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Not on Nirn Anymore 1.2/?
Date: 2014-04-23 04:13 pm (UTC)--
I left Vilkas to flee up the stairs, unlocking the deadbolt and flinging open the door to see my two years older, curly-haired, Skyrim-obsessed (not that I wasn't) friend. Her old green Subaru was parked sloppily in the driveway and they keys were still in her hand, though she looked impeccable as always, not a single chestnut hair out of place.
"I got here as fast as I could," she told me. "What's up?" Shay looked worried, and I wasn't surprised. I hadn't exactly sounded calm over the phone - still wasn't exactly calm.
I made a face. "You won't believe it unless you see it," I said finally, grabbing her around the wrist (ignoring the bracelet digging into my palm) and pulling her behind me down the half flight of stairs, kicking shut the door behind me. "Look," I said urgently, pointing at the grumpy warrior sitting, arms crossed, on the ugly flower-printed couch and looking distinctly displeased.
Shay sighed, placing her forehead on three thin, perfectly manicured fingertips. "So... You found a Vilkas cosplayer. Great. That's really what you called me over to see?"
My eyes widened - I hadn't considered the possibility that Shay wouldn't think he was real, but I couldn't blame her; she hadn't been crashed into by a spontaneously appearing Nord.
I was saved the trouble of having to explain that no, he was not a cosplayer by Vilkas himself. "I am not the lusty Argonian maid!" he shouted and I winced a bit. Yeah, on second thought, maybe that wasn't the best comparison I could have made.
Shay raised an eyebrow. "What's he going on about?"
"I, ah... Tried to explain cosplay. I don't think he got it." Granted, I hadn't explained that well...
"Wait, so you're saying...?" Shay asked tentatively.
I nodded. Vilkas sat there and looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"No way."
"Way."
"Seriously?"
"For real."
"Why couldn't it have been Farkas?" Shay sighed happily, thinking about the character.
I gave her a look. "No way. Vilkas is the better twin."
This was an old argument, and one saved from continuation by the werewolf's disgruntled clearing of his throat. "I am right here."
Shay waved a hand distractedly. "Yeah, yeah. Why couldn't it have been Brynjolf?"
We shared a look. "Brynjolf," we chorused, like a bunch of crazy fangirls at a Justin Bieber concert (or like we had at that Bullet For My Valentine concert last summer... a story for another time). At least we could agree on that.
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Re: Not on Nirn Anymore 1.2/?
Date: 2014-04-24 12:43 pm (UTC)Re: Not on Nirn Anymore 1.2/?
Date: 2014-05-13 03:28 pm (UTC)