[ the port is the hoppin place to be after all that, apparently!
xie lian makes his way out with a cup of tea held in his hand - when he spots someone familiar, though, xie lian pauses in his way out to the dock and turns, coming over. ]
Good evening, Vezda. [ he greets! ] Do you mind if I join you?
[ Vezda's just chillin' and relaxing at the port, looking out over the water, not really doing much of anything. At least, until Xie Lian shows up and grabs his attention. ]
[ he gives him a polite little bow of his head as he's recognized, and then comes over, moving to settle down near the edge by the water. sitting on the ground doesn't seem to bother him so much, and for a moment, xie lian is quiet, thoughtful, as if he might just be sitting here to reflect and not say anything at all.
but, eventually, he speaks up. ]
...Thank you for sharing so much of your knowledge today. I was completely lost, when it came to the gun... so I'm quite glad you were there.
[ xie lian nods, giving bucky a small smile. ] I wouldn't have even known that anything was missing from the cargo hold if it wasn't for you, either.
[ which...there's a brief pause, as he's reminded of the night before. ] ... Vezda, I... wanted to apologize, if I caused you any extra stress, on Thursday night.
[ hey, vezda. xie lian's heading out of his room, looking to maybe... go for a walk, or something, anything, after all that, his head is mess, and it's when he steps outside and sees vezda on the ground that he.
honestly just comes over and sits down on the ground near him.
sometimes it just be like this. he greets, tired, with a polite bow of his head. ] ...Evening, Vezda.
...I don't get it. I don't get how we could've spent the whole night drinking with the guy, only for him to get up and try to murder someone right after.
...I don't, either. I didn't notice a single thing off with him, so I don't believe his nova was splintering. I genuinely do think he felt as if he had to take it upon himself, to stop Emet-Selch from... whatever he was doing.
What even made him think that, though? Where'd he get the idea that some kid was gonna come after Emet-Selch--or the other way around--in the first place?
[ xie lian is in the saloon today, back in his normal robes and not his halloween costume, seated at one of the nicely socially distanced tables. when he spots bucky, he waves him down with a bright smile. ]
Vezda! Have you come to eat? Come share a meal with me!
a little surprising! xie lian would duck it, but -- something (it's me) tells him not to, so.
the hit connects! bam. it's nothing xie lian's not really used to, pain or otherwise. he takes the hint right in the cheek, flying backwards. it's a solid hit -- he hits the ground a little further away and pushes himself up from off of the ground, surprised but - honestly kind of confused??? ]
[ hey bucky! if you're vibing on the couch like a hobo as you are want to do, you may be interrupted by the soft sound of ice clinking in a glass, and then, the sound of said glass being set on the closest lobby table.
xie lian clears his throat. in his hands, is a bottle of vodka. ]
It's for you - something of a peace offering. [ his mouth lifts, in a small smile. ] The last time we spent curfew together, we all drank, but I didn't - I haven't in some time.
But, I'd like to share a drink with you, for real, if that's alright.
I have, before. Only once or twice - a glass of wine at a heavenly celebration, or a sip or two here and there.
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But once, in one of the worst moments of my life, I had nothing left to reach for. I was so miserable that I was desperate to find a way to cope with it - so, I did as I'd seen others do, and drank, and drank, and drank. I tripped and fell into a grave, and I swore at the world and cried my eyes out, and got so drunk that I barely remember any of it.
It didn't help much. [ with a little huff of a laugh, as he starts to pour out the drinks for each of them. ]
... that was a long time ago, and I don't have any intentions of repeating that.
But... I think, I may have earned a drink, after all of that has happened. And I think... I'm probably not the only one who could use it, either.
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xie lian makes his way out with a cup of tea held in his hand - when he spots someone familiar, though, xie lian pauses in his way out to the dock and turns, coming over. ]
Good evening, Vezda. [ he greets! ] Do you mind if I join you?
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Hmm? Sure, why not.
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but, eventually, he speaks up. ]
...Thank you for sharing so much of your knowledge today. I was completely lost, when it came to the gun... so I'm quite glad you were there.
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[ xie lian nods, giving bucky a small smile. ] I wouldn't have even known that anything was missing from the cargo hold if it wasn't for you, either.
[ which...there's a brief pause, as he's reminded of the night before. ] ... Vezda, I... wanted to apologize, if I caused you any extra stress, on Thursday night.
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...It's fine. I was being an ass.
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honestly just comes over and sits down on the ground near him.
sometimes it just be like this. he greets, tired, with a polite bow of his head. ] ...Evening, Vezda.
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Hey.
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...how are you faring, my friend?
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...I don't, either. I didn't notice a single thing off with him, so I don't believe his nova was splintering. I genuinely do think he felt as if he had to take it upon himself, to stop Emet-Selch from... whatever he was doing.
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Vezda! Have you come to eat? Come share a meal with me!
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so here he is, stomping right up to him and absolutely fucking DECKING HIM. with the metal arm, too, so you know it fuckin hurts ]
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a little surprising! xie lian would duck it, but -- something (it's me) tells him not to, so.
the hit connects! bam. it's nothing xie lian's not really used to, pain or otherwise. he takes the hint right in the cheek, flying backwards. it's a solid hit -- he hits the ground a little further away and pushes himself up from off of the ground, surprised but - honestly kind of confused??? ]
Vezda - [ ow. ]
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Asshole.
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he sits there, hand on his cheek, briefly stunned. ]
...What... While I'm sure I probably deserved that, um... can you tell me why, exactly?
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What, is there more you've done that I don't know about? Pissing on my grave while you're at it?
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[ who would... well, not him. xie lian shakes his head. ]
...Just - please. [ what, ]
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xie lian clears his throat. in his hands, is a bottle of vodka. ]
...good evening, Bucky. Do you have a moment?
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Sure.
Is the moment going to involve that? [ he raises an eyebrow at the vodka. ]
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It's for you - something of a peace offering. [ his mouth lifts, in a small smile. ] The last time we spent curfew together, we all drank, but I didn't - I haven't in some time.
But, I'd like to share a drink with you, for real, if that's alright.
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Why start now all of a sudden?
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[ ... ]
But once, in one of the worst moments of my life, I had nothing left to reach for. I was so miserable that I was desperate to find a way to cope with it - so, I did as I'd seen others do, and drank, and drank, and drank. I tripped and fell into a grave, and I swore at the world and cried my eyes out, and got so drunk that I barely remember any of it.
It didn't help much. [ with a little huff of a laugh, as he starts to pour out the drinks for each of them. ]
... that was a long time ago, and I don't have any intentions of repeating that.
But... I think, I may have earned a drink, after all of that has happened. And I think... I'm probably not the only one who could use it, either.
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[ and very nearly has, plenty of times. ]
At least this one's a celebratory drink, then.
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