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Date: 2017-09-29 12:31 am (UTC)
moneytwin: Official Art by Kit Buss (<user name="AnemoneTea" site="twitter">) (Baroness of Whitestone)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
I have layers and leathers, you don't. [She turns then, well aware she's disrupting the start of the second braid, in order to fix Vax with a Look. It's not on par with Pike's Momster glare, but she does at least want him to take this seriously.] Will you at least borrow it until we have the silver to replace a few things?

[ She'll let herself be maneuvered back to facing the wall and window soon enough, shifting her weight and seating on the bed to stay comfortable. The mention of chicken gets a laugh. ]

So long as we're not going all vegetables all the time in retaliation. I think there's only so much salad I want to look at in a given meal, never mind Grog when he wakes up/ [Some greens are good for you, that much is true, but they can go for something a little more balanced, right?]

[ Fingers thread together and she rests her joined hands on one knee as she hums thoughtfully. ] These apartments won't work for him, but the people here come in all shapes and sizes. We may have less trouble working with that than we did back in Emon, or Westrunn, or Whitestone.

No. But it could have some knives for you to make use of. And it's not like you're unfamiliar with good quality weapons - there could be job openings. [not that she expects him to take a Normal Job, hell none of them are cut from that cloth] I hear they have a forge too. I'll have to remember to mention that to Percy, if he's not aware already.

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Date: 2017-09-29 06:27 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (Twinsies: Exchanging Looks)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[It's a good attempt but no, she's not Pike, much as she loves her. The Look does not waver, even knowing it's really not working, and there's a huff as he deflects, a mock-sulky pout forming until he offers his 'deal'.

She knows full well it's just lipservice. He says this but Vax won't actually wear it. But it's the closest Vex will get, so:
]

Fine. You'd better. [a pause] Or I'll tell, Pike.

[ Don't push her, Brother, she will do it!

Discussing a new home --and that's what they need to make it, a home, it's going to be theirs, she never got to build hers and-- is a good distraction from any distressing topics and trains of thought. She has to chuckle and nod, just slightly, so she doesn't disrupt his work on her braid, and sighs a bit.
]

We'll have to make time, once we have the silver, to try a few meals at the market, see what's good and local. Only a little, though, and then find someone who can make it for us, or something. [because while they can do some basic cooking in the field, none of them are Laina; she swallows then - did the Natha save their staff from the Storm, too?] Think we can find somewhere with some kind of garden for Keyleth? I mean, whatever we get, we'll make do, but I think we should make that a priority.

[ She can't get over the fact Keyleth was awake first, that she'd been awake three whole months. For Vex, it barely seems any time at all since she closed her eyes on the Deera's deck, brother and bear at her side and stars overhead. Then her brother is shifting to alongside her once more, and she pulls the braid over her shoulder, lightly running fingers over the plaited weave. ]

No! Well, not unless you wanted to be. [she chuckles then] I was thinking more that you could offer to show how well specific knives work to potential customers. [dagger dagger dagger, and all that.] Just something to keep in mind, yeah?

[ Pretending you're not pining on some level for a more-than-dear friend is perfectly normal, right? Right! So Vax's question gets a blink, and her nose wrinkles slightly and her brows furrow as she turns her head to look at him. That's a funny question, Brother. There's nothing at all different in how Vex and Percy are treating each other.

At least, not from where Vex is sitting.
]

Well, I suppose?

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Date: 2017-09-29 09:23 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (Uh Huh. Sure.)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ Vexahlia will remember this.

He swears, and she's almost tempted to turn around just to see if she can catch him crossing his fingers while doing so. But she doesn't, and Vex just huffs again, pulling her other leg up so she's cross legged on the thin blanket. There's just enough room for her to do that, and for Vax to sit comfortably without being nudged off his bed.
]

[a chuckle follows - she can just about picture one of these spaces half full of greenery spilling off window sills and shelves.] Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Well, if we can't get a garden, then she at least needs a room to grow things in. And a prayer room for Pike! ..And you, I guess? [she bites her lip; she hasn't really thought to ask about her friends' godly patrons - perhaps now is as good a time as any?] Any word from Her, out of interest?

Well, more like demonstrator, I guess. But I suppose teaching could work, too? [he's far more patient than she is, after all. Well, on some matters moreso than others. Setting aside that business with that Kynan kid, Vax could do a pretty good job, in her eyes. There's a shrug.] Would being a teacher really be so weird? Assuming there's no one like Asum here who could make use of your talents if our joint "being Vox Machina" doesn't pay the bills. But we can worry about that after we see some of the jobs Highwind digs up.

