First Breath Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: First Breath crew and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Month of October

[It's a mingle! For visitors and crew alike!]

Comments

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She nods knowingly. ]

I thought so.

[tallasaking]

[He snorts softly, quirking a grin at her.]

You're quite the positive thinker, you are.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She frowns lightly. ]

I have nothing to gain from thinking "positively".

[tallasaking]

Well, one would think you could gain ... better future prospects?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She crosses her arms, holding her chin up high. ]

Or delude yourself into believing they exist. I prefer to deal with reality.

[tallasaking]

Positive situations do actually exist in reality, you know.

[He gave her a wry smile.] Even if neither one of us has had a plethora of them.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm sure but I'll believe them when I see them.

[ She's certainly not going to start now. ]

[tallasaking]

Well, I would expect no less pragmatism than that, I suppose.

[He smirked again, as he continued to fiddle with the wiring.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Hm. ]

What would you expect?

[tallasaking]

Almost everyone has a dream, yes? I would expect a dream.

[revengeofthemordsith]

. . . I don't have a dream.

[tallasaking]

[Now, he was going to stare at her.]

...You don't have a dream. Ah, all right... what about a goal?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She shakes her head. ]

[tallasaking]

[Yes, Cara, now he is gaping at you.]

...what about .. an idea? Of what you want to do with your life?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Why would I need that? I know what I need to do with my life and that is to serve Lord Rahl.

[tallasaking]

Ah-hah, so you have a purpose ... and that purpose is Lord Rahl. Are you his bannerman?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her brow creases. ]

I am his Mord'Sith. His fighter.

[tallasaking]

[He frowns.]

...So, you are one of his ... knights?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She raises a slim eyebrow. ]

I'm better than any knight.

[tallasaking]

[All right, so that would ... ah!]

You're a Bronn. [He smiled, then.] Someone who is willing to do what must be done.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I do not know what that is . . . but that is accurate.

[tallasaking]

Well, then I would be like your Lord Rahl. [He smiled, as he kept tinkering.] Bronn was a man in my employ ... and a good friend. Were you friends with your Lord Rahl?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her mouth twists at the word friend, but it does not seem to be a negative sign. ]

Richard is . . . important to me.

[tallasaking]

[He pauses for a moment, before asking delicately.]

In a ... personal sense?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Not romantically.

[ Cara holds no interest there for Richard. ] Just that his existence is important to me.

[ Verbalizing why and how is still hard. He was her family. ]