ]
What's it like? To live there. And your mother...?
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