[She's just trying to do her best to keep as many options open as possible. Hence why she started talking to him about mercenary work in Olympia to begin with.]

[ If anyone would recognise that Vex'ahlia was lying, even with her exceptional gift of the gab, her brother Vax'ildan is it. And there isn't a trace of it in her speech, not in the puzzled looking and headtilt, expression edging into a rather familiar discomfort. ]

I'm not sure what you're asking. [or rather, she has a theory, but first:] And, what do you mean, 'came to visit'? [the bafflement is there, frown forming as an icy finger of discomfort runs its way down her back.] Where did you go that the rest of us haven't been lately?

..This isn't another one of your "keep your eyes open" talks is it, because now is really not the time or place, Brother.

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Date: 2017-10-02 08:51 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (What Are Sisters For?)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ In this maelstrom of crazy, sibling time makes everything better, and Vex is profoundly grateful that her brother's here with her. Not that she doesn't dearly love their friends, and certainly doesn't envy what Keyleth went through, but it wouldn't be the same without Vax being here. ]

A pet. [echo echo. she can't quite hide the grin that starts forming] A bird? It's not a raven, is it?

I can worry about you both, even if I would prefer to ensure I don't have reason to. [she rubs a finger along the pleats of her braid, tipping her head slightly to one side.] May be worth checking if the temple district allows worship for gods other than the Moon-- You know, Zahra would think that's hilarious, and right up her alley-- because who knows if someone who follows Sarenrae or the Raven Queen were here before us.

[ or, you know. don't encourage worship of other gods, and they'll need to keep it on the downlow. That could also be a legit cause for concern here.

As it is, she turns a little, watching his face as he chews on his lip, and there's a light bump of her shoulder to his. Vex doesn't consider her life as something held in the balance, but she knows her brother. She's well aware of why he's in the Raven Queen's service to begin with, but You've still got me, she thinks, so that means something. Or should. She doesn't say anything more on that, however.

Instead, she's watching him watching her, trying to figure out what he's digging for, trying to fathom what it is he wants to know. This isn't his own brand of heart-on-sleeve sharing, either, not with how his lips twist and his expression grows so stern and serious. She doesn't like it. Doesn't like that herald of bad news that easily rival's the gun of the same name.
]

What is..? [She shifts on the bed, brown eyes locked with brown, trying to get a bead on why he's asking this] We were on the Deera, night time. You were with me, and Trinket, up on the deck, looking at the stars. [is he serious? ..he really honestly is asking that question. She can feel her back stiffening] Heading south from Ank Harel, across the Ozmit, had maybe less than half a day until we reached Glintshore.

Remember?

[ He...does remember. Doesn't he? ]

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Date: 2017-10-03 12:18 am (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (You Seem Useful..)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[All their small talk, everything from little blue birds to religion, falls to the wayside as a new and unexpected topic raises its head, and something in Vex clenches hard. They had been parted so briefly aboard the space station, tossed into this strange new life, and yet here he is and here Vex is, and Vax is staring at her with an expression she doesn't understand.

Something in that look scares her. Just a little, just enough, that one hand sinks into the fabric next to her, vice grip turning knuckles white. The other tightens around her braid.
]

Right. Glintshore. We were going after Ripley to take the vestiges she stole back. And then beat the ever living shit out of her for Percy. [to put it mildly.

(She has no idea.)

Vex had never heard Percy admit to fear before. not for anyone, not even when facing down the Briarwoods. Not as he had in the tavern, hunched over his ale and barely meeting anyone's eye, self-loathing for such fear evident. Vex wanted that woman dead, for his sake, because that woman had done such harm, and would do so again if left unchecked.

And now here again is a Look, a different look that she doesn't understand, dredging up an entirely different sense of dread. Vex doesn't know what it is her brother sees, what he's thinking, and she doesn't like it. Not at all.
]

..What's wrong? Vax? [she swallows, tongue suddenly leaden] What do you remember?

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Date: 2017-10-03 05:12 am (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (Yoinked)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ She does not like how distant he suddenly looks, how there seems to be a gulf between them where there wasn't one previously. She doesn't like that look, not at all, and her hand moves from her hair to grasp at her brother's arm.

