Warden Kaisa Daesun (
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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers
WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE:Camp Shady Fuckers The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE:
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads
Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.
Middle of the blighted night
[He's awake sometimes, this time of night, stressing to no end, and tonight playing with Purrelden hasn't helped. Walking around the camp is clearly in order until he runs into Alistair.]
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You're either going to need a better line or to come back with flowers.
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I'd go for flowers, but I'd break Beleth's heart. And Zevran's. You're quite the popular catch, it seems. Maybe I'll skip any more lines too, because I think the two of them could quite effectively teach me a thing about messing with their bedwarmer.
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[ Rightly so. He isn't wearing a coat or cloak now, and his nose is red but otherwise he seems unbothered. ]
How are you holding up?
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[He doesn't know Alistair that well yet. The guy's decent, Zevran counts him as friend, which means the deflection the former Templar gets is humor instead of anger, but it's still deflection.]
I'm not dead, bleeding out, or currently facing a dragon. This means that on the scale of where my life has gone, tonight is doing very well. I'd offer to update you if a dragon lands on top of us but I think everyone would notice. Probably. Also, not currently in the mud. That's a plus. Yourself?
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[ While they're deflecting and all. He shuffles his feet and goes back to fidgeting with his pendant and looking at the sky. ]
I don't know that I would mind a dragon about now. I hate waiting.
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That have anything to do with waiting? Or dragons? Please let it be the former, because I always mind dragons. I've run into three, and have no desire to deal with a fourth.
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[ He gives it another turn, demonstratively, three more now. ]
Three dragons, huh?
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[There's amusement in his voice. It's definitely the latter. He's got a pair of useless, sentimental items himself.]
One high, one... normal, as normal as they ever get, and one bone. As in, animated bones. That last one was entirely Jonas' fault, which likely comes as no surprise. "Gather the bones," he said. "We can make things from them," he said. "Oops not that!" he yelled.
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[ He starts off grinning at the dragon descriptions, and then—not grinning. There's still a smile, but it's obviously lingering out of duty. ]
That does sound like something he would do. I swear on Andraste's ashen fingerbones we disturbed every ancient altar we... [ That's it, that's the entirety of his ability to talk about Cousland and sound pleasant at the same time. ] Hawke isn't [ wasn't ] any better, I'd say. Maybe worse. I'm sure you're thrilled to be back with the Wardens, where it's sliiiiightly safer.
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It doesn't seem to matter who I'm with, I keep winding up in the Deep Roads. At least this group knows not to touch the things that are obviously going to be harmful if you take a moment to simply look at them. Or seems to. I suppose the proof will happen when we're down there and something looks valuable and deadly.
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[ Right. Anyway, the actual abomination isn't allowed to judge him for occasionally inadvertently stepping into a trap. He bounces on his feet for a moment, fidgety. ]
I'm not a Templar, you know, but I do a pretty good imitation, if you ever need one—to make people calm down, I mean.
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[It's said as lightly as he can manage. Alistair can't know what being Silenced is like.]
It's not a good idea. Even for a break. Silence is stressful as it is, feeling like a part of you is simply not there, but I'd not be prepared for when he came back, full of fury.
[He hesitates before continuing. They're walking on thin conversational ice here.]
If... If I'm ever slipping with control, then it could be, would be useful. If my eyes are blue, if my skin looks like it's cracking in a thousand places to show blue underneath, Silence will knock him back and buy a respite. A chance to regather, deal with what caused that.
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[ Them is illustrated by a thumb jerked toward the fortress, torches and lit windows visible in the dark. ]
But I'll keep an eye out for skin cracking thing, too. [ He smiles a little. ] Does that hurt? It sounds like it would hurt.
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[Now he feels a little stupid.]
I thought, with the whole Templar mention... Right. Sorry. Though if you've any sway to keep another one from punching me, I'd appreciate that. I didn't even...
[He trails off, shakes his head. Less mopey in camp. He'd promised Zevran.]
Skin cracking. No. Or, I don't think so. By the time that happens I'm not exactly aware of what's going on anymore.
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I've been hit three times since dropping the alias. One of them I provoked. He was being an idiot so I was a deliberate jerk back. But the Templar I didn't. Nerva. I was greeted by a former patient by name, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, her standing over me and glaring.
[He frowns.]
If I thought it would do anything I would have tried to find a superior officer, but I'm... me.
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[ As if that's the problem. ]
I don't know that they'll put anyone in the stocks on my account, but I'll—if you need anyone to stand behind you and look stern, next time you go up there, let me know.
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Actually, I'm thinking about growing it longer and braiding it. Loops upon loops of braids, all very modern, very complicated. What do you think? Could you stand behind me and look stern instead of bursting into snickers if I wore it like that?
[It's strangely nice to be able to talk about something and have it treated lightly. Not dismissed. Not ignored. But considered and then addressed in a relaxed way. It's different, too.]
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[ Then it wouldn't matter. #problemsolving ]
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[Not like he's about to go for long, complicated braids; Justice is annoyed with the time it takes him to get ready in the morning as it is, and he's not taking nearly as much time as he used to. But he doesn't want to be entirely serious right now.]
Provided Zevran doesn't absolutely object to a fancy hairdo. He might have something to say about it not suiting the shape of my face.
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[Actually, the bread sound really good right now.]
Slightly above 'finding excuses to hike in mud again,' however.