002 🔥 TEXT - WANTED: WRITER

[headhunt]

Type: Text
Sender ID: headhunt (Karlach)
To: Public
Subject: WANTED: WRITER
Warnings: N/A

need a writer. the kind who can do the big swirly letters with a quill on the parchment.

will pay good coin for services rendered.

contact karlach.


( is she aware she can use the network for more than job postings? it's unclear. )

Comments

[thearchangel]

I got used to it. Wasn't much of a choice. The Citadel was where the work was.

Where I grew up, though... it was more tropical. More like here. But I've always been more comfortable in cities, personally.

[headhunt]

typical city boy

( she laughs at that. there's nothing surprising about this knowledge. )

tell me about where you grew up

[thearchangel]

Guilty.

[He doesn't answer for a bit. Cipertine - it was a smoldering ruin by now. Just a big smear of orange on the planet. Almost hard to remember it being anything else.]

Warm and tropical. Near the ocean, even if we don't swim, I waded around a lot as a kid. It was always warm, too. Never even saw snow until I went off-planet. You'd... probably have liked the plant life there.

[headhunt]

warm and tropical? that's some of my favourite kinds of weather!

but between you and me
i like just about any weather after knowing what it's like not to have it

wait
you don't swim?

[thearchangel]

Not to have it?
There's no weather where you're from?

No, I don't. I can't - none of my people can. We just sink.

private;

[headhunt]

( before she says anything else, karlach filters the conversation to just between the two of them. the still recent arrests haven't been forgotten yet. )

not where i'm from
but where i was

was trapped down in the hells for years. dark clouds blot out the sky there. boiling red rivers. nothing but dust and rock. the only things that ever rained from the sky were arrows, fire, or acid.

makes you appreciate getting to breathe the fresh, clean air! and feel the sunshine on your face!

[thearchangel]

[He doesn't know what to say to that. Just reading it over, over again. He can't picture it, really - aside from the few volcanic worlds they've been on. But nothing could live there.]

[It's...]

Damn

That's. Damn. I keep trying to think of a better word for it than that, and coming up empty. You're a hell of a person to get through something like that.

And now I really want to show you Palaven. Like it was when I was growing up.