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crit role starter call | @wcnderiing
"Ah, Miss Corinne." The man stood tall; back straight as if his posture was ironed out throughout the years through muscle memory. Despite what has happened. A nobleman was still a nobleman. He commits to a simple introduction, following with a simple flourish of a bow. Then he straightens up again. "I believe Vex'halia had mentioned you. How are you faring?"
@wcnderiing asked from Corinne...
"You know that. You know that better than anyone."
"You're right. I'm sorry." Caleb was simply frustrated, being tossed into... at first he thought Eislecross with it's snowy landscape. But he'd never heard of this place before. Skyrim. And they were on some bloody mountain keeping as warm as they could with hardly anything to their names. Corinne knew he wasn't from here, but she was just as lost as he was. He shouldn't have snapped at her.
He didn't understand what he was looking at, what the scroll said with the small pouch they had found. A letter of prayer to Arkay, a few flowers as offering. There was no god named Arkay. He took a deep breath and placed the amulet around Corinne's neck. He couldn't identify it, he couldn't even tell if it was magical, but the letter said it was. Whatever 'god' this was in this new land, he hoped it was a fair one.
"At any case, it will give you some protection at least." He pulled his jacket around him tighter, popped the collar around the arcane collar blocking his magic. It seemed to Caleb that neither of them were exactly build for treacherous weather. They should get down the mountain as far as they could before nightfall. Luckily there did seem to be a path. Caleb picked up the short sword at the small shrine, placing the stale loaf of bread and pouch of flowers in his bag. It might be all they had to eat for a while, other than the rations Caleb had left.
"We should start heading down. There is a path. How should I assist you?" Caleb didn't want to over reach, but he could tell Corinne's vision was impaired. He also didn't want her falling to her death from pride, either.
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@wcnderiing / meme.
📂: ruby doesn't have a middle name but as a kid, she'd joke her middle name was rubyrubyruby but she stopped when other kids started taking her seriously. 📂: she's allergic to bee stings and aloe vera.
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useless headcanon meme / accepting
She remembers more of the Doctor's memories than she's let on.
@wcnderiing / gets ruby thrown at howie (because why not?)
❛ oh! the clothes... ❜ ruby looks down, dusting herself off for a moment before looking back up. she hadn't had the chance to change her clothes yet before they arrived here. ❛ we just got back from the 60s. saved the world. met cilla. and the beatles. no big deal. ❜ but there's a slight hint of bragging.
i'm still not sure what you've accomplished. / Howie -> eleven
PROMPTS FROM THE STAR WARS - THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK SCRIPT. ( accepting! )
❝ Now, ❞ The doctor's attention was now directed to Howie. Considering their options, the doctor spoke: ❝ Is that a Howie-kind-of question? ❞ They step forward, pocketing their sonic screwdriver in their jacket pocket. ❝ Or a unit-based one? If you lie, I'd know. ❞ Tapping their temple softly, the doctor softly smiled at the other. ❝ So ask me wisely. Though I'll probably tell you anyway. ❞ The smile eventually transformed into a grin; a proud one, as if their mischief in the making was something to be proud of.
@wcnderiing / starter call.
❛ so, what are you working on? ❜ she speaks the moment she enters the lab, hoping that howie won't get a fright from a sudden appearance. she's just dropped up off her latest research to osgood and needs a break from her own workload for a bit. can't allow herself to get burnt out. ❛ anything interesting? ❜ she now stands beside him, a smile on her face.
@wcnderiing asked ❝ it must be an awful burden to bear such gifts. ❞ / Howie
"Honestly? I try not to think about it." There's an unusual sense of sheepishness about her, normally warm brown eyes a little duller, glancing down towards the floor. She shrugs it off and glances at her friend. "All the things I can do are fine. A little weird, and sometimes a little exhausting." She manages a weak smile that falls as quickly as a wave. "But I died, you know? I died. I can't ever see my family again, no matter how much I want to."
