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doneisdone) wrote2016-03-30 12:32 am
doneisdone) wrote2016-03-30 12:32 am
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[Correspond at your own risk.]
Ah, that. No. You've enough to do, and it's truly no bother at all.
...well, there is a bother, but we've already covered that. Naturally he ran crying to you. For that I apologize, his was the only time I intended to waste.
...well, there is a bother, but we've already covered that. Naturally he ran crying to you. For that I apologize, his was the only time I intended to waste.
Cheeky.
[He gets a light cuff upside the head.]
Don't think I'm not onto you.
...also, you owe me a present.
[He gets a light cuff upside the head.]
Don't think I'm not onto you.
...also, you owe me a present.
Glad to hear it. You can leave them in my tent at your leisure.
[they might as well be strangers.]
[they might as well be strangers.]
Consider it done.
[ praise the fucking maker. ahem. she clears her throat, slips back into something more like her previous remove, ]
Warden Daesun will be assisting the Inquisition’s attempts at Chantry outreach.
I have worked closely with the majority of those involved; however, my acquaintance with her is more passing. Though I do not doubt her enthusiasm or character, I had hopes you might speak to her particular strengths — or refer me to another who might.
[ praise the fucking maker. ahem. she clears her throat, slips back into something more like her previous remove, ]
Warden Daesun will be assisting the Inquisition’s attempts at Chantry outreach.
I have worked closely with the majority of those involved; however, my acquaintance with her is more passing. Though I do not doubt her enthusiasm or character, I had hopes you might speak to her particular strengths — or refer me to another who might.
Introduced herself, mainly.
[ s o ]
We've need to handle a matter of some sensitivity — one involving the bereaved. I have placed her in charge of a portion; I should sooner know if she will require assistance, with it.
[ 'can she chill the fuck out when talking about people's dead family or do i need to make this a group effort' ]
[ s o ]
We've need to handle a matter of some sensitivity — one involving the bereaved. I have placed her in charge of a portion; I should sooner know if she will require assistance, with it.
[ 'can she chill the fuck out when talking about people's dead family or do i need to make this a group effort' ]
Edited 2017-06-07 09:56 (UTC)
Ah, I see. [A pause.]
To be quite plain, Kaisa's like as the best you'll find for the role. Bless her, the girl's more heart than brain.
To be quite plain, Kaisa's like as the best you'll find for the role. Bless her, the girl's more heart than brain.
[A substantial pause, which begins shocked and ends in a vaguely amused:] Well hello.
[Consider her attention grabbed.]
Allow me to put on my good gloves.
Allow me to put on my good gloves.
Third floor of the mage tower, towards the back. There's a disused classroom.
[ The Maker doesn't smile on wastefulness. He doesn't smile on fuckall, but Wren can readily concede there aren't enough resources in the world to spare upon the catharsis of every perceive slight.
But not all the furniture of the Gallows can be reclaimed or resold. Some is too damaged for anything save firewood, and with an axe happily in hand —
The sounds of splintering wood are likely directions enough. ]
[ The Maker doesn't smile on wastefulness. He doesn't smile on fuckall, but Wren can readily concede there aren't enough resources in the world to spare upon the catharsis of every perceive slight.
But not all the furniture of the Gallows can be reclaimed or resold. Some is too damaged for anything save firewood, and with an axe happily in hand —
The sounds of splintering wood are likely directions enough. ]
[This seems worth some concern, but also piques Teren's curiosity. Well well.
She arrives around half an hour with a jug of wine, which she begins to uncork with her teeth as she enters the room. If Wren is still beating on the furniture, Teren takes a seat and enjoys the show. If Wren is taking a break, the bottle is offered to her wordlessly.]
She arrives around half an hour with a jug of wine, which she begins to uncork with her teeth as she enters the room. If Wren is still beating on the furniture, Teren takes a seat and enjoys the show. If Wren is taking a break, the bottle is offered to her wordlessly.]
[ She takes a swig and passes it over, wipes her mouth along the back of a sweaty hand. ]
Merci.
[ Wren's distantly aware that leaning on an axe in her undershirt looking hungry for blood isn’t the ideal image to project — for the Chantry, for the Inquisition, for her own shambling reputation.
But fuck it. They’ve both seen worse of each other. ]
Care for a turn?
[ She lifts her brows to the axe, a glance back to Teren. She’s stronger than the first impression of bony arms would give (a decidedly blurry memory, that). It seems only fair to offer. ]
Merci.
