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letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:34 pm
latinumsbetter) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:34 pm
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Afterparty
[The earth once more closes up and all of that disappears, Quark remains on the ground for a long moment, holding Cerejeira. Finally, he raises his voice, still keeping her tucked against him. His tone is all business, brooking no argument.]
Bar'll open in ten minutes. Go get washed up, and then be there.
[He turns his head to look at Astarion, eyes narrowing.]
You. After those ten minutes, you're going to explain to everyone what you did. And then you're going to get out of my bar. Got it?
[and, not waiting for a reply, he's turning his attention to Cerejeira and Leb. He frowns, for a moment, because he knows he can't carry either of them, and normally he might have askedFe Lu Om Ranma or Vanity but, well.]
...someone who can carry people help me with Leb and Jeira.
[So......the bar downstairs is once again open. Quark is not behind the bar. Instead, he's pushed some tables together and put some bottles of wine on the table. He's replicated some bar snacks and they're there too. There's something replicated for Riful also, in a separate bowl, which he'll give to her personally.
Fritz sitting near the entrance to the back counter where he's working and Critwo is in a nest of blankets in a corner just behind the counter. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets.
Leb is still asleep on one of the couches with one of the spare togas tucked around her as a blanket. Cerejeira is seated next to her, also with a spare toga tucked around her.
Once everyone is down there, Quark pushes to his feet and clears his throat.
Once the situation has been made clear, then the rest of the evening can proceed as usual for their afterparties.
Those four drinks that Quark usually makes (Athena, Alex, Misane, Aglaea) are once again sitting at the far edge of the counter. There are no new additions.]
Bar'll open in ten minutes. Go get washed up, and then be there.
[He turns his head to look at Astarion, eyes narrowing.]
You. After those ten minutes, you're going to explain to everyone what you did. And then you're going to get out of my bar. Got it?
[and, not waiting for a reply, he's turning his attention to Cerejeira and Leb. He frowns, for a moment, because he knows he can't carry either of them, and normally he might have asked
...someone who can carry people help me with Leb and Jeira.
[So......the bar downstairs is once again open. Quark is not behind the bar. Instead, he's pushed some tables together and put some bottles of wine on the table. He's replicated some bar snacks and they're there too. There's something replicated for Riful also, in a separate bowl, which he'll give to her personally.
Fritz sitting near the entrance to the back counter where he's working and Critwo is in a nest of blankets in a corner just behind the counter. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets.
Leb is still asleep on one of the couches with one of the spare togas tucked around her as a blanket. Cerejeira is seated next to her, also with a spare toga tucked around her.
Once everyone is down there, Quark pushes to his feet and clears his throat.
Once the situation has been made clear, then the rest of the evening can proceed as usual for their afterparties.
Those four drinks that Quark usually makes (Athena, Alex, Misane, Aglaea) are once again sitting at the far edge of the counter. There are no new additions.]
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cw for sui mention
[Ranma frowns in agitation, he thought his explanation would suffice. Evidently not.]
Don't make me out to be some suicidal idiot ready to throw his life away the minute the opportunity shows itself. 'Course I want to live, who doesn't?
[He's got his whole life ahead of him, things he wants to do, people he needs to see again. It'd be beyond foolish to lay down his life for no real reason...]
But I don't want you guys t' die either. It's as simple as that.
cw: more talk about self sacrifice and suicide
You think we're too stupid for you to work with or something?
prefacing this entire thread with cw for self sacrifice/suicide talk
[He thought he was done tangoing with this song and dance. Making assumptions, putting words in his mouth, jumping to conclusions without hearing his side first... Ranma's in a better headspace now than he was with Vanity, and Quark ultimately harmless so he isn't going to be set off easily. All he does is grip his knee white-knuckled.]
I think you're stupid if you seriously believe that.
[Retort with sarcastic witticisms and jabs. That works wonders.]
Dying isn't the solution, you think I don't know that? All dying now would do is give that bastard what he wants.
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[he's trying to keep the anger out of his voice, to force that calm negotiator voice, but it's a thin thing]
You may not want us to die, but we don't want you to die, either.
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[His eyes break from Quark, casting over to the doorway, where everyone else usually eats. They wouldn't, they made that abundantly clear they care about him earlier...]
How many times are you people gonna make me repeat this? Dying or killing's a last resort. Always has been, always will be.
[Even before all this, if you discount Saffron since he's immortal, Ranma's never took a life. Lives aren't fickle things to be disregarded carelessly. For all his faults as a parent and instructor, teaching that wasn't one of his father's. Cavalier as he may be with his own life, he takes others' lives seriously. He endeavors to keep others from being collateral in his fights, and doesn't hesitate stepping in if someone's attacking those weaker or if they've clearly lost the battle.
Yet he knows, walking this path, there's always the possibility that he may have to end one permanently to save another. That he may have to lose his life to ensure another's safety.
Ranma's grave and steady as he speaks.]
Martial artists, those worth their salt, don't fight for the sake of just fighting. They fight to protect the weak and defenseless. Monsters, danger or other people, we're supposed to keep them safe. We don't go around taking bullets or offing anyone threatening people as the first choice. But, we also know there's a slim chance it could be our only choice.
I don't plan on dying here. Like hell I'm gonna give Typhon the satisfaction of watching me croak, and I've been thrown in one pit too many times for my liking.
[A joke, if that mirthless chuckle's anything to go by.]
I don't plan on letting anymore of you die, either. These motives have been getting worse. [And there's no doubt he's going to enforce another in the coming days.] If it's as bad as starving us, and if someone needs to bite it, I'd rather it be me than you guys any day.
[It's flippant and casual, but Quark, with his people skill and his ears, will hear it's more forced sounding. He was-- well, he wasn't at peace with the idea, but he was fine with the idea, until he opened his big mouth at the trial.]
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...and if I'd rather it be me than you?
[He doesn't sound accusing, just...curious, actually.]
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[His eyes narrow into an icy glare, with a ting of alarm beneath the vexation.]
Don't you dare start thinking it now.
[Hypocrite!]
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