darkeststars: (i don't have a weak stomach)
Archeval, Darth Imperius ([personal profile] darkeststars) wrote in [personal profile] groundrules 2021-05-31 05:01 am (UTC)

With another dry glance, Archeval obligingly scoots his paper pile a bit more together to one side so there's more room for Wuxian to find a perch. Though they haven't interacted too much yet outside getting work done for the group, Wuxian certainly seems like the free-spirited type so far. He's no Sith, of course, but it's still an odd personality to find in someone whose power Arche recognizes as akin to his own; most Dark Side practitioners in his experience are dour and nasty types, rarely trustworthy and certainly not given to...whimsy. There's only one fellow Sith Arche can think of that he might have called a playful type -- certainly not himself...but there's plenty enough ghosts already out here on the Sa-Hareth outskirts without dredging up that one again so soon.

Before he can get lost in his train of thought too much, he reaches over for the booze with a dry look, not hesitating to open it up and give the contents a sniff.

"My thanks. I rather feel this is the sort of situation that always calls for spiking the drinks," he declares in a drawl, raising the open flask in a brief toast to Wuxian before he pours himself a good portion right into his half-full cup. He nudges the flask back in Wuxian's direction once he's closed it again, before reaching for the little note in turn.

"...hm. Well, you'll have to give me a moment. How did you end up with this, exactly? I'd think Tamaiu would be well aware most of us don't speak the local tongue, so for her to send along something that could only be conveyed in writing--..."

He purses his lips with a tense, thoughtful look at that, already caught up in poring over the few words scribbled across the paper.

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