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Hello! This is very delightful, though I have no idea what I'm doing!

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NAME: Winter BIRTHDAY: December 21st FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Black Forest WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: To have a good time.

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[icyspicy]

[ Winter pulls his hair back out of Astarion’s way so he can take off without getting tangled, and take off he does. The warlock barks a surprised laugh when little Batstarion manages to fly, impressed.

But that’s over rather quickly. ]

Ah, Astarion—!

[ He jogs over to peer over the back of the chair, down at the bat on the cushion. ]

Are you okay?

[astarion]

[He’s upside down, with his little feet in the air and his wings splayed out beside him.]

This is— [SQUEAKS] —overrated!

[…being a bat.]

[icyspicy]

[ Help. He has to try not to laugh again, hand pressed over his mouth. ]

I think you did rather well for your first attempt, even if you didn't stick the landing.

[astarion]

[E m b a r r a s s i n g.

With great effort, Astarion practically flips him back onto his little feet. He then climbs up the back of the chair, then reaches for the table.]

Maybe so, but I miss having normal arms and legs. Augh-

[Latches onto the edge of the table, then hefts himself up until he's resting on the tabletop.]

Gods, there. Might as well sit, too, darling.

[icyspicy]

[ He was going to just pick him up and put him on the table, but it's clear Astarion would rather do it himself.

Winter slices around to sit opposite his little bat friend on the table. ]

Do you think it would help if I tried Dispel Magic? Or perhaps Remove Curse. I can do either. Or both.

[ He's willing to use 2/3 of his spell slots on you Astarion-- ]

[astarion]

[Wow how noble of him—

He doesn’t know what to do other than to sit here, really. It’ll have to do for now, and in the meantime, he flicks an ear and says a bit teasingly-]

Using all your precious spells on little old me?

[icyspicy]

Why not? I used plenty on our little heist before. Trying to get you back to normal seems more worthwhile.

[astarion]

[Hm.]

Well, I won’t stop you if you’d like to try, but you had better toss my clothes back in my direction if it does work.

[icyspicy]

Of course. I'd hate for you to cause a scene.

[ Even if there aren't really other people around. Presumably someone works at this cafe?

In any case, Winter leans back to utter the incantation for Dispel Magic first, hands working to form the shape of the spell. There's a burst of power between them, but ultimately there's no effect. ]

[astarion]

[Don’t worry, they’ll definitely be jumpscared by the waitstaff soon.

But for now, Astarion braces himself again as the spell is cast and… sighs as nothing happens.]

I’m starting to think you needn’t waste your magic, Winter. You’ll just have to deal with spending your time with a very handsome bat today.

[icyspicy]

It was worth a try. A pity it didn't work, but I suppose I can content myself with your cute, fuzzy face instead.

[astarion]

Come now, you’ll make me blush.

[Places a little paw on his “chest”.]

But do go on.

[Ha. He supposes he might as well force some good humor into this whole situation if he must be stuck as a bat for gods knows how long. And he gives a little chuckle, when-

Good day! What can I get for you? comes the sudden announcement of one of the waitstaff. The man’s dressed in a Hawaiian tshirt, and just also happens to be a shark.

He slaps two menus down with his flippers. Somehow. Astarion starts.]

Oh, hells- Why can’t anything be normal around here!

[icyspicy]

[ It's so funny to watch a bat emote like Astarion. His poor friend might be stuck, but Winter is finding himself utterly charmed.

The moment is very ruined, though, by the appearance of the waiter. Who happens to be a shark.

This might as well happen. To Astarion: ]

That's rich, coming from you, you realize.

[astarion]

What, because I’m a vampire or a bat? I’ll have you know I had a choice in neither of these things.

[I didn’t have a choice in being a shark either! The shark waiter laughs.

Anywho, their order will be taken without issue — Astarion, of course, orders a glass of their finest blood on tap. The waiter nods approvingly as he jots it down.]

