Fight For Every Life

Alter as necessary!

“You’re telling me this is the only room they had left?”

“I can’t let you sleep on the floor. Here, get in bed with me.”

“You’re shivering…”

“Just to warn you, I kick a lot in my sleep.”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep here?”

“Let’s just lay facing away from each other and pretend this isn’t happening.”

“Are you… trying to cuddle with me?”

“Get your cold feet off of me!”

“Sorry, I guess we kind of ended up tangled together in our sleep.”

“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to.”

“This bed is way too small for both of us…”

“Whoa, this bed is huge!”

“Guess it’s kind of like a sleepover, huh?”

“Okay, hear me out… I say we build a pillow fort.”

“I can’t sleep. Let’s talk for a bit.”

“I never thought I’d end up in the same bed as you.”

“You’re so warm.”

“Can you move over just a bit?”

“Are you TRYING to push me off the bed?”

“You seem kind of nervous.”

“Don’t tell people we’ve slept together. Or at least don’t word it like that…”

“Is this comfortable? Do you have enough room?”

“To be honest, I’m kind of glad there was only one free bed…”

“Come back to bed.”

“Stop stealing the blanket!”

“You know you snore, right?”

“Hey, wake up. You keep talking your sleep.”

“Time to get up, sleepyhead.”

“What did you dream about?”

“Just five more minutes… Maybe six…”

“It’s kinda nice laying together like this.”

“I’m not getting up. It’s too cold.”

“This seems a little inappropriate, don’t you think?”

“Just go to sleep already…”

“Is this a bad time to mention that I prefer to sleep naked?”

if you asked her, the surface was wanting for lack of what she considered real ingredients for real poisons, but the wyvern toxin that nettie had given her would have to suffice. bree still had a few vials of her specialty - ‘the calling’ - but she was reluctant to use them unless she desperately needed to. finding those ingredients on the surface would be next to impossible unless she planned to sell an internal organ to get her hands on enough gold for it.

inside her tent, bree sat cross-legged at a low table, carefully adding drops of a semi-clear liquid into vial of a slightly viscous combination of the wyvern toxin and powders she had acquired in the underdark. she screwed up her face, thinking about what she had concocted with a slight pout. well, only one way to test it. very carefully, she dipped her pinky finger nail into the toxin mixture and dabbed it to her tongue.

it tingled and sent a bit of a chill down her shoulder. probably enough to kill an enemy in under a minute, if she added a few more drops of the semi-clear liquid. seemingly satisfied, bree dropped in a few more portions and mixed the poison together again.

Vax'ildan did as he was told, standing just inside the tent while he watched her, curiously. He had little experience with drow themselves, but he knew they liked their poisons. As Bree was, presumably, proving in this moment.

"Did you just... taste test your own poison?" That was one way to do it, he supposed. As long as you were sure it wouldn't kill you. "Surely we can find a goblin to test them on or something?"

But he's not looking for pity for a rough time. Alistair shifts his weight slightly as a distraction, testing to see if his leg will take his weight yet. A quick shot of pain goes up his side, and so he settles back down for the time being.

He's also grateful that there's fondness in her voice now, a more teasing tone that means she's less angry with him and probably more exasperated than anything else. He feels terrible about it because that means the anger was little more than a cover for her fear, and he hates that he's the one that caused it.

Elysia agrees with Duncan's assessment that he has more courage than sense. Again, it's a little bit endearing. And she can't quite help but see the good in it, despite their current situation.

And she can only imagine what the Chantry said about it. Probably better not to ask.

"You're a protector at heart, I think," she says with a soft smile. "Occasionally, we'd get a Templar or two like that. They want to help. To keep everyone safe. Mages included, not just people from us." They had never lasted long. You could only be so sympathetic with your charges before the other Templars turned on you. And then you either hardened, or washed out.

And washing out was hardly a choice, when you were now addicted to lyrium.

"Not that I don't appreciate you trying to think more first," she adds. There's a pause as she studies his leg, weighing her next words carefully. "In the circle, you learn quickly to think before you speak. About what you can speak out about. It's... I sometimes forget I don't need to do that, anymore."

"sorry, that didn't come out clearly." clover cleared his throat, trying for a warm smile. "i'm asking you on a date, qrow."

Qrow's brain scratched to a halt, the tease he'd been about to hit Clover with for flubbing his words dying on Qrow's lips.

