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[gotyourwallet]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

 It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

Comments

[Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Whoa what's this moonspeak she's speaking?]

I think it's pretty obvious what I am. I'm a bearded lizard.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She's trying to be serious, Hawke. B|]

I should have expected an answer like that from you.

[Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[What's your point?]

Damn I'm becoming predictable.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Quickly then, you'd best answer the rest of my questions with something surprising.

[She sounds a little brighter, but it's nothing like the usual upbeat Vie.]

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Turian. Palaven. And not at all.

[Short and to the point. Go Garrus go.]

[Audio + translated text]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Curious. And yet expected.

[...]

I've never heard of a Turian. Tell me about your kind, if you will?

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[Since he's not really sure how to go about describing his entire race... Garrus turns on the video feed. On his undamaged side.]

Well, if you're lucky, you get one who looks a little like this.

[He says it in a way that manages to be proud, and self-depreciating at the same time.]

Does that help?

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Give her a moment to stare at the screen.]

There's a clan in my homeland of a similar face.

[Vie pauses.]

And yet so different. What of your world?

[Text]

[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

:33 < *nepeta is a troll*

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

A troll?

[Wait, wasn't Kevas a Troll?]

We've no trolls where I come from.

[video]

[purrtndyfuntms.livejournal.com]

[Nepeta activates the video feature and waves at her journal, grey skin, orange horns and all.]

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She knew you were different Nepeta, but never has Vie seen anything like you.]

Not what I expected at all.

[WHOAAA.]

Audio

[miseducating.livejournal.com]

[Everything is back. All of the proper names are matched with the proper people and all the missing pieces are filled in. That doesn't mean this is easy. He remembers Bryn's reaction after all. So he thought it would be better to reply in audio.]

Hello, Vie.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Her blood runs cold.]

Nick..?

[She saw him die. How is this even possible.]

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[miseducating.livejournal.com]

Yes.

I am sorry.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

For what? You were--

[Hello there emotional brain-break.]

How are you here? It was a fight to the death, was it not?

[Not that she wanted him dead, in fact she's pretty damn happy he's not, but right now things don't really make sense.]

[Text]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

a troll, liike nt.

what are YOU?

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I am a Valei.

...How lucky you are to have another like you here.

[text]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii gue22, 2he'2 not 2o bad.

but ii don't thiink iit'd matter iif ii wa2 all that'2 left, our 2peciie2 was doomed anyway.

[Text]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She was curious too.]

Goodday. I happen to be half-angelic. My father was the angel, my mother a human. I lived in Erelhei-Cinlu for the last four years and it is very different from here. There are elements that are the same between the two places, and people. Beyond that though, there is much that is new to me, my lady.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Half-blood... But we've no Angels were I'm from.

[She means no offence as should be evident in her tone.]

It's not a location I know. However I think I understand what you mean by similar elements. When first I woke in this Keep, I'd thought I was still home.

[Text]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[No offense taken. It was only the truth. Yet there was a hang-up in that sentence...]

No, angels?

[That, takes a moment to parse. How different a world Vie must come from- freed from the tyranny that the angels represented. For all of her open mindedness, this boggled her. It also probably explained why people were so friendly toward her- if they have lived in worlds without the heavenly choir. ]

That first night, it was a bit frightening waking up in a bed I did not recall falling asleep in. But, the keep has, for the most part, been somewhat of an extended dreamland for me. There are times where I am not quite sure I am awake.

[thequeensown]

[Talia did not go to witness the trial, although the fallout has been more than noted in the journal entries following.]

It is sad that this be proven to be the case over and over again ..

My name is Talia, Queens Own and Herald of Valdemar. I am human, although I am a trained empath and mind-healer; which is not terribly common amongst the populace where I hale. This place .. is quite similar in its medieval mannerisms. Valdemar was a place of magic and fantastical beasts .. Mages, Bards and Healers.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie caught most of it. The moment Nick was pinned with Anna's jaws in his neck she was out of there though.]

I am Vie, a Valei from Tal Cuaron. Like you I find there are certain... similarities between this place and my own.

Some of which I am not pleased about.

[thequeensown]

[Talia makes a soft sound in the back of her throat. No, the things she's seen so far are less than pleasant. She has no inclination to see this place become like either the Elegante or the Shore that followed.]

It is good to know you, Vie .. we are of like minds, I think. I have no want to see things worse than we have already been shown .. Although I admit that I fear such..