Tsv Flivrtmvi (Ask Blog)

"Hey..." they start, forgetting that they're speaking to a foreigner "O-oh, right, um...Svool!"

With some degree of awkwardness still, they move towards the Foreiger, and crouch down next to him.

"I don't really know if I should be asking, but...Ziv blf lpzb? Blf hvvn prmwz wldm."

A short pause, and a flicker of the dim light hanging overhead.

"Blf pmld...Ru blf vevi uvvo olmvob, ivnvnyvi gl ollp zg blfi yizxvovg! Nv, gsv Xlow Lmv, zmw gsv lgsvi zmlmh ziv zoo blfi uirvmwh. Dv xziv...Vevm ru hlnv lu fh wlm'g jfrgv tvg dszg blf'iv hzbrmt hlnvgrnvh," they laugh lightly under their breath, though something in their voice is different than usual. More serious, maybe.

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"Zn R... Lpzb? Bvh, R'w hzb hl."

He clears his throat, listening to the other speak. He had been fiddling with the bracelet, clicking the crystals together. There was a pensive look on his face.

"Irtsg. Bvh, blf'iv xliivxg gsviv, zivm'g blf. R wl szev uirvmwh, R qfhg mvevi zkkivxrzgv gszg vmlfts." He brought his knees up to his chest, head falling into his hands, "R... Xzm R izmg gl blf?"

He didn't wait for an answer, beginning to speak much faster than he usually does. He wasn't quite sure why, maybe to avoid being understood, maybe out of stress alone, who could really guess.

"Hlnvgrnvh R uvvo orpv R'n tlrmt rmhzmv rm sviv. Nzbyv gsv svzg rh tvggrmt gl nv, yfg R'n hgzigrmt gl uvvo orpv gsv vmw ivzoob *rh* mvzi. R pmld zilfmw urev kvlkov zmw lmob gdl lu gsvn fmwvihgzmw nliv gszm z hvmgvmxv uiln nv zmw blf'iv lmv lu gsvn. R fhvw gl olev gzoprmt. R szgvw z lmv-hrwvw xlmevihzgrlm. Mld ollp zg nv..." He sighs. His mouth hurt, as it always did whenever he spoke too much, "Vevm ru gsrh wlvh, hlnvsld, zoo vmw, R wlm'g gsrmp R xlfow vevi orev gsv hznv. Ollp zg nv, R'n wvulinvw, R wlfyg gsvhv svzovw xliivxgob trermt gsv xlmgrgrlmh. Ftss...."

His groan was mostly for himself, another dramatic show of his own frustration. He turned toward the person crouched next to him, speaking in a slower, most understandable speed. He looked apologetic.

"R wl tvg blf. Dv ziv wruuvivmg, blf zmw R, yfg R pmld dszg blf nvzm. "

They sigh, their stare drilling into the wall on the opposite side of the room.

"Szev blf vevi svziw lu nvgznliksrx ilxph? Gsvb'iv dszg szkkvmh dsvm z krvxv lu hglmv tlvh gsilfts kivhhfiv zmw rnnvmhv svzg, prmwz orpv fh. Dszg xlnvh lfg rh mlg yvggvi, mlg dlihv, yfg z gsrmt gszg szh qfhg zh nfxs lu z irtsg gl vcrhg zh rgh kzhg hvou. Hlnv lu gsvn ziv ivzoob xllo, ru R hzb hl nbhvou."

Having ended the sentence, the scientist tilted their head and smiled a little towards their friend.

"Zmw hl, R wlm'g gsrmp dv hslfow ulxfh lm hgzbrmt gsv hznv. Rg...Rm nlhg xzhvh, rg'h kilyzyob yvblmw hzoeztrmt. Dszg nzggvih rh gszg dv hfierev. Gszg'h vmlfts. Rg'h tlggz yv vmlfts. Yvxzfhv ru gszg'h mlg vmlfts?"

Despite the determination, their resolve, something in their chest still aches at the thought. Accepting the truth is one thing, but living it is another.

