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Aug 18, 2019 10:59 AM
Upload and Daisy
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Margaret is exploring the tunnels under Whateley again, because everyone else is in the cafeteria and that's only so interesting when you can't eat or drink. There's some pretty interesting stuff down here! For instance, this room has a bar in it, and despite the entrance being underground the window has a view of exploding stars.

She admires the view for a bit, then wanders up to the bar.

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"That's probably safe," she nods.

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"Okay." Cautious metaphorical tiptoeing through the door and looking around?

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Nothing interesting is going on in Deskyl's room, and she can't do more than poke her head into the hallway beyond without going out of sight of the door. Another droid from DZ's line comes briefly into view as she walks along an intersecting hallway; it's otherwise quiet.

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Margaret can't catch the other droid's attention without making a noise, so she slips back to the bar and reports her findings to DZ.

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DZ nods. "We'll just have to wait."

Tenin stays at the bar, nursing his drink and glaring at passerby, until someone takes offense at this behavior and asks if he wants to take it outside.

"Go get the medic," DZ immediately tells Margaret. "Tell them to stay in the bar; Sith don't have a taboo against attacking healers and he'll react badly to them trying to take his kill."

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Margaret nods and makes a beeline for the medic's office.

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There's a weatherbeaten old man in practical, travelworn clothes behind the desk, fiddling with a wooden puzzle; he looks up when she comes in. "Can I help you?"

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"Can you come to the main bar for a bit, please? There's someone there with a history of violence, and also a friend is out in a dangerous world, and one way or another we're worried we might end up needing a medic in a hurry."

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"Yes Ma'am." (It's much less deferential from him than from DZ.) He grabs a pack from under the table and the staff leaning against the wall behind the desk and follows her out.

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His "Yes Ma'am" is proportionately less annoying, and also reminds her that she's forgotten her manners. "My name's Margaret, by the way. And you are . . . ?"

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"Raafi, cleric of Fharlanghn, at your service."

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Benefits of her architecture: she can replay her memory of his pronunciation of "Fharlanghn" as many times as necessary, and her speakers can reproduce any sound she can hear. "Pleased to meet you," she says, shortly before preceding him into the bar.

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He follows. "Is there anything else I should know about the situation?"

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She fills him in, quietly. Deskyl and where she is and what she's doing; Tenin and the problem with him being around.

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He nods along. "I can raise the dead, if nothing else."

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Upload is impressed. "I guess it's true what they say about Milliways staff always being capable enough. Does your world have enough people who can do that to keep up with people dying?"

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"No. It would be nice if we did, but it's advanced magic, and expensive to boot."

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"I'm sorry to hear that." Now, what's that Sith up to, and more importantly how is DZ doing?

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DZ is still holding the door; her body language is pretty subtle, but Margaret probably knows her well enough by now to recognize the worry in it.

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Tenin and his challenger have drawn a crowd; Raafi takes her hand and speaks a word, and they're teleported to appear in the backyard, bypassing the obstruction.

The Sith seems to be fighting blind, circling defensively with clear awareness of his opponent's location but not tracking her with his eyes. His opponent has a shield, glittering and sparking teal with some kind of magic or energy effect, but no weapon; she seems confident regardless.

"She's not fighting to kill," Raafi comments. "But he will be, you said?"

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"I expect so, yes--at least if the options are kill or lose." Thank goodness DZ's alright. "I'm going to go hang out by the door to the bar in case someone else comes in."

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She doesn't get far before the crowd at the door starts parting to let someone through from behind it: Deskyl, re-lighting her 'saber as she crosses the threshold, with DZ a step behind.

Apprentice, she signs, and DZ repeats it aloud. Stop playing with the Forceblinders and come here.

He growls, not shifting from his focus on his opponent. She speaks over his growl: "Is he yours? He's very rude."

I know. She steps up to join the fight, and Tenin adjusts to guard against her as well. Do you have a grievance?

"Nah, he's just a little shit."

Good. And then she closes on him. Red blades flash, both of them moving too quickly for the eye to track, and after a moment his body thumps to the ground, and she turns to go back inside.

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Upload has never actually seen someone die in real life before. She's just going to stand where she is and stare for a bit. 

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The crowd, and the other combatant, seem just as shocked. Raafi steps up to herd them back inside, and stops to cast something on the corpse before returning to Margaret. "Are you all right?"

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"Me? I'm fine . . . He's not. I know it's better that he die than somebody else who didn't start it, but . . . he's still dead. I don't know."

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