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Hello? Hello?

[Is this odd looking sending crystal on? He hopes so, or else he must look very silly holding this thing to his face and talking to nothing.]

Greetings, fellow captives. [He says with the most charming smile.]

I am Zevran, or Zev to my friends. It seems we will be together for some time, and I'll be cooking for you. [Ohhhhh boy who put an assassin in the kitchen and thought this was a good idea?]

Might as well be friendly, yes? I have been told we are all from different places. How exciting. I wonder if you all could tell me something about your world. I'm curious. I'll start, how about that?

I am from Thedas. Where Humans, Elves, Dwarfs and Qunari live-- there maybe others from my world here, I haven't had the chance to look yet. Anyways, I am from the country Antiva, home of the finest wine in the world, which I could really use some of that right now. If anyone knows where there is a bar it would be much appreciated.

[He says that last part with smirk.]

So tell me, what's your world like?

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Cats?

[That's an odd question. He lifts his hand to the MID. He really needs to familiaze himself with this this.]

I don't mind them. I've never had a pet before.

[He says this as his fingers poke and the MID beeps. He has no idea what he is doing.]

[Bucky nods, pleased with that answer even if his expression doesn't show it. This is the first person he's met here that didn't have an immediate issue with him and he'd like to see him again. That might mean that Sugar is there.]

I have one. A cat.

[He glances down at the MID, leans in a little to see what Zevran is doing.]

Have you used one of these before?

It came from-- where ever you were?

[He was about to make a comment on how lucky Bucky was that the animal didn't get lost to space like his daggers and boots did. But then he looks down and notices that Bucky is barefoot as well.]

No, this magic is foreign to me. A question if I may, did you lose anything when you arrived?

She did. She came out of a closet.

[Bucky says it seriously, no hint of teasing or joking in his voice. Considering all that he's been through and everything this place is, he doesn't think that's so strange anymore.]

Here. [He drags his fingers across the MID, tapping until he gets to the map.] My shoes and shirt. Did you lose anything?

[He gives a small look at that. A closet? Well, then his world must have been one that has magic. Even back home though, he never heard of things coming out of closets that weren't old tales. He then glances back down to his MID and watches what Bucky does. He makes it seem easy.]

Thanks. [He stares at the map for a moment. At least the kitchen should be easier to find now.] Two daggers and my boots.

[Uhg...his poor leather boots. He looks down at the ones on his feet now. They definitely aren't the same.] I've down graded severely.

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[His boots. Bucky could understand removing a weapon, though they lose them on the way in, but why are people's shoes disappearing?]

They're not so bad.

[Bucky smiles, slight, mouth curved up on one side.]

Tell me about where you're from.

[That's something that they can compare. See what matches and what's different.]

No, they aren't terrible. Just comparing them to antivan leather boots that's nearly a crime.

[His poor boots.]

Originally I'm from Antiva City in Antiva. It's a big trading port, ships coming in and out all the time. Very busy place. Known for their leather and their wine.

[Ah home...he's getting wistful already.]

But when I was taken, I was in Ferleden. A county to the south on business.

[Bucky nods down the hall, beginning to follow the map as he listens to Zevran speak.]

Not familiar. [With any of those places. He's not surprised.] What business?

[He has no right to know and he wouldn't be upset if the other decided not to tell him. Bucky's suspicious of everyone, doesn't trust easily, but it's more than that, he can't learn to trust anyone or make friends if he doesn't try.

Though, there's something he wants to know more.]

Are everyone's ears the same as yours?

[The markings, too.]

The business of blood. [He says with little care. He glances to Bucky, wondering if he will get a reaction.] I'm an assassin.

[It's so casual. Like he actually said he is a salesman or something. He quickly looks forward again as they head down the hall.]

No, I'm an elf. Qunari have pointed ears as well but they have horns.

