un: man's greatest treasure (text)

[reparo]

[ooc: backdated to Sand In Your Eyes (end of)]

Hello, Hermione here, currently writing this from the exit of Ra'esh's temple.

We've found water for the sandworms in a pool, in a cave. We also found a woman in that cave. Her name was Marath, she was alive, and she was tied to the altar and chained. We've set her free - and if anyone has a word of criticism about that decision, by all means, convince me why any living soul should be chained to an altar and left to rot and to thirst and to die. I'll wait.

Anyway, Marath's people are the ones who occupied Uruksithar. She claimed she was left behind because she warned them not to go into the desert. Once freed, Marath ran (rather athletic for someone of her condition if you ask me) and left myself and Vi locked in the temple.

Don't worry, we're out now. Keep an eye out for Marath, if you can. And don't drink the water from the cave if you make it there, it felt...oozy.

[ooc; If you'd like some context, here you go.]

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[reparo]

[ There's an indignant huff before she snaps. ] No I thought I'd take the scenic route back, for fun.

[somebadnews]

[ Why are you mad?? He's being nice. ]

I'd think you've had all the fun you could take for one day. [ She could just teleport back, same as him, but after a moment of contemplation... ] I'm in the temple. I'll go back with you.

[reparo]

You're not the boss of how much fun I can have. [ She's not mad, she's just sarcastic. Take it if you can dish it out. ]

And I'm definitely capable of making my way back to the caravan without trouble, Five.

[somebadnews]

[ If only. Times when he feels his age. ]

Based on a long history of what, exactly?

[reparo]

Not getting drunk. [ So, HA. ]

[somebadnews]

[ …Little rude. He’s barely had anything to drink since he made the terrible decision to explore the temple. ]

You’ll have to come up with your own excuse.

[reparo]

Well, I do have a longer history of not getting drunk than you, Five.

[somebadnews]

Is there a relevant point you’re making?

[reparo]

The point is, I can make my way back with Vi just fine.

[somebadnews]

[ The longest pause. He doesn't know Vi. ]

Suit yourself.

[reparo]

[Another pause. Then a sigh.]

Look, I'm sure it's well-deserved but I'd like a break from being lectured by yet another person.

[somebadnews]

[ Ignoring that she just tried to do that to him instead. ]

...I'm not surprised. If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else. There's no winning here.

[reparo]

[Remember when she had all the judgement about the Child? Well, the turn tables.

There is a pause, and she lets out a sigh, then in a wryly amused tone says to Five what she won't explicitly say to anyone else:]

Next time, I'll just keep it to myself.

[somebadnews]

[ She's only a few months behind him and his realization that they're all waiting to turn against you. What she did was still a bad call, but he can agree with that sentiment. ]

Or just be more selective. [ aka still tell him and know that he won't blab it everywhere. A point he would elaborate on if he weren't sure it'd be used against him. ]

Was that all that was in there?