Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[h2no]

[he carefully puts the glass back down on the grass-- not going for a refill just yet - as he listens.]

Bananas, as they exist here, are pretty rare back home too. They grow around a tropical Pokémon's neck that's native to my region, but they're still in short supply. Weird how it's them specifically, huh?

[archie looks back over to the fire for a moment, watching the food sizzle.]

I guess it's the temperature they need. Is where you come from relatively cold?

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell takes another drink from his glass then sets it aside to lean through the rising smoke and give the roast a turn. Fresh juice splatters and hisses.]

Me, personally? [He considers, and his head bobs thoughtfully.] I suppose it depends on where in Thedas you're from. To Dorian, absolutely. He's from Tevinter, in the North, which far warmer than the Free Marches where I grew up. But I'd still stay that's warmer than Ferelden. We've got the sea for shelter, they're right the shadow of the Frostback Mountains.

[h2no]

I wonder if one day there will be enough control over the Porter for us to freely move between each other's worlds...

[that would probably break something on a cosmic scale, but... it's nice to entertain.]

Heh, you'd think something that sounds like winter would be cold. How are things with him...?

[dreadinquisitor]

It'd be terrifying. [Maxwell imagines strangers coming to Thedas, unaware, and running into a nest of darkspawn. Or demons. Or just a pissed off dragon.

Then he thinks of the people he's come to know here, people like Archie, and how nice it could be.] But also exciting.

[He reaches for his wine again, giving himself a moment before answering the question he assumes is about Dorian.]

...He figured it out, somehow, and confronted me about it. I had to tell him.

[h2no]

You'd do so well with a Rapidash or maybe a Skamory...

[he pours himself a new glass, though stops when maxwell speaks again. archie's brows furrow in concern immediately.]

Max... I'm sorry. [it... doesn't sound like it went well.] How are you doing?

[how did it go?]

[dreadinquisitor]

[His head bobs, a considering pause before responding. How was it going? He'd been trying not to think about it too deeply.]

It... went better than I thought it would have. If it had been me, faced with a stranger.... [He trails off, his shoulders rolling.] It's different. He's not the man I knew. But I'm trying to get to know him. And him, me. We're seeing if we can be friends.

[h2no]

[and maxwell isn't just the man dorian knew-- maxwell straight up didn't exist for him. archie doesn't mention this. there's no point rubbing salt in the wound.]

That's good. I'm glad you two are talking about it. [he takes a drink. looking back to the cooking food.] I hope it continues well.

[he reaches over to give maxwell's shoulder a squeeze.]

You two will work this out. You're too damn clever not to.