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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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[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.]

That's a good estimation of your skills at least. I'm sure they would not have let you remain an officer if you were poor at your job.

_{[ He stood with Ray, and after a moment's pause he aimed them for the
shuttles to take them back to their ships. ]}

I will pay you back for the tea and sandwich. How much did they cost you?

Nah, it's nothing. Bet being here for your dramatic entrance's gonna gain me a couple credits, I got it. [He's got his hands in his pockets, now, semi-casual, like he's not ready to catch Vanyel at any moment.]

I wouldn't call it dramatic...

_{[ But he's smiling a little, grateful for the humor as they walked. He
moved at a slow pace, but so far he had managed by himself without the risk
of fainting. ]}

Like to see what you would call dramatic, then.

You should see me ride through the Gate on my Companion. That is rather dramatic.

Oh, yeah, that oughta do it. [He grins, and then opens the door to one of the one-person pods.] You gonna be okay going home?

_{[ He nodded, giving Ray's shoulder a thankful squeeze as he squeezed
himself into the metal that always seemed a bit to thin. ]}

I shall be fine now. Better still when I find my bed. Thank you for your aid, Ray. It is much appreciated.

Anytime, buddy. [The little squeeze has left him smiling, satisfied that his friend is doing better and that he was able to help out.]

See you around.

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

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