[Bucky tenses. His shoulders go tight, his face blank, and his eyes hollow out. It’s a rough and gut-clenching reaction to finding out that his companion is an assassin. Suspicious that they’d share such a career choice, but Bucky knows Hydra. This isn’t that.]

Most people wouldn’t admit that.

[He glances over, and almost smiles when Zevran says elf. It sounds like something out of a story, but Wonderland has desensitized him slightly.]

I’ve never met an elf before.

It's something to be proud of where I'm from.

[People feared him when he said he was a Crow. They no longer looked down on him or saw him as only an elf. He was important as a Crow, even if the organization he serves sees him as little less than a blade to be handled.]

Well, glad I'm the first your meeting them. Not all of us are as great as I am.

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Where I'm from it's kept a secret.

[For personal safety and to keep the organization from having weak spots. It's clear they come from different worlds, and Bucky doesn't know what it'd be like to live in a world where what he did was public knowledge. Something to be proud of, even.]

Nobody knows. You're a ghost.

[His mouth quirks, shoulders relaxing.]

Is that so?

That must be boring.

[All those adventures, and no one to tell them too? He couldn't imagine. He grins when he sees him relax.]

Best I've ever met.

[He might be just a little full of himself. He comes to a pause as his MID starts to beep. The map says they have reached just outside of the kitchens.] I guess this is it.

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[Bucky's opinions on his previous 'career' are marred by how it was forced and not a choice. He might have liked the adventure, the excitement, a long time ago, but he can honestly say that right now he wouldn't pick that life for himself.]

Let's find out.

[He pushes the door open. There's cabinets and doors and shelves. Bound to be something somewhere.]

I'll take this side.

[He crouches down and starts opening things up, reaching in to move boxes and bottles around.]

[Zevran takes a few steps into the kitchen and over to the side across from Bucky. He is staring. He can't help it, the man is built and has thighs that can probably lead him to heaven. He thanks the Maker for the view before he moves and hops onto the counter. He stands to reach the highest cabinet, the sound of bottles clicking together can be heard as he searches.

He doesn't recognize any of these words, brands, or even logos. He thought that being in space they might have at least one thing from his world. He pulls out a strange deep purple, nearly red liquid that when he opens the bottle smells of brandy. It's something, what he isn't sure.]

Jackpot? [He questions as he holds the bottle to the light on the ceiling.] Maybe, it's something.

[Not having any luck, he moves to one of the taller cabinets and opens it to look inside. He could feel the other man's eyes on him as he'd bent down. When applying what he knows, the man is an assassin and an elf, he'd want to say that it's a threat, but he'd caught the barest glimpse of the way he'd looked at him - it'd been appreciative, nothing else. Bucky doesn't know what to do with that. He's worried that if they get close, he'll disappear again and leave someone else behind.

It's getting way ahead of things, he knows, but it's a thought he can't get out of his head.

That doesn't stop him from turning around to watch him as he climbs up on the counter, muscles in Zevran's back and shoulders moving under his clothes as he stretches and reaches. He's strong, gracefully so, and Bucky's still watching as he lifts the bottle.]

Only one way to find out.

[With the wine in his hand he sits back on the counter. He turns the bottle in his hand and stares at it for a moment before he opens the bottle top and brings it to his nose. It smells strong and has a deep musk to it.]

Let's test it then.

[He grins before he brings the bottle to his lips and tilts it back. It's just as strong as it smells, but it's smooth on the way down his throat. One gulp is all he can take, and that's probably all he needs because he already feels light headed as he extends it to Bucky.]

Thats...it's something.

[Bucky's quiet as he moves closer, stopping close enough to Zevran that he can smell the strong scent of the alcohol with every soft inhale.]

It's good?

[He slips his hand up the bottle and curls his fingers, only taking it when the elf assassin has released his hold. The color of the liquor is odd, though he is on a space ship so it might be normal, and the other appears to be doing fine after drinking it. Bucky tips it back, a sip to gauge the taste and then a longer pull that leaves a small amount running down his chin. The first drink hits him before he's swallowed the second and he reaches out to steady himself, a hand gripping Zevran's knee unknowingly.]

