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ᔕᑕᗩᖇY ᑕOᑭ ᗯ ᑎO ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪᔕ ([personal profile] limier) wrote in [community profile] faderift2017-01-15 05:14 pm

OPEN | coldest comfort, safety glass

WHO: Wren, Anders, Gwen, and OTA.
WHAT: Arrivals at Skyhold & Junk.
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace. Catchall.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: I'll edit if anything comes up!




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barracks; i apologise for this dwarf

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-18 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite sort of having been here for months - since Asher came back injured enough they thought he'd die - Yngvi doesn't really have a permanent home. Wherever he pitches his tent is good enough for him, or wherever he just casually invades. It's not stealing if you're not caught, so what if the room is left in a state, as if a small but very wild, impossibly filthy animal rampaged through it for a night stinking of cheap ale? No one can prove anything.

Maybe that's why he's watching this. Maybe that's why he's just going to invite himself to join the narrative.

"Serah, other serah" he interrupts since he's Kirkwall to the bone. "What's all this about?"
inagutterson: (Rip him open!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-18 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"These rooms? " Allow him to sound at his most merchant's guild good serah, if you even are a serah, which he very much doubts, a doglord wouldn't even let you scrub out the kennel. He won't let you scrub out the kennel, not even with your face. Though, tempting. Another time, 'serah'. "Was a Harrowmount visiting recently? No manners, but that's what happens when there's bronto and gurn in the family."

Two nugs arrive on the scene. Unsurprisingly they both belong to the dwarf. (They're two of twenty but he gave up naming them after four because he was drunk and ran of out of food-based puns that went well with them.)

"Unless it was the Orlesians from Saturnalia? I said we needed wine inspections but does anyone listen to the dwarf that's familiar with the drinking habits of people such as the de Launcets? No. No they don't." Also he has no idea who this stranger is so he should probably get on that now. "And you are, Serah?"
inagutterson: (Who?)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Like weeds they appear in his life, he did not saunter out of Kirkwall to set up shop again amidst more Templars yet they persisteth. This is how he'll dictate the letter of complaint to his boss, and her reply will predictably be 'tough shit, here's your pay'.

"Twenty-five years and able to string a whole sentence, not a lady to tangle with if you still want all your fingers and other bits. Oh the tales I could tell of Kirkwall, and the other ones I could sing."

By the way Yngvi singing is pretty much a goose farting in the fog so let's hope it's not going to come down to that.

Terrible isn't, the people they let in here to staff the place, someone should do something about it. Say, like a dwarf rummaging through their stuff and setting some traps. "On Chantry business. All this? Set up by the Divine? Right and Left Hands floating about somewhere? Somehow? Not entirely clear on how that works, seemed a bit grisly for the Chantry to have detached hands running about the place but sometimes they surprise you."

Only the Chantry only surprises him when it's being hypocritical but you can't just say that, especially when you're meant to be a stupid filthy dwarf best known for having too many nugs unleashed on the populace.

"I was given to understand," this is how people that talk without swearing every second word because oh how he is trying right now but they're so very close. He has to close his eyes. Compose himself. Like smug rich people do before they say very patronising things. Right before you get to feed them their teeth. "Mate," there it is, the danger zone Kirkwall Carta note, "that this Inquisition is for all. You saying I don't need space because I'm a dwarf?"
inagutterson: (Scoundrel!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-22 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Businessman. Legitimate businessman. From Kirkwall. You have heard of such things as business and business being conducted in Kirkwall; I know that Kirkwall is a big place, but we have many things that aren't just exploding Chantries and upjumped doglords and their questionable friends."

Neatly sidestepping the facts of the matter. Carta and mercenary. So what if the company is signed up with the Inquisition, you can't just say that anymore than he could turn around and give the lie (of his own free will) that he's some sort of merchant's guild scrub.

What's worse than Carta? Merchants. Because the Carta are honest about being thieves and stabbing you in the kidneys.