Clover was... asking him out? On a date? His heart hammered in his chest, so loud he was sure Clover could hear it. He wanted to, of course he wanted to, but instead of a yes what came out was,

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ─── I   AM   OBSCENE   TO   YOU,   BUT   TO   MYSELF   I   SIMPLY   AM ❞

I am not your mother, so don’t come tattling to me every time one of you does something that the other one doesn’t like. 

I’m telling you, he’s crazy. He keeps threatening me, and talking in a scary voice.

Is this gonna be one of those things where I have to turn my head and cough?

Aren’t you here to join our squad?

I think you need to come up with a new plan. Preferably one that involves me keeping the same quantity of blood that I have right now.

I don’t have a gun, I am a pacifist.

There is no way this bluff is gonna work.

You’re surrendering! You don’t get anything except humiliation and ridicule!

I would just like to let everyone know, that I suck.

Water? We ran outta water six months ago.

I only drink the blood of my enemies. And occasionally a strawberry Yoohoo.

Oh man, that is a burn. Dude, you just got burned. Burned, dude, burned.

Sorry man, but it’s pretty obvious that you’re really unpopular, and if I’m gonna make any progress around here at all I can’t really be directly associated with you. I’m sure you understand.

All I hear is that voice, you know, telling us to kill all our friends before they have a chance to kill us.

Help, the jeep is kidnapping me!

How ‘bout we just don’t take any more prisoners, since we seem to suck at it.

Oops. It broke itself.

What a way to go. Killed by my own mechanical creations. I’m sure there’s a philosophical lesson to be learned from all this.

I know that you said a lot of things that you didn’t mean. People say crazy stuff when they’re faced with their own mortality.

What? You can’t fight a machine gun!

What in the hell is going on at this base?

What? You’re not just gonna leave me out here in the middle of nowhere… by myself?

What’s going on? Are they there? Did they leave? Hey, somebody tell me what’s happening!

Listen, ___, you’re not fooling anybody with that innocent victim routine.

Your soul is a cavern of lies!

You have such excellent motor skills.

Buenos dias, cockbites. Guess who’s back.

There’s a very fine line between not listening, and not caring. I like to think that I walk that line every day of my life.

Are we going on a trip? I love trips! Can we play I Spy? And the License Plate Game?

I ain’t got all day. I gotta gut this fish.

Oh I see. You have no idea what I should do or how I should do it, but whatever I do I should do it fast.

Hey, the box is there for a reason. I like thinking inside of it. I feel safe in there.

Do you have any food? I love to eat all the food.

So after I clipped my toenails, I was gonna apply the ointment as recommended, but I don’t know - it just smelled really funny. So, I decided to taste it, just to make sure it was safe.

Well old buddy, it looks like this is the end for us. Since we’re gonna die anyway, there’s only one thing left for us to do.

I don’t seem to have any memory of you. My name is ___. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

It’ll be a cold day in hell before I take orders from you.

I got half a mind to kill you, and the other half agrees.

I don’t know, it looks like some kinda alien artifact. Do the aliens have, like, a home base or something here?

Don’t try to move too much, you’ve been through quite the ordeal.

I do not like to dream. I try not to think while I’m sleeping.

I think you’re kind of obsessed with being my best friend.

Don’t tell me they cancelled the holiday party again. Those cheap bastards.

Come back to me! I made you a muffin!

How about this time we try something that doesn’t involve me being shot at or run over.

Look we can’t just sabotage their equipment, that’s rude.

Hello? Who’s there? Please help me! I’m scared of myself!

You wanna braid each other’s hair?

Shut up you idiot, we’re not here to fight. We’re here to negotiate.

Are we gonna have a sleepover? Because that would be sweet.

Did you just shoot yourself in the foot?

I think this is what they call the calm before the storm.

Oops! Sorry about that big explosion!

I think it would be ironic, if everyone was made of iron.

... Or his explanation would work, too.

She couldn't quite hide her look of surprise, her head canting slightly to the side, ears shifting. It was difficult to hold a conversation, knowing what was just outside the door, but she'd have to keep functioning.

"...Depends on the templar." That may have been considered extracurricular study. Cullen had joined because he wanted to protect people, the mages included. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach, and he glanced away for a moment, staring down at the table. He knew that in Kirkwall he had been... well, it didn't matter now, did it?

"I've always believed it's best to understand something, before you try to fight it. Nullifying magic can of course be done without studying the magic itself, but... it's easier, to know how to nullify it if you know what it is."