That's.. wow.

Wow is right.

[He grins as he leans forward just slightly. He reaches for the bottle again, wanting another sip before he felt he had too much. He wondered just how much of this he could take before he couldn't stand. He knew his normal limits, but just one drink and he was already feeling something.]

Now, I'm not normally a lightweight. But...[He taps the bottle with a finger before he takes it from Bucky.] Maker, that will put a druffalo on its ass.

[He takes another quick sip, and he regrets it immediately. It burns that time, and had a bitter after taste. He coughs as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his other goes to the hand on his knee as he starts to laugh.]

How is it?

[Bucky can feel it in his stomach, spreading out to all his limbs and making his fingers and toes tingle with warmth. It's fast, and it's actually working on him, both should send up alarm bells, but it doesn't. He can relax, just once, and not worry about what might happen. He's still lucid enough to have control over himself, that's what matters most.]

I haven't been drunk in seventy years.

[He says it softly, surprise heavy in his voice.]

Didn't think I could anymore.

[What's a druffalo, he wants to ask, but the word sounds silly, makes him smile at the elf as he presses in closer to chase that bottle. He snags it to take another drink, settling between Zevran's legs and handing it back to rest his other hand on his other knee.]

Strong. [A pause.] Let's do somethin'.

Forgive me-

[He must have heard wrong. The alcohol must be affecting his ears or something. Because the last time he checked humans didn't look like that at over 70.]

Is your sense of time not the same in my world?

[There was no way.

He took that bottle back and gave it one more quick swing before he taps out and sets it down. He figured out his limit rather quickly.]

Something? [His eyes flash down Bucky's body as he stares. He can't help but stare. He is so close. The weight is nice to feel against him. He smiles, his gaze now enticing.] Like what?

I'm not sure.

[Time was relative or so that's how it'd been explained to him. Seventy years for him might not be quite the same for Zevran, but even then, Bucky doesn't look like the average human would at his age.]

It's not important.

[They could talk about that later. Much, much later.

Bucky's hands ride a little higher - he's loose and relaxed - and more comfortable in his body than he's been in years. It's the booze, probably, and the beautiful blond whose space he happens to be occupying.]

We'll spar. [Bucky lifts a brow, teeth worrying his lower lip briefly.] Yeah?

Test our skill.

[How odd he thinks, but then Bucky drops the subject and moves onto another. He grins when he feels those strong hands on his thighs, but when he leans in Bucky finishes his thought. It's not in the direction Zevran had thought.]

You want to fight me? [He chuckles as he leans back, not missing a beat. His fingers tap against Bucky's shiny metal hand as his tongue clicks in his mouth. He nods.]

You think you can keep up with me?

[nothing wrong with a playful challenge.]

No, not fight.

[Bucky's eyes widen, flicking down to the touch on his metal hand. It's the first time someone's touched him there, and he can't look away.]

Spar. I don't want to fight. [His voice sounds vague, distant.] From one assassin to another, maybe you'll have to keep up with me.

[He lifts their hands together, careful not to dislodge Zevran's tapping fingers, the metal soft and almost dull in the low kitchen lighting.]

I can feel that. Couldn't do that with the other one.

[Curling their hands together, he dances them around one another playfully. A touch of giddiness creeps into his voice, an emotion long since unfelt.]

It's amazing.

[Zevran's hand is loose. He let's Bucky lead what happens. He isn't use to asking or being asked up he wants. He takes what he can get, and this affection while simple, is welcomed.

He doesn't see it as odd when Bucky react in such a way. He didnt realise that the hand is new. He didn't know how to bring it up exactly.]

From one to another you say?

[Interesting. He wonders how the Crows match up to other assassin guilds in the universe. It's been so long sense he fought without a sense of life or death, he hopes he remembers how.]

Your arm, is it magic? It looks almost Dwarven.

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