Staring into the eternal blackness... which isn't very black. [Open]

[seesbosscrotch]

Oftentimes, when he had nothing better to do -- which, having failed to find any role on this ship that was suitable for him, was often indeed -- Maridian came up to the Obs Deck, sat on one of the squashy meat-couches, and simply stared out into the Bleed.

The space outside the ship seemed to have hypnotic, or at least comforting, qualities about it, for times like these were one of the rare times he took off his backpacks, his weapons, and even his armor. The heavy plate disguised the fact that, under all that thick metal and padding, the elf was more slender and wiry than a human in his shape would have been.

There on the couch, he held a massive sword in his lap, tending to its needs with whetstone and honing oil. His mace and his other sword lay beside him, next in line for the attention they deserved, and from there he would doubtless move on to the armor that sat nearby.

Quiet consideration of the space through which they traveled, with only the soft rasp of stone against -- well, whatever the blade was, it probably wasn't steel. A quite sort of meditation for a fairly loud and not usually sedate paladin.

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[elfsicle]

"You told me about falling off Nagrand. I think I had escaped that, thus far. Then again, I am here." And that wasn't particularly a noble fate, either. Unless, of course, she could find herself in harm's way.

Rimethiel stood in silence, continuing to watch her brother sharpen his weapons. For her, it was almost a companionable silence, the burgeoning feel of repressed anger that most Death Knights carried with them dissipated for the moment.

"Would you tell me of your time here, then?" she asked, finally.

[seesbosscrotch]

"It's not terribly exciting, so you're going to be disappointed," Mar said. He held Zin'rokh up to the light appraisingly, then brought it back down to work on one part of the edge that seemed off. "There's been one big fight since I got here -- and I mean big, like, it took out an entire planet. We were down there fighting off the Ohm trying to evacuate the place. There was a bear fighting beside me and a demon hurling ice spells into the fracas from behind. If you ignore the fact that they weren't actually a druid and a mage, it was surprisingly like Azjol'Nerub.

"Except aboveground," he added after a moment.