All this from one question. And now he won't even look at her, and she tries to duck her head a little, trying not to let her own distress show.
]

Brother? [she tries not to let her voice sound as worried as she feels, but can't quite manage a tentative smile] A thing..? Memories? [what. she tries to follow, but she's distinctly confused. He remembers, but maybe he's also..forgotten? But no, that's not quite right either. there's a flicker of outrage though, back stiffening] They did something to us while we were asleep? But, what, why?

[ She's confused, he's confusing. And then her breath stalls out. ]

A year? But.. But how can that.. [Lifting her hand from the blanket, she rests a hand on the side of his face, making him keep even gaze with her.] A year?

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Date: 2017-10-04 01:32 am (UTC)
moneytwin: Art from Critical Role #1, Artist: Olivia Samson (Tending To Brother)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ Not that it matters, I guess. Those words ring hollow in her ears, a falsehood that Vax can't quite pull off, and though her voice doesn't turn shrill, she's certainly going to call this out. ]

So much has passed and it doesn't matter?! Vax, you can't be serious about that part, in the very least. That's...so much time lost.

We'll just..have to find some way to get them back. And even if we can't.. [hand drifts up into his hair when he ducks his head forward, letting him rest against her shoulder while she stares at the beads woven there, then past him to the wall. She knows how much Vax depends on her, and there's a knot of guilt forming, almost unreasonably upset at herself for causing her brother pain however inadvertently.] We are okay. We're both here, and we're both alive, and everyone's --almost all here.

[ She falls silent for a minute, trying to deal with this sudden revelation that's been dropped into their laps, and her hand stills at the back of her brother's head. Her voice is almost tiny, but the need for clarification, for confirmation is clear. ]

...but we won? Against Vorugal, and Raishan. [a beat] Thordak. We won?

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Date: 2017-10-04 06:16 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: Official Art by Wendy Sullivan (<user name="WendyDoodles" site="twitter">) (Twinsies)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ It's bad enough that she knows Vax, knows he'll do anything to protect her, even from herself sometimes; she doesn't know if he'll willingly keep things from her now. But given the choice to remember, and the choice to (permanently?) forget, Vex will take memories every time. They're hers and no one else has the right to deny her them. Furthermore, she could never choose to allow others to bear this burden alone. ]

There's definitely more than meets the eye here. [She didn't miss that trailing thought, Vax.] They could be scattering the lot of us across this whole world, but they're not. Instead, we're all centered here. And seem to think it's where we need to be.

[ Neither twin is a fan of destiny, of fate - particularly the fate-touched sibling who offered himself in her place. Yet she can at least thank them for keeping her with her family, incomplete memories or otherwise. ]

..Fuck. So all of that was worth it. ..Even if the Storm overtook Tal'dorei, we did it. We..won. [she can't help but smile as at least some relief crashes down, washes over her like a wave, voice full of affection.] You fuck! You could have fucking led with that, you know! [she shoves his chest hard, before resettling so they can sit forehead to forehead once more.

She just really wishes she could remember that victory.]
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Date: 2017-10-06 07:49 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: art by <user name="boaillustration" site="tumblr.com"> (Vex and Vax)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ Vex will probably spend that same time overthinking the lack of memories, and then desperately ignoring the implications in an effort to move past the impact of this new discovery. It will probably go poorly, in all honesty, but by gum is she going to give it a try. ]

They're probably more afraid of the damage we'd do from trying to keep us apart. [because vox machina are pretty damned dangerous on a bad day] And since we're centralised, when Grog and Scanlan wake up, it'll be easier for them to find us too.

[ And Gilmore, and Allura and Kima, and Velora and and and and the potential list is endless. But she doesn't dwell on the present. Instead, there's that nebulous future-past that lies between her and Vax, and that grin gets another thump and a huff. ]

I hate you. [she doesn't and he knows it, especially given her answering grin] All right, fine, so what other surprises are you keeping from me that I should know about?

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Date: 2017-10-18 07:11 pm (UTC)
moneytwin: Official Art by Wendy Sullivan (<user name="WendyDoodles" site="twitter">) (I'm Very Perceptive And I Call Bullshit)
From: [personal profile] moneytwin
[ Vex will worry. And compartmentalise. And worry further. And no doubt it will all rush back to haunt at a moment most inconvenient.

But for now, there's a new situation and between the two of them, they'll be able to pull their found family through it.

A mentioned name gets a blank look, however.
]

Who?

So it would seem. [lips purse a moment] I'd say that's almost too good to be true, given how much we'll need it when we're done.. But I guess we are done, huh. [she brushes her fringe from her eyes, then squints at him] A bakery. [..uh huh.]

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