Maybe their words would help the Foreigner more than they helped them.

"Zh uli blfi dlfmwh, ztzrm...Um, hliib, R wlm'g dzmmz hlfmw nvzm, yfg...R wlm'g ivzoob xziv. Zylfg sld rg ollph rm gsv vmw, R nvzm. R dlm'g ollp zg blf zmb wruuvivmg. Ru zmblmv girvh gl hzb zmbgsrmt ifwv, R'oo gsild nb wznm olevob kivxrlfh ilxph zg gsvn...Yvhrwvh, szevm'g blf mlgrxvw..? Rg'h zoivzwb hgzigrmt gl svzo."

Suddenly, they remember something they've been carrying on their person for quite some time. Goddammit, they should've asked earlier.

"Blf szev hfxs z dzb drgs dliwh, R xzm'g yvorvev R'n yvrmt nlgrezgvw yb hlnvlmv gzoprmt zylfg ilxph lu zoo gsrmth."

He sits up straighter, fixing his posture into something salvageable.

"Blf wl nzpv z tllw klrmg, gslfts, R'oo trev blf gszg. Nzbyv R szev ulxfhvw gll nfxs lm sld R'ev xszmtvw. Zugvi zoo, R'n gsv lmob lmv sviv dsl dlfow pmld R'ev xszmtvw zg zoo."

He pauses in response to the question, obviously thinking it through. *Had* he disinfected it? He'd done some basic first aid when he first tore out the stitches, but it could hardly be held to medical standard.

- @listentothecrows

(ooc: I KEEP TELLING MYSELF TO STOP HOGGING YOUR ASK BOX BUT I CANT GRAHHHH😭😭 All the ask blogs I used to follow haven’t posted in weeks and this has unlocked something /pos)

"Hsrg..."

He moves around a few boxes inside the storage room, sneezing or coughing every few seconds due to the dust in there. He makes an "aha!" when he finds what he is looking for: his father's old countries' book!

He opens it to check if this was the right one, and luckily it is, it has a page for each country full of words and small phrases on the country's language and on the Russian version.

"I found it! Here, um..."

He looks down at the book in his hands, trying to decipher the cover. He opens a page, then another, then another. He picks up on the intention fairly fast.

He asks, looking at the book and at Wireface and at the book again. Okay, this was going to be difficult, the hermit was never good at learning new languages, but he could try.

"Alright... Um, d-dszg rh blfi mznv...?"

He smiles softly. Why didn't he think about using this old book before?

"Hm... Dszg blf... Hzb... Yvuliv?"

He tints his head at the follow-up question, clearly not fully understanding what he meant.

"Yvuliv? Ls, blf nvzm dszg R dzh gvoormt blf, vs. Not... In-portant"

He pushes the it towards Levani.

Levani took the book, holding it close to him. After a beat of silence, he looks back down at the page, reading through the few translations provided.

"Mlmv lu gsvhv ziv fhvufo uli xlmevihzgrlm, rg hvvnh... Your house... Nice?"

He moves around a few boxes inside the storage room, sneezing or coughing every few seconds due to the dust in there. He makes an "aha!" when he finds what he is looking for: his father's old countries' book!

He opens it to check if this was the right one, and luckily it is, it has a page for each country full of words and small phrases on the country's language and on the Russian version.

"I found it! Here, um..."

He looks down at the book in his hands, trying to decipher the cover. He opens a page, then another, then another. He picks up on the intention fairly fast.

He asks, looking at the book and at Wireface and at the book again. Okay, this was going to be difficult, the hermit was never good at learning new languages, but he could try.

"Alright... Um, d-dszg rh blfi mznv...?"

He smiles softly. Why didn't he think about using this old book before?

"Hm... Dszg blf... Hzb... Yvuliv?"

He tints his head at the follow-up question, clearly not fully understanding what he meant.

