Yes, perhaps approach the topic with her gently. She’ll probably answer your questions because of who she is as a person [ too nice ] but it’s not something she enjoys dwelling on.
Motivation, my dear. I don’t know all the details, only stories and the rumours and rare accounts I’ve heard — neither can truly be trusted, but one seeks oppressively brutal control and the other seeks a delightful and destructive amount of chaos.
Yeah, I imagine she gets a lot of flack off the cuff.
[who would do that? 😬]
Ah. Fascists and fuckos, got it. [Camille huffs, a short and silent laugh, then gives his bicep a casual squeeze. A gesture for far better friends than they are, yet she's turned away without a second's pause, carrying on with their inspection of the place.
Camille picks up a remote and glances over to a box television against the wall opposite. Hm.]
Teifling, right? [She'll make eye contact to triple check.] She told me. Didn't specify exactly what it meant though. She was telling me a few other things. Sparked my curiosity about the delineation, especially since it didn't match up with what I knew.
[Camille takes a seat on the couch, clicking the power button. Voila! Television. A grainy signal manifests.]
It's almost deceptively peaceful. I wonder how many bodies are hidden under the floorboards.
[would you look at that, the opening credits to Jurassic Park.]
[ he nods. ] Yes, tiefling. [ which my ipad is trying so hard to turn into tie fling ] I doubt the places we’re from are especially similar if a tiefling is new to you. It stands to reason other things wouldn’t match either.
[ oh boy it’s jurassic park. ]
At least three. Isn’t that the case with cute little neighbourhoods? They hide the biggest secrets, just like the benevolent rich people who own manors and give to the poor.
[Perhaps a testy question but he's a sharp-edged man to begin with. She'll weather a little blow-back if need be.]
Not quite. Dinosaurs. Very big lizards. Walked the earth long some millions of years before humans showed up. Likely died out thanks to a giant meteor.
We only know about them from digging up their bones through countless millenia of dirt. This movie poses the age-old question of whether it would be fun to bring them back.
[ less testy. he knows half-elf who could club him with a mace and refuse to heal him. ]
...
Hm, yes that seems about right. Pestering a dragon would have poor results unless you really knew what you were doing. And they do have a lot of teeth.
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Motivation, my dear. I don’t know all the details, only stories and the rumours and rare accounts I’ve heard — neither can truly be trusted, but one seeks oppressively brutal control and the other seeks a delightful and destructive amount of chaos.
[ lawful evil vs chaotic evil, essentially. ]
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[who would do that? 😬]
Ah. Fascists and fuckos, got it. [Camille huffs, a short and silent laugh, then gives his bicep a casual squeeze. A gesture for far better friends than they are, yet she's turned away without a second's pause, carrying on with their inspection of the place.
Camille picks up a remote and glances over to a box television against the wall opposite. Hm.]
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Ah. You are aware she’s not a devil or a demon, yes?
[ just to point that out.
the bicep gets a blink because he’s still not sure why he hasn’t wiggled away yet, not why he’s not eager too, so she gets away with it. ]
It’s rather quaint, isn’t it?
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[Camille takes a seat on the couch, clicking the power button. Voila! Television. A grainy signal manifests.]
It's almost deceptively peaceful. I wonder how many bodies are hidden under the floorboards.
[would you look at that, the opening credits to Jurassic Park.]
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[ oh boy it’s jurassic park. ]
At least three. Isn’t that the case with cute little neighbourhoods? They hide the biggest secrets, just like the benevolent rich people who own manors and give to the poor.
[ DOODOO DOOOO DOOOOO DOOOOOOOOO ]
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[HOLY FU-CKING SHIT, IT'S A DI-NO-SAUR, OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUUUUUCK🎵
Anyway Camille laughs at this. Quiet, below the breath, and with no eye contact.]
Well. Our worlds have that much in common then.
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[ well.
ok.
hang on. his face is just pure what the fuck is a dinosaur. ]
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[also oh. Lmao.
She pats the seat beside her on the couch.]
Need a primer?
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Clearly not.
[ hmmmm. ]
What are they? Dragons?
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[Perhaps a testy question but he's a sharp-edged man to begin with. She'll weather a little blow-back if need be.]
Not quite. Dinosaurs. Very big lizards. Walked the earth long some millions of years before humans showed up. Likely died out thanks to a giant meteor.
We only know about them from digging up their bones through countless millenia of dirt. This movie poses the age-old question of whether it would be fun to bring them back.
[Smash-cut to the T-rex trying to eat children.]
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[ less testy. he knows half-elf who could club him with a mace and refuse to heal him. ]
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Hm, yes that seems about right. Pestering a dragon would have poor results unless you really knew what you were doing. And they do have a lot of teeth.
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[Remembers his zombie biting Karlach suddenly. Files that away for later.]
And they breathe fire, right? Or is that just another whimsical myth a magic-free world?
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[ the one you can fight in act 3 is lightning. but astarion hasn't fought them. ]