Entry tags:
your pose as the dust settled around us
WHO: HERIAN and some others.
WHAT: some open stuff, some closed stuff; basically a belated catch all.
WHEN: through September
WHERE: various, I think all Kirkwall
NOTES: some of the open stuff will have caps for how many tag-ins I'll be able to handle, just for variety's sake
WARNINGS: Nothing as yet, but I have an opt-out over here for particular topics with Herian (or just CR with her generally) as there is potential for themes of PTSD, torture, and generally terrible things.
WHAT: some open stuff, some closed stuff; basically a belated catch all.
WHEN: through September
WHERE: various, I think all Kirkwall
NOTES: some of the open stuff will have caps for how many tag-ins I'll be able to handle, just for variety's sake
WARNINGS: Nothing as yet, but I have an opt-out over here for particular topics with Herian (or just CR with her generally) as there is potential for themes of PTSD, torture, and generally terrible things.
OPEN: in the alienage
OPEN: in hightown
More to be added! If you'd like a specific set up then get in touch and we can plot up a storm.
OPEN — in hightown. 3 max per option pls.
It is no threat.
( And though she speaks as evenly and patiently as ever, she sounds Exceedingly Done in the same moment. ) The forest is a symbol is healing, not a declaration of war.
( One of the two men she is speaking with replies, their tone escalating in anger. Mentions of poison, of deception, of hiding. Herian's jaw flexes, muscles shifting under her skin, visibly tense. ) The forest holds plans that heal, ser. It is not the storehouse of toxic foliage you would warp it into.
( Perhaps, just maybe, her temper is starting to sound a tad frayed. A tad.
(And, if you want the extra spicy option: one of them is reaching for their sword.) )
OPTION B: OLAF'S ARMOURY
( Oh she cannot afford any of the things in here
BUT THIS RED STEEL CHESTPLATE IS SO PRETTY
She sighs. Arguably not so well suited to her means of fighting, and she turns instead to the small blades. )
What materials are these available— ( Oh, that sure isn't the shopkeep. ) My apologies.
A
[Though he has addressed all present, he certainly is standing nearby the lady and is particularly giving the gentlemen a patient look.]
lmk if her recognising him doesn't work for you, I can happily edit and rework :]b
perhaps that is why she finds herself so situated, with a Sekker at her side. (She favours those who serve the Chantry, and yet she has a slight uneasiness.)
Her jaw flexes, though the gesture is indication of taking a moment to think, making sure she she can carefully gather up and control any threads of her temper that might have become a little too raw. )
I would be glad for us to part ways amicably. ( An acknowledgement, a hope, and though one of the men steps forward, his friend puts a hand on his shoulder. Hopefully a good start? Hopefully... )
it's all good
He understands reeling in frayed tempers all too well, gathering up control. He's had longer to attempt to perfect it. It's not, perhaps, something anyone truly perfects.]
In fact, I find the most amicable solution to be parting ways with no more words or...anything else...being thrown. [In case of fists. He takes no issue with putting someone on the ground in front of everyone if the need is there. Malcolm does not start fights, but he sure as shit finishes them.] Live to pick a fight another day, let the cooler heads prevail. Surely there's no need to brawl here no matter what the issue.