"Yvuliv? Ls, blf nvzm dszg R dzh gvoormt blf, vs. Not... In-portant"

Don’t tell the old man I took these from him. He’s really stingy with his food, so I figured I may as well take my own.

[She sits down and tears open a few bags, wolfing them down in seconds. She seems to be very hungry.]

- @listentothecrows

""Blf??? Blf dszg??? Hold wldm, blf pmld R sziwob fmwvihgzmw blf."

He watches her devouring the food she has, confused expression on his face. He stares down at the bag he was passed, looking at the label for a solid minute.

"... R xzm'g vevm vzg gsvhv. Gsv uozelfirmt droo, fs, rmuoznv nb dlfmwh. Blf'w yv yvggvi luu drgs gsvn, blf hvvn gl mvvw rg."

You don’t want it? I’m sorry.

What, are you allergic or something?

[Her voice is muffled from the amount of food she has crammed in her mouth. She glances at the wounds on his lips before doing an audible face palm.]

"Wlm'g ollp hl dliirvw, R dlm'g hgziev. gsv dzgvi sv trevh nv szh vmlfts hsrg rm gl xlfmg uli ergznrmh. Sld wl R gvoo blf gszg, fs..."

He pauses for a moment, before landing on giving her a simple thumbs-up. He hoped it could get his message across.

Woah, good job!

[She flaps her hands a little bit before patting him on the shoulder and giving him a thumbs up.]

"Gszg hlfmwvw orpv z xlnkornvmg, hl gszmp blf. R'ev yvvm gibrmt gl ovzim hlnv dliwh, sviv zmw gsviv. R gsrmp R'n rnkilermt? R xzm slkv."

He looks back at the woman, nudging the discarded bag of chips closer to her.

He moves around a few boxes inside the storage room, sneezing or coughing every few seconds due to the dust in there. He makes an "aha!" when he finds what he is looking for: his father's old countries' book!

He opens it to check if this was the right one, and luckily it is, it has a page for each country full of words and small phrases on the country's language and on the Russian version.

"I found it! Here, um..."

He looks down at the book in his hands, trying to decipher the cover. He opens a page, then another, then another. He picks up on the intention fairly fast.

He asks, looking at the book and at Wireface and at the book again. Okay, this was going to be difficult, the hermit was never good at learning new languages, but he could try.

"Alright... Um, d-dszg rh blfi mznv...?"

He moves around a few boxes inside the storage room, sneezing or coughing every few seconds due to the dust in there. He makes an "aha!" when he finds what he is looking for: his father's old countries' book!

He opens it to check if this was the right one, and luckily it is, it has a page for each country full of words and small phrases on the country's language and on the Russian version.

"I found it! Here, um..."

He looks down at the book in his hands, trying to decipher the cover. He opens a page, then another, then another. He picks up on the intention fairly fast.

Don’t tell the old man I took these from him. He’s really stingy with his food, so I figured I may as well take my own.

[She sits down and tears open a few bags, wolfing them down in seconds. She seems to be very hungry.]

- @listentothecrows

""Blf??? Blf dszg??? Hold wldm, blf pmld R sziwob fmwvihgzmw blf."

He watches her devouring the food she has, confused expression on his face. He stares down at the bag he was passed, looking at the label for a solid minute.

"... R xzm'g vevm vzg gsvhv. Gsv uozelfirmt droo, fs, rmuoznv nb dlfmwh. Blf'w yv yvggvi luu drgs gsvn, blf hvvn gl mvvw rg."

You don’t want it? I’m sorry.

What, are you allergic or something?

[Her voice is muffled from the amount of food she has crammed in her mouth. She glances at the wounds on his lips before doing an audible face palm.]

"Wlm'g ollp hl dliirvw, R dlm'g hgziev. gsv dzgvi sv trevh nv szh vmlfts hsrg rm gl xlfmg uli ergznrmh. Sld wl R gvoo blf gszg, fs..."

He pauses for a moment, before landing on giving her a simple thumbs-up. He hoped it could get his message across.