[ Wren's distantly aware that leaning on an axe in her undershirt looking hungry for blood isn’t the ideal image to project — for the Chantry, for the Inquisition, for her own shambling reputation.
But fuck it. They’ve both seen worse of each other. ]
Care for a turn?
[ She lifts her brows to the axe, a glance back to Teren. She’s stronger than the first impression of bony arms would give (a decidedly blurry memory, that). It seems only fair to offer. ]
[Teren takes back the bottle and swigs from it herself, her eyes wandering over the disaster area. Wren was thorough.]
Not for me, [she declines,] I hate splinters. But by all means, don't let me stop you. [She gestures back to the axe.]
What's got a bee in your bonnet, then?
Not for me, [she declines,] I hate splinters. But by all means, don't let me stop you. [She gestures back to the axe.]
What's got a bee in your bonnet, then?
Apparently,
[ She swipes a stray curl aside, frowns at the remains of a shelf like it’s insulted her personally. ]
I am going deaf, seeking revenge, and attempting to hide my many wrongs over a situation which does not concern me —
[ I mean. The hiding things part, yeah, but that's hardly relevant. She hefts the axe, slams it down upon a bench. Boards crack, ]
— Always the same bloody bullshit.
[ That this probably clarifies absolutely nothing, wellp. ]
[ She swipes a stray curl aside, frowns at the remains of a shelf like it’s insulted her personally. ]
I am going deaf, seeking revenge, and attempting to hide my many wrongs over a situation which does not concern me —
[ I mean. The hiding things part, yeah, but that's hardly relevant. She hefts the axe, slams it down upon a bench. Boards crack, ]
— Always the same bloody bullshit.
[ That this probably clarifies absolutely nothing, wellp. ]
[Teren takes a seat on a broken chair and swigs thoughtfully from the wine, considering Wren's words.]
Sounds a lot, [she decides.] For what it's worth, your hearing seems perfectly serviceable, seeking revenge is among the more lucrative pastimes I've found, and nosing into situations which don't concern you is really just part of being a woman who talks.
[She takes another drink.]
A bigger axe might be in order.
Sounds a lot, [she decides.] For what it's worth, your hearing seems perfectly serviceable, seeking revenge is among the more lucrative pastimes I've found, and nosing into situations which don't concern you is really just part of being a woman who talks.
[She takes another drink.]
A bigger axe might be in order.
Do not give me ideas.
[ Maybe two bigger axes. She shakes her head, mutters. ]
The Champion. The Queen. The Empress. The Herald. The pissing Divine and every unlucky Chantry sister that raised their sorry hides,
[ Thwack. ]
And the moment that I lift my voice, I am being excessive.
[ She picks a scrap of wood from her hair, flicks it onto the heap. Surely, this isn’t excessive at all! ]
If you’ve tits then you need be temperate, still, everyone’s fucking mother. [ Thwack. ] Men in their thirties! With rank and command, and laudable passion,
[ Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. ]
[ Maybe two bigger axes. She shakes her head, mutters. ]
The Champion. The Queen. The Empress. The Herald. The pissing Divine and every unlucky Chantry sister that raised their sorry hides,
[ Thwack. ]
And the moment that I lift my voice, I am being excessive.
[ She picks a scrap of wood from her hair, flicks it onto the heap. Surely, this isn’t excessive at all! ]
If you’ve tits then you need be temperate, still, everyone’s fucking mother. [ Thwack. ] Men in their thirties! With rank and command, and laudable passion,
[ Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. ]
[Teren finds herself watching Wren, pensive and sipping from the wine, as calm as the other woman is outraged.]
Yet their passion leads to their deaths, or those of others, [she muses, rising to her feet and crossing to stand behind the Templar.] King Cailin, Grand Duke Gaspard. Maferath. Hessarian. [Still holding the wine, she toys with a bit of Wren's hair, a gesture that could be doting or have a different meaning entirely.]
Andraste was burned alive by the men she loved. Still, it's she who stands exalted in the chantries. The fools don't know what they've got until it's too late.
Yet their passion leads to their deaths, or those of others, [she muses, rising to her feet and crossing to stand behind the Templar.] King Cailin, Grand Duke Gaspard. Maferath. Hessarian. [Still holding the wine, she toys with a bit of Wren's hair, a gesture that could be doting or have a different meaning entirely.]
Andraste was burned alive by the men she loved. Still, it's she who stands exalted in the chantries. The fools don't know what they've got until it's too late.
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