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[mmmleather]

It is I, Zevran. And I am not here. So please, speak, and I will hear - eventually!

TEXT / VIDEO / VOICE

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Voice; un: lycaon , post The Horrors(tm)

[paraselenic]

[This has been quite the ordeal for Lycaon the past few days. He's been trying his best to get in touch with everyone that he had contact with during the happy fun carnival time, as well as his loved ones.

Rose, Takame, Molly, Hermes. The list goes on.

Zevran is one such person, and while the details are hazy, he remembers the amount of force he exerted on the man. Granted, a knife was brandished on him, but he did nothing to de-escalate. And he did end up causing harm.]

Sir Zevran. I...wanted to reach out to apologize for my actions as of late.

text whoops

[mmmleather]

[There are... so very many curses uttered listening to that message. So many. Not all of them in the common language. In his mind, he is the one who should be apologizing for his actions. He remembers that confrontation clearly.]

[Makers's benevolent ass, what a mess.]

You are not the one needing to provide his apologies. [Text is much much easier when you're nursing broken bones. Some of which are ribs, care of this man's mechanical legs.]

I am not your jilted lover. I had no reason to... confront you in such a way. Though I cannot say why it happened as it did.

[paraselenic]

[Lycaon notices the text--a strange choice, given that he so usually goes for voice. But no matter, he'll match whatever Zevran chooses.]

But I do. I am well aware of my skill to defend myself, and it should never have gotten to that level. My senses were...not what they should've been. It was not until I came back to Meropide that I realized it was you who brandished that knife at me.

I will gladly reimburse you for any medical fees that were the result of my actions.

[mmmleather]

Do not act as if you were solely at fault. As much as I do enjoy a knife, or many, I... was the one to instigate. I know this.

Medical fees? What medical fees? It is nothing.

[Bestie you are hiding in a shitty roadside motel with your face in an ice bucket let the wolf help.]

[paraselenic]

Even so, I did not have to exert as much force as I did.

You.

Have received medical attention, yes? You have gone to a hospital?

[Ruh roh Scoob.]

[mmmleather]

And I did not have to attempt to stab you. See? It is not your fault alone.

For what? Some bruises? No, not necessary.

[What is a hospital.]

[paraselenic]

...Very well.

[Translation: I respectfully disagree due to the sheer power imbalance of the situation but I refuse to argue with someone who is in need of medical attention.]

Is it truly just bruises?

[He's no expert on elf physiology (well he kind of is), but he does know the weight behind his kick. He's a man hitting over 300lbs with his legs included...no way that is 'just bruises'.]

[mmmleather]

There we are. An understanding.

[There is a definite pause.]

Would my dashing face lie to you?

[Yes.]

[paraselenic]

[. . .]

I am calling an ambulance.

[mmmleather]

A what.

[paraselenic]

[There is a moment's pause.]

A transport to a medical facility.

[mmmleather]

[Will wonders never cease-]

Why would you call something like that? Are you wounded?

[You little shit.]

[paraselenic]

I will tell you now, I can track your location by scent.

If you do not have anyone coming to check you, I will take you to medical care myself.

[mmmleather]

I


I am requesting you do no such thing. For matters most consider "personal".

[paraselenic]

Then confirm if you are getting medical attention. I will know if you're lying.

[mmmleather]

[There is the brief and quick decision about whether or not using a motel ice bucket and towels count as healing... You know what, yes, they do.]

I am attending to matters.

[paraselenic]

The 'attending' had better not be simply a cold compress.

[I'm so sorry Zevran. At the very least the dog is leashed to Meropide?]

[mmmleather]

Of course not. There are bandages. And tonics.

[Motel towels and a couple tiny bottles of liquor.]

[paraselenic]

And who is attending to you? Surely you are not holing up somewhere to nurse your wounds by yourself.

[That's exactly it Lycaon. You got it in one!]

[mmmleather]

[Wow how dare you call him out.]

If I am capable of tending to myself, why shouldn't I do so?

[paraselenic]

Sir Zevran, I am the one who inflicted those wounds on you.

I believe I know what I am capable of.

[mmmleather]

What???

You were the man who punched my face over tossing rings? You are a master of disguise, my friend.

[paraselenic]

Are you attempting to convince me that I left no damages when I kicked you a considerable distance?

I can assure you, it is not working.

[mmmleather]

I am curious - how far could you kick something, should you have to?

[Yes he is.]

[paraselenic]

[Ugh. He knows Zevran is deflecting. And yet.]

It would depend on what I was kicking. But my engineers are no slouches when it comes to improving my legs. It would be far, no matter what it is.