Today he'll go with the full name to see just how much that'll rattle some cages. "Yngvi Congealedinagutterson." Casual as you please, as if everyone has a surname as bizarre as that. As if he always introduces himself with a surname because usually he doesn't since he probably does have one but he's just Yngvi.
inagutterson: (You're my only friend Abu!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-25 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll see that I have this forward to my boss and her partner, one's Orlesian and the other one's from Kirkwall." One is an elf and the other is elf-blooded ex-Coterie but who counts these things in a lie like this, Yngvi is just enjoying a day making problems for tall folk.

He bows deeply to the steward with enough of a flourish that it's amazing he doesn't slip in his own sarcasm, but he manages. There are plenty of other tumbles in life for him to take.

Perhaps right about now as he whips up and around to stare up at the Templar, all 'who, me?' because clearly he has done nothing and if he has then he doesn't know him. That's how this works. "Excuse me? Which one of us has a war named after them? Weren't no dwarf wars. I'm a dwarf of business." Of course that would be Stroganugg and Rump Roast galloping along to see what the fuss is about and to skid to a halt in front of a stranger. But they're brave nugs, they'll just sniff at Wren, paw her with their creepy little nug hands.
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[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-29 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Accounts are varied," he examines the edge of a ragged thumbnail in his best impression of Rich Poncy Orlesian Lord Number Twelve, "but then aren't they all? Sneakiest wars are the ones where no one can even agree on the name, but some people have so many of them when you start putting in titles and loyalties and whatever else you fancy into the bargain."

The nug doesn't care about Yngvi's ramblings (is used to them, and threats regarding the cooking pot too) so it just nuzzles into the hand after a good sniff. If you're a dwarf of Yngvi's stature beating a hasty retreat from Orlais with a black eye, concussion, and a hail of crossbow fire, a team of them lashed to a keg are a great team of almost-mounts.

"Everything where I come from went on fire. Twice." Right so he missed the second time but oh what a jolly time it was to be fleeing the City of Chains when the Arishok let the lads off the leash. "I keep them with my associate who right now is either up in another chunk of the Frostbacks with the Avvar part of the family that gave me my name, or she's headed Amaranthine way maybe, good time of year to be in Amaranthine. Doesn't smell just as much like dogshit and fish as it usually does though that always depends on the tide. What does it smell like where you come from?"

(There are a hundred easier ways to ask. There it literally one easier way to ask this question Yngvi but that would be dull.)
inagutterson: (Gotta face the facts)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-29 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Someone that stupid? Most of them don't think Avvar know how to read but if you feel slighted enough, I can get you some goats to throw."

Most things roll off Yngvi, consequence of a Darktown childhood where you were told, in no uncertain terms, your worth at any given moment. By everyone. Even when you were making bone marrow soup with whatever you found.

By the way he can get the goats, just say the word.

"Well then!" And he brightens because you know what, you might be a Templar but congratulations, you didn't come and ruin his fair city so that's a mark in your favour. (Welcome to hell, welcome to hell!) "My sympathies because it's only fun there if you're getting paid well, and the hospitality gets worse by the year. Did you actually pick Val Royeaux? I'd only tell my boss, and she's from Halamshiral, the bit what got burned so s'not like she fuckin' loved it either."
inagutterson: (That's all and that's no joke)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-01-30 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"And now? Got good eyes now?"

Not that he's prying for any of the reasons he might be asking.

"When we left Kirkwall," breezy, as if it wasn't a mad dash with as much as they could carry when everything was on fire, and everyone was screaming, "we moved about. But our battlemaster's family is--" And he catches himself suddenly because nearly half a year and sometimes he does genuinely forget that Asher is gone the way the truth of it just steals the breath from him, "was from there. We'd stay 'tween work. I complained, bitterly. Every doglord poured into my home and he was more Avvar than farmer, ran away from all that to make a company that took me further than most everyone here."

Good thing about Asher: all the truest bits about Asher sound like a lie even if there are plenty of far more honest witnesses than him.

"Nevarra is always fun, corpse perfume tastes better than some of the wines they'll charge you sovereigns for. Or lyrium I reckon." He can prod too.
inagutterson: (Scoundrel!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-02-03 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doubt folk could sell you blue fabric dye and say it was lyrium. You'd be wise to that. Many others wouldn't." That's how you compliment people when you come from the undercity. Also he absolutely has not done that ever, why would anyone think he has, if you ask about then the only one to say so is a mage, and an Orlesian one, so clearly a disreputable source.

