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[dalamusrex]

(Muurine) How's it shakin?

8. Making faces at them.

Dalamus grumbled, peering around as he made his way to Radiant Raiment. The Altmer there might have been a bit conceited and stuffy—then again they were Altmer, so perhaps they were just born that way—but he had to admit that they made much better quality fabrics and garments than the Nords. It was the only reason he made his way to Solitude.

Unfortunately, he had arrived a little early, and so he had been forced to spend some time at the tavern. Better to be in a building where he could put his back to a wall, rather than standing out in the open like some fool. His posture was stiff, his expression unpleasant, and everyone seemed to know to steer clear.

Out of the corner of his eyes, however, he noticed an Altmer womer who, whenever he shifted his rigid stance, she would copy, comically displaying his grump right back at him. After a few times of trying to ignore her, Dalamus sighed heavily and left to wait outside Radiant Raiment instead.

[dalamusrex]

Laugh long and loudly, and probably get the slapper a drink depending on how audible the alteraction was.

The slap by the Nord did not go unpunished, as Dalamus returned the gesture with a punch to the man's jaw. Unfortunately, he apparently had "no excuse" to do such a thing, and was separated from the man before the fight could escalate further.

He then scathingly glared as another stranger walked up to the Nord and offered him a drink as if to reward him for his actions. Tch. Typical.

[dalamusrex]

1,5

1: What does their bedroom look like?

Clean and orderly. Clothes are folded neatly and the bed is always made each morning. Sometimes twice by Dalamus. Everything has its proper place and should be in that place at all times if it is not being put to use.

When things are too messy or cluttered, it can be a distraction. Nothing near anxiety-inducing, but still a distraction.

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Answered c:

[coldwindscutclean]

♫!

Heartlines - Florence and the Machine [x]

On the sea, on the sea and land over land.Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand.Still I follow heartlines on your hand.And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown.Your heart is the only place that I call home,I cannot be returned.You can…You can…I know you can…Just keep followingThe heartlines on your hand

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Though Meryon recognizes the tone of the words, and perks up accordingly, he ultimately grimaces and holds up a hand in a negative gesture.

He apologizes, again in his language, without any idea of the strange, tall man would understand it. It would be rude not to respond. Although- he is a very tall mer. Taller than any race aside from the barbaric nagas and the Altmer had any right to be. And clearly, he was no naga. 

In an effort to not be lazy about communication and merely hope the other mer worked out how to speak with him, Meryon digs into his memory. It’s been so long since he spoke the language with any fluency, or at all.. Still, he clumsily offers a greeting in very simple Altmeris. Perhaps that would work?

[ghostalone-blog]

Hello how are you.

Altmeris. He hadn't spoken that in decades. Maybe even a couple centuries. Probably longer. He used to be fluent in it, he had to have been, that's what he grew up speaking...He searched his memory for the proper words, fully aware that he would probably sound like a child trying to speak them again.

Once he'd parsed out a simple sentence he nodded in affirmation. He pronounced every syllable as carefully as he could remember, but the result was still a somewhat broken "I am well, you are?"

[thelhajrawlith-blog]

8: Oh no - Bitten by a werewolf!

Meryon wakes up to the remains of a corpse.

His hands are covered in blood, and the cloth of his cloak is soaked in it. He runs his tongue over his teeth- copper. When he touches the corner of his mouth, his fingers come away sticky.

Meryon stares at the remains next to him blankly for a while, not comprehending what has happened. Dazed in the early morning mist.

It can't have happened.

He'd been so careful. Taken a Cure Disease mixture, even visited a local temple. He'd taken all the steps.

It can't have happened.

He can never return home like this.

Was there a cure?

"Va garlas agea, gravia ye goria," He recites the prayer numbly. "Lattia mallari av malatu. Av molag, anyammis; av latta, magicka. Av mafre, naga; av lor, sepredia. Barra agea ry sou karan."

Please, Magnus. Let there be a cure.

"Suna ye sunnabe.’"

[thelhajrawlith-blog]

Do'Kashta and Riahni (thjizzrini)

Name: Dar'Jhisari

Gender: Female

General Appearance: What the heck. Tojay-raht. Takes after Kashta's dark coloration and Riahni's light build and low voice. Fond of wearing a simple leather chest covering, and whatever will drape around her lower half.

Personality: Misleadingly joyous and laid back, she is the friend of many, but doesn't claim many as friends. Like much in her life, no one gave her the title of Dar'- she took it for herself. 

Special Talents: The ability to balance on anything on her ship, no matter how unsettled the waters. Also, somewhat gifted in Alteration.

Who they like better: I wouldn't say 'better', she likes them both equally. She just knows she can get a better response from one of them on certain subjects than the other, and vice versa.

Who they take after more: Again not really favoring one over the other- she mixes the skillsets they've given her into her own path.

Personal Head canon: I personally think she would become a pirate. A sailor like pops, sneaky like mum. Hm.. she likes to do and wear things that accentuate her bright eyes, fire-colored from both parents.

[thelhajrawlith-blog]

With all the remarkable subtlety of a coffee table in the way of a toe, Auvana peered around the corner at the large, grumpy Do'Kashta with rapt interest. Who was this? Had he been here before? Why was he so large? He was a Khajiit, right? Might as well pipe up and find out. "Erm, excuse me." Sir? Miss? Probably sir... "Are you looking for something?"

Do’Kashta snorted, taken by surprise. 

"What?" He rumbled, swiveling his head to look at Auvana, ears flicking forwards momentarily. "…No. He is.... Just walking."