|| This account will enter a period of inactivity before getting to the decision to permanently remove it. I simply don't see myself writing him anymore.
Lack of motivation and general interest it's the main reason.
Sorry for the inconvenience!
"ALRIGHT BOYS! Today has been really hard and tedious, so the first round is on me!!"
Varka raises his tankard before drinking from it in large gulps.
"Hey Diluc!"
Pats his back with a hearty laugh, grabbing his shoulder afterwards.
"Still running around the city?"
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The elevator behind him turns on, the lechanism working to lift the platform to the top, hauling the grandmaster there.
The buzzing stopped and the man stepped out of the platform, standing with his imposing presence... until he noticed the fae.
"Uh... Flins? You've been summoned here too?"
"Huh? Who sent me this?"
Eyes the paper carefully. Sniffs it. Looks through it against the light... nothing.
"Oh well... I guess I'll have to go there!"
Urggghhh, so infuriating.
"Come on, don't do this to me. What do you wanna do!"
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"no no, finish that sentence, friend. 'when you are through with me...' what."
beyond his control. Besides, it was in his nature to downplay things. He raised his hands in a placating gesture.
"I couldn't even handle as much kuuvahki as the traveler can! But they're special, and I'm just a man, after all. As mortal as anyone else."
own in a duel against me, that's true. And my encounter with the RΓ€cher of Solnari didn't leave me unscathed... so I certainly have my limits."
He scratched his chin, thoughtful now. It was also true that people always had a bad habit of exaggerating his battles, but that's something Β»
That was why he was sitting there, listening to the two people before him trying to gauge the true extent of his strength, arms crossed and eyes closed with solemn composure.
"Well..." He interrupted, "Flins definitely has enough power to hold his Β»
Sandrone is still a fatui harbinger, and she's probably collecting information about him in case the knights became a threat, he can guess.
Ah... it's always like this with the northerners. They never feel safe around their allies, always ready for a supposed backstab. Β»
Though... the one and only thing Varka had always been bragging about was being able to outdrink anyone, and he lives up to his name. Well. Until he met Flins, whose organism is unaffected by the booze. Tch, that's quite unfair, though. He doesn't count. But that wasn't important now. Β»
For someone who carried the memories of a god within his heart for years, Varka was remarkably humble when it came to his true power.
He had never boasted about his prowess to anyone, not even to his own enemies. Everything that people said about him came from their own mouths, never his own. Β»
"We quite summoned him with that one..."
Points with his flask before drinking with an impish smile.
Varka was busy with drinking from his flask, in fact, so busy that Sandrone's inquiry caught him off guard.
He quietly lowered his flask, flashing the woman a curious gaze.
"It depends." He cryptically said, gazing into the bottom of the flask with half a smile.
"Well now you are being ungrateful to your colleague! I knew you guys are ready to backstab each other at the minor inconvenience, but I wasn't expecting you trash talking your 'friend' like that!"
it is what it is
HI #girp ( idk if you use # here-) do you have room for a Columbina muse? I'm still working on the profile but I can interact before that.. that's all and MDNI π«Άπ»
"I would hug Dottore if he wasn't a dick, so that's on him-"
"Sure. But this warm and fuzzy bear will always have a spare arm for you, just so you know..."
"Aww.... I'm warm and huggable like a teddy bear, aren't I..."
|| I'd write a nasty oneshot of Varka doing the do with somebody but I have decency
|| DID I MISS SOMEONE?? HKAKSJDF