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Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] crowkiller) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-12-21 11:19 am

There's white things in the air

Who: Zevran Arainai and You!!!!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the snowy marshmallow planet
When: right the hell now

Throwing Snowballs Instead of heads

[Zevran is busy uh...doing something. The last time he saw snow was in the Frostback Mountains, and even then it wasn't exactly like this. It didn't cover everything, it was cold, and it certainly didn't taste so sweet. But it did form a rather nice chunk in his hand.

He scoops up a bit more, rolls it into a ball between his hands, and lets it fly-- right into someone's face.]


Oh. [Oops. Maybe uh, he didn't think that he would hit anyone.] En garde?

And the Nightmares Can't Be Found

[The nightmares of the last planet are gone, and he is very must trying to take his mind off of things that occurred there. He does this in the only way he knows how-- to drink!

He found the nearest bar, bought a bottle of their top shelf brandy and now well, he needs someone to share it with. Maybe you were alone at the bar, maybe you are with a group of friends at the table. It doesn't matter. Your drinks look a bit empty and so he fills them (unless the person in question is obviously a child. Hot chocolate for you instead).]


Time to relax and enjoy our short time here, yes? [He isn't too excited to leave after that last stop they made.]

They Kiss? Why that looks so unique [Closed to Rowan]

[Zevran is quite excited the day the gift drops came. The box in the cargo bay is wrapped in that odd paper. He tears through it in a hurry, wondering what in the world it could be. He hopes its something useful at least. And what do you know...when he opens the box he sees his dagger. It's obvious that it is his, it wears the Crow's mark and is obviously Antivan made. As soon as it comes into his hands the flame rune on it ignites to life, and surrounds the blade with a magical fire. At least this makes him feel a bit more secure.

He is about to leave the cargo bay with his dagger back on his belt, but then he hears something. A shuffle, and then a bark, and a whimper. He pauses in his step and turns to see another gift, this one in a much larger box. And it's moving.

He takes a few steps towards it. His hand moves the tag over to see who it is for. It's addressed to Rowan. Now, he knows that opening things that aren't his is wrong, but if it's who he thinks it is in this box, then the box won't last long enough for him to grab Rowan and come back to the Cargo bay. So he pulls the bow loose, and as soon as that is done the giant Mabari war hound leaps out of the box and tackles Zevran onto his back. He is frozen for a moment before he feels a wet nose on his cheek and a even wetter tongue across his face.]


Why? Why must you go for the face?

[He mutters between before he laughs and his hand goes to the dog's jowls to push him away. Instead the dog just lies on top of him and Zevran lets out a loud sigh. Guess he isn't getting up. With a bit of a struggle he takes out his phone to text Rowan.]

You should come see what I found.

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