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

[peacockherald]

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

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

Well… that went better than I had hoped…

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[peacockherald]

_{[ 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.

[poetontheinside]

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.]

[peacockherald]

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?

[poetontheinside]

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.]

[peacockherald]

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?

[poetontheinside]

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.]

[peacockherald]

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. ]}

[poetontheinside]

Like to see what you would call dramatic, then.

[peacockherald]

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

[poetontheinside]

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?

[peacockherald]

_{[ 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.

[poetontheinside]

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.