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vanyel ashkevron

If At First You Don't Succeed... Try, Try Again

Who: Vanyel & Anyone
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Casino-way station
When: During the time the planet is in range

_{[ At first a quiet hallway in one of the casino waystations is just that - a hallway, with a few doors dotted here and there leading into some shop or restaurant or another. Except wasn’t one of them beginning to glow? Yes, yes it was. The edges took on a definite white-blue light, flaring brightly before giving way to a panorama of what could only be a landscape of the planet below.

A figure comes through, dark hair looking disheveled, mud and plant life smeared across a dark-blue shirt, snowy white boots marred by dark streaks. The human shape sunk down to its knees, clearly breathing hard, breath rattling in his chest - and it is a he. Behind him, the visage of the planet faded, the “doors” closing with a fading light. The man clutched at his chest, hunching over in pain.

Slowly he sat up, revealing his face to be that of one of Vanyel Ashkevron, albeit streaked with sweat and a little pale. He looked around, blinking owlishly, seeming to recognize where he was. The thinest of smiles worked across his lips, almost triumphant. ]}

Well… that went better than I had hoped…

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's that a good thing? For you guys, I mean? [You magic types]

I would say so. Working my magic without an outside source is draining and difficult. It is like... what is the concept? A battery? Yes, like recharging a battery. Opening the gate took a lot of my own magic. If nothing else, I would like to go down and absorb some more to replenish myself sooner, in case of emergency.

_{[ His reserves being depleted meant it would be harder to cast
defensive charms and offensive spells should they be attacked, not to
mention hurt. Not like the Gates, but the magical nerves within him still
felt entirely to raw. ]}

[He nods at the metaphor, leaning back. That works for him, apparently!]

Maybe you should take someone with you for this stuff.

Several of my friends were down there. I think you might like it, Ray. It is unlike anything I have ever seen.

_{[ Beautiful and fascinating, if obviously dangerous in the extreme at
night. ]}

Nah, I don't-- [He hunches a little, shakes his head] That don't sound like my kinda place, Van. Spooky.

_{[ Eyebrows rose and scrunched in the same motion, watching Ray. He had
thought the man curious, but he supposed it was daunting, going down to a
new planet with strange creatures. His own world had such creatures, he had
fought such creatures, so it was not quite so odd. ]}

It is all right. I have other companions who are intrigued.

_{[ He reached out, touching his arm with the tips of his fingers.
]}

Did something happen to you?

Ray looks up from the table, goosebumps rising on his arm where Vanyel is touching him.]

No, I mean, nothing like that, I just-- You looked like you were in pain, and you got all that magic to help you out, and I'm just...

[Just a scrawny Chicago flatfoot.]

The pain is an effect of the Gate I created, not those things that were chasing me. Though I have no doubt they could have caused damage if they wished.

It's true I have magic, but just because I have magic doesn't mean that I am suddenly that much more competent or ready than someone who knows what they are doing. Simple solutions are often better than those that require magic.

[He considers it for another second, and then looks up, hesitantly]

You'd really want me to come with?

I would not have asked if I did not. I would not want to risk staying into the sunset, but during the day the planet is rather lovely. We should take the chance to explore while we can.

[He takes a deep breath, and then it's like he's back in Chicago, moving into one adventure or another just because Fraser said: bad guys, Ray, over there.

He nods, and twitches a little smile] Alright. Okay, let's go for it.

Tomorrow I should be well enough to go back down. Having my magic recharged should do me good as well.

_{[ He smiled at Ray, glad he was coming, squeezing his forearm gently.
]}

Thank you for the tea and sandwich, Ray.

You don't have to rush for me, [He says, quickly, as he feels his face get red and his nerves rise. If this were someone else, he would have grinned, put his hand over Vanyel's, leaned in--

But Vanyel reminds him too much like Fraser. The innocence, the pure goodness of the guy, he just can't bring himself to do those things.]

You're welcome. Glad to help, y'know?

I am glad you came by when you did.

_{[ He smiled at him, meaning it in all honesty. ]}

Perhaps you could help me walk back to my ship? I am feeling better, but I would not be parted from good company so soon.

[he perks up at the offer of something to do.]

Sure, yeah, I can do that. [He realizes what Vanyel had called him and grins] 'Good company', huh? You're a flatterer.

Honesty is not flattery.

_{[ He smiled at him, but wasn't making any move to leave just yet,
wanting to finish his tea and sandwich. ]}

I have enjoyed your company on all occasions we have met, Ray. And in this particular case it was quite helpful as well.

[He leans back, kicking out his legs and crossing them at the ankles-- it's a forced sort of relaxed posture, but it works for him nonetheless]

Hey, what are cops for, right? Helping out the man on the street.

_{[ Body language alone tells him Ray is not as relaxed as he wants him
to think, but to put up such a front means the other probably does not want
to speak of what is bothering him. As much as he likes Ray, Vanyel does not
feel it his place to ask something so personal quite so soon. ]}

You fulfill your duties quite admirably, Ray. You would have made an excellent sheriff in any village in Valdemar, or even one of the Guard.

Yeah? What would I have to do if I was a sheriff in those places?

Keep the peace, settle disputes between neighbors, occasionally solve the odd crime, and defend the village from mauraders. If you were the guard, though, you would be defending the kingdom and Haven. It rather depends on how grand one wishes to be.

I'm not really the grand kinda guy, so maybe I'd stick to sheriffing, huh? [It's a lie of the most honest kind: because despite the citations for bravery, despite all the things he's done with Fraser, he still doesn't see himself as brave, or good, and certainly not grand.]

_{[ He smiled over the rim of his mug of tea, nearly finished with it
and natural color returning to his cheeks now. ]}

A good sheriff should be so humble.

So you're saying I'd kick ass, huh? Good to have some career options. [He's joking, but it's deflection more than anything: he's obviously pleased by Vanyel's compliments, but doesn't know how to react to them properly.]

If that means I think you would do well, then yes, I think you would "kick ass".

_{[ He downed the last of the tea and sighed, putting it down with a
little click of finality. It had done much to revive him, though frankly he
could do with a good few hours or sleep and a proper breakfast after.
]}

You were good at your job in your world, after all, weren't you?

Good enough, sure. Didn't kick me off the force, at least. [He makes to stand up, sticking close to Vanyel in case he'd overestimated his own abilities.]

If At First You Don't Succeed... Try, Try Again

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