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[paragonbrosca]

 [The video feed activates, revealing a disheveled but still upright Aren, Barkspawn peering over her shoulder. Where they are isn't identifiable, except that she's sitting with her back against a wall.]

So, we've heard plenty of amazing pep-talks. I'm not here to be redundant. I just want to say a couple of things, that's all. 

First off: Don't be a dumbass and fight past your limit.  If you have the chance to rest up and heal, for fuck's sake, take it. If you're around and need backup, let me know. Yeah, I know those nug-humpers are watching us, but at this point it's not about stealth, is it? Barkspawn and I are pretty damn fast on our feet when we need to be. [Barkspawn huffs, looking smug.]

Second, I don't know about you but I like to party as hard has I fight. I said it before to just one person but now I'm saying it to everyone else; once we're done with these assholes, I say we grab a keg and have a hang-out at the hot springs. I'm not going into details before they're all accounted for, but, you know. It's something to keep in mind. 

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ She'll be looking at a disheveled but still upright Curufin! But he's chuckling at her characterization of their Null opponents as "nug-humpers." He'll remember that, next time he's screaming insults at them to distract them from some target other than himself. ]

In our circumstances, another amazing pep-talk would never be amiss.

That's good advice, not to fight past our limits. [ Not that Curufin will actually take this advice, but he certainly agrees with her common-sense. ]

Thanks, I'll call you if I get into another bad situation. [ As if all the situations he's gotten into since the Null arrived were not BAD SITUATIONS? ] Say, what's your canine companion's name?

And I can totally support that idea of a keg-party! If I don't see you during the battle, I'll see you at the hot springs.

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[restinglichface]

[It's been a long fight, exhaustion seeping right into the elf's very bones by this point in the battle. She's spent decades fighting and running and burning herself up to save others, but the constant, never-ending combat of this fight is just so much more than Lup's used to.

Still, she's grinning when she answers Aren's broadcast, a deep cut over her brow but her eyes dancing at the idea of a good soak in the hot springs. She can't wait.]

Count me in on that after party, sis.

[musicandmovement]

[There is one thing and one thing only that Ty is zeroing in on during this whole post.]

You have a dog? Where did you get it?

... Its name is Barkspawn?

[bythewaves]

You are looking about as weary as I feel, Lady Aren!

[ Maglor's eyes are still burning an uneathly silver, the grey lit from behind by inhuman flame, but he doesn't look to be falling over any time soon (then again, he's also both an actor and an accomplished liar) ]

I am glad to see you both well though.