[icyspicy]

[ Winter orders some red wine (solidarity?) and an appetizer of some sort, just something to munch on while they’re hanging out. Once the shark has taken his leave, menus tucked back under his fin, Winter turns to Astarion again. ]

Well, even if this day hasn’t quite gone to plan, I still appreciate you thinking of me. It’s been delightful so far.

[astarion]

[Solidarity!

Astarion blinks at Winter, once again finding himself given a compliment, though this one is harder to know what to do with, given that it centers around pleasant company rather than beauty or handsomeness.]

Oh. Well. I am glad for that, for what it's worth. I know I said it before, but I truly am grateful that you're not... vexed about me not telling you the whole truth of what I am. We've had fun, and I'd hate to lose that.

[icyspicy]

I can't be angry at you for keeping a secret for the sake of your own survival. I'd do the same. I have done the same.

[ As Astarion well knows by now. ]

[astarion]

Ah... Yes, I suppose you have.

[He wonders at something, and wonders even more if he should even ask. But ultimately, he does, with only a mote of hesitation.]

Your parents, were you close with them?

[icyspicy]

[ The only reason Winter is surprised by the question at all is because he didn't think Astarion the type to want to talk about personal matters. Well, maybe things are different now that certain things are out in the open. ]

No, I hardly remember them at all. I grew up an orphan on the streets of Waterdeep, until I got caught with my grubby little hand in the pocket of my future boss.

[astarion]

[He isn't the type to pry into personal matters at all; only recently has he taken up the habit with his traveling companions, who have forcibly elbowed their way into the "friendship" category.

Maybe it says something about his friendship with Winter, truly growing into something more sincere, that he bothers to ask.]

Ha, I see. [And his fortunes looked up from there on out, did it? Well. He's glad for that.] And then you were taken in, I assume.

[icyspicy]

I was. And many years and one warlock pact later, I enjoy my place as the guild's second in command.

[ The story of his patron is one he still has to tell. Perhaps now is as good a time as any. ]

[astarion]

Well, we share one thing in common, at least.

[Not the bit about the patron, of course. Or even being in a guild, or being second command of anything. The fact that one's past is blurry at the edges, barely remembered.

But he's curious, now that he's broached the subject yet again.]

Though... I do think you owe me the tale of your patron, if you'd care to share it still.

[icyspicy]

I don't mind.

[ There's a bit of a pause as their waiter breezes by (swims by? how does this work) with their orders, dropping them off and taking his leave again. ]

The guild's previous second in command got it in his head that I was a threat to his position, and took it upon himself to remove me from the picture. He took me to an old ruin under the pretense of a job, buried his knife in my back, and left me.

Little did he know he'd left me in the prison of the being that would become my patron. We struck a deal, my survival for their freedom.

[astarion]

[The waiter waddles by on its tail fins. Don't ask how!]

He... did what?

[Now, such a thing isn't unheard of--the despicable nature of betrayal--especially when one runs in criminal, shady circles like Astarion once did, before all the tadpole nonsense. But it still surprises him, perhaps because imagining something happening to Winter, a friend of his, really does twist uncomfortably in his chest.]

Gods. What a cad. [He'd almost be impressed, if it had happened to someone else.] And this deal, was it... palatable?

[The warlock he knew before Winter did not, ah. Exactly get along with his patron.]

[icyspicy]

[ Teal Looney Toons energy in this place. ]

One of the archfiends themselves could have offered me a deal in that moment and I would have taken it.

[ Which, while not a pleasant "what if" to explore, is quite true. Winter had been desperate, dying and hurt and angry. Anything that gave him the opportunity to continue to draw breath would have been enough, even if it had ultimately cost him his soul. ]

But, thankfully, my patron is not so ambitious. I'm left largely to my own devices, and the most they ever ask me for, after having freed them of course, is knowledge. It's part of why I'm here. To learn new things to share with them.