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sixfeetofdirt

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sixfeetofdirt

When he made me a vampire. I'd been set on by some gang of thugs, and maybe he'd had a hand in that or maybe he was just drawn to the scent of blood. I'll never know.

'Death or immortality' didn't feel like much of a dilemma at the time. I thought he was helping an influential member of the judiciary, not acquiring a slave.

From:

handleyourshit

No. People will do a lot worse than that, faced with death before they're ready.

What disrupted the connection?

From:

sixfeetofdirt

[Well, she's probably not going to love the full 'brain worm' explanation soooo]

It's a long story. The short version is that I and a handful of others were recruited by a powerful, mysterious benefactor to save the world. We were afforded certain protections while getting the job done.

From:

handleyourshit

Did you get a chance to read the small print this time?

[That twist of bitterness might be a surprise in the moment, along with the soft snort.]

From:

sixfeetofdirt

[Astarion laughs.]

Darling, I didn't even get a chance to sign the proverbial contract this time. 'Chosen Ones' aren't granted many choices of their own, you know?

From:

handleyourshit

See, that's not fair, because you never told me you were a Chosen One.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

I...didn't think you'd want to know? It's not as if it was my fault.

From:

handleyourshit

There's a lot of things people are that aren't their fault.

[The rustle of movement on her side, her chair creaking, breathing out.]

It's hard to know, isn't it? Where the line is. How much to say, how much matters.

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sixfeetofdirt

Well, I apologise if you felt misinformed.

In my defence, I barely contributed to the cause. Gale and Karlach were much more enthusiastic.

From:

handleyourshit

That's more than you had to do. Unless I still don't understand.

Don't apologize. I was just messing with you.

Edited Date: 2024-05-27 02:03 pm (UTC)

From:

sixfeetofdirt

I know, darling, don't worry.

I could theoretically have wandered off on my own whenever I pleased, but not long into our venture we crossed paths with a monster hunter searching for me - me, specifically, not just 'some vampire killing the local wildlife'. He knew my name. Working on Cazador's orders, I believe.

After that, safety in numbers seemed the wiser option, so I earned my keep.

From:

handleyourshit

...did they know?

Gale and Karlach. And whoever else.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Yes. Not at first, but...over time, we all became very familiar with each other's tragic backstories.

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handleyourshit

How long were you with them?

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sixfeetofdirt

...Do you know, I wasn't really counting the days? At least a month. There was a lot of excitingly hectic bloodshed and magic nonsense, interspersed with long bouts of trudging through the countryside.

From:

handleyourshit

A month.

[It relaxes something in her voice, something subtle but definitive, like a finger on a trigger.]

You like having them here?

From:

sixfeetofdirt

I...I don't mind it.

Karlach's deal is idiotic and that's extremely annoying, but she's got time to rethink it.

From:

handleyourshit

She's the one you were asking about before.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

She is indeed! I'm not going to push her on the subject because she could break me in half without effort, but...ugh.

From:

handleyourshit

Well.

At least you're invested.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Invested? I'm offended. I did at least put some blood, sweat and tears into this world-saving exercise and now she's going to just going to have the Admiral snap his fingers.

From:

handleyourshit

Yeah.

[She considers a few things to say, to ask. Rejects them all, staring at her hands in the dark of her cabin instead.]

Did I tell you I tried to save the world, once?

From:

sixfeetofdirt

...No, you didn't.

What did you do?

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handleyourshit

Got played for a fool, mostly.

There was this guy who said he could cure the virus that was killing everyone. Said we just had to get him to his team in DC.

We spent about a year and a half, almost two escorting him across the country. Keeping him safe from walkers, feeding him, making sure he had water and cover. Keeping him alive. People died instead of him, thinking they were protecting the future.

We were maybe a week out when he told us he lied so we'd do all that.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

[Almost two years. Astarion lives his life on a longer-than-human scale, but that's a long fucking time to be crossing a world festering with the undead. He feels a brief spike of empathetic rage.]

What did you do with him?