"These days an Orlesian farts and people get touchy. You should go. Poke the corpses, I dare you." Probably a good way to get your head separated from your shoulders but he'd do it, find some right old respected one then run up and give it a good smack on the arse before running off. "Think I'll stick with my perfume, seen some of the things what come out of Orzammar. Look like deepstalkers they do."

So, you know, his sympathies and all that but a dwarf has go to eat or he'll end up with some apostate freezing him so someone else can carve out his kidneys probably.

Snorting, and because he isn't afraid of anything- "Look, it got him some action. Lobbed a goat at a Warden and a Nevarran death mage? Ended up spending the night in their tent. Saying that it's a valid strategy for other things, easier than all the fancy courting."

Is that not the most princely thing? (If there are proper princely things don't speak to him of them, don't shatter his illusions.)
inagutterson: (Gotta face the facts)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-02-05 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Let's say you did, and let's say I had some mutually interested parties. You couldn't be persuaded to part with some dye, woman like you, doesn't need all that frippery and we know the Templar fashion choices are limited. Bit of red here, bit of purple if you ever wear that big embroidered skirt thing. Do they still wear the big skirt things?" It's been a bit since he's seen just as many of the big skirt things, he hasn't had a chance to ask about that one and the family needs intel.

He has a lot of surly older dwarves he has to report back to. Still, he'd take them and the death mage over wardens since you can't trust folk Orzammar goes about respecting and making deals with.

"Nah, it's how I got from Orlais to Skyhold. Team of twenty. Rump Roast, Nug Wellington, Stroganugg and Truffles are the heavy-hitters and the leaders of the pack. The other sixteen make up the numbers. Understudies if you like." People did indeed witness him sticking the landing when he arrived. Hint: he did not stick the landing.
inagutterson: (Street rat!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-02-08 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes Yngvi surprises even himself with how ugly his laugh is but what can you do? "What do they do to you for that? Scrubbing every privy in the Circle and as many local Chantries until the Maker himself can feel your shame? Unless you managed to tackle someone. What a way to go."

Some mages are into that, don't judge them. Smuggling letters for them in Kirkwall was boring as hell okay, you had to amuse yourself somehow and reading the letters was a) part of the job because you never know what you'll find and b) a way to stave off the boredom of 'alas and woe, I am bereft in my tower with a real bed and regular meals provided to me for no charge'. Mages. Also Templars but Templars at least bought things more often than not.

You're alright Wren. You're alright. You will never be rid of him. Speaking of which...

He swings himself up somewhat proudly, scoops a nug right up to his face to admire the frankly hideous visage that no longer seems so terrified of him as it was before he answers. "How do you get anything going? Threats. Said I'd start eating them if they didn't get themselves moving. People race them anyway - get one going in a direction, rest of them all go because they're smart enough to realise 'shit, time to go' but not smart enough to scatter." That's good dwarven instinct there. Scattering. Invented by them. He'll fight anyone that says otherwise.
inagutterson: (You're my only friend Abu!)

[personal profile] inagutterson 2017-02-11 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Valid strategy is valid strategy, you should go submit that one to the higher-ups here. Bet it's smarter than some of the other shit like making nice to ponces."

There's too much nonsense going on, everyone just needs to get back to basics. Old school. Just really go for it and see what actually gets done when you rely on instinct instead of fretting about the silverware.

"There's a trick. We only know it up on the surface, surface born only because Orzammar just pollutes you something rotten and that's nothing against the casteless because that's not their fault they got a raw deal but the rest of them? Toss 'em all on the midden I say." Orzammar if you've got your people listening he's putting you on blast, run back and tell Bhelen that the surfacers still hate you thanks. "Oh those things? They got some a while back, in the stables but they aren't what they're cracked up to be. One farted and killed the stable boy then the dracolisks tore out his liver. Tragic."

How handy that Yngvi is spreading the belief of Gallows statues-that-walked-that-one night worship amongst the Kirkwall masses then, what is it with these Kirkwall fringe beliefs eh?