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nexus_crossings2022-03-29 09:29 pm
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Orym had thought he'd gotten used to having weird things happening around him. Between the Crown Keepers and Bells Hells, he was getting good with smoothly adjusting to new situations and moving through them easily. The Nexus though throws the normally unflappable halfing for a loop and he looks around him trying to take everything in.
He's three feet tall and a bit with short brown hair that runs to the spiky side. His clothing is very earthy in greens and browns and on his back is a circular shield and a short sword. The only odd thing on his person is a blue rose that appears, on closer inspection to be snapping with electrical energy.
Orym wanders for a bit before finding what looked like a tavern to him. With an ease that spoke of many years of dealing with buildings that are meant for people bigger than he was, he walks in scrambles onto a stool and orders a drink sipping it for a few moments before the question pops out of his mouth.
"If you lost someone you loved and then had the chance to love again...would you take the chance or would you let it go." He is gently touching the rose on his belt as he says this looking sad.
He's three feet tall and a bit with short brown hair that runs to the spiky side. His clothing is very earthy in greens and browns and on his back is a circular shield and a short sword. The only odd thing on his person is a blue rose that appears, on closer inspection to be snapping with electrical energy.
Orym wanders for a bit before finding what looked like a tavern to him. With an ease that spoke of many years of dealing with buildings that are meant for people bigger than he was, he walks in scrambles onto a stool and orders a drink sipping it for a few moments before the question pops out of his mouth.
"If you lost someone you loved and then had the chance to love again...would you take the chance or would you let it go." He is gently touching the rose on his belt as he says this looking sad.
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Worf looked down at the young creature asking him the question. A huge Klingon at 6'4" must seem imposing to a halfling. Yet, the warrior was no stranger to meeting different races having served in Starfleet for many years now. He was on leave from DS9 and was making the most of it.
"You have lost someone you once loved?"
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Orym is used to being around people and creatures taller than him, so the taller creature doesn't bother him in the slightest. It's what he says that gives Orym pause. It was like this place had brought him to this moment to find someone who understood his pain and his indecision. He drinks a bit more and then nods, his normally calm voice a bit rougher around the edges.
"Yes," he says, "my husband...died six years ago....our people were attacked and he died protecting our leader." For all his assurances that both he and Will understood what their jobs meant and what they would have to do, the loss still hurt, so deeply even after all this time.