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[ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

WHO: Adelaide, Suitors, Spectators
WHAT: A series of disastrous encounters
WHEN: Throughout Cloudreach
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: OOC POST.

The last day of Drakonis brings a familial attache to Skyhold. François is a stern, formal, and unyielding man at the beginning of the month- hounding Adelaide to make certain she meets each appointed suitor, one for lunch, one for dinner, chaperoning the meetings in hopes of finding a suitable match for the sole single LeBlanc. It becomes rapidly apparent that despite his best efforts, it is for naught. Adelaide, despite being forced into moderate finery and made to sit and bear the company of these men, is less than amused and determined to at least get some paperwork done between meetings. Or during if the conversation is that dull.

The set up for each, unless the suitor has his own mind about the matter, remains the same. Simple and elegant, a table in the garden that is public enough to not be improper, private enough to not invite undue observation, and comfortable enough to suit their needs. The meals are as fine as François can manage with Skyhold's resources and the coin provided for the meetings, each accompanied by Antivan or Orlesian wine. As the month progresses Adelaide's temper grows short and François' patience goes thin. Deviating from the Dossier is not recommended but- desperate times? Desperate measures.

He starts seeking out the clean and respectable looking, dragging them to the table and plopping them in the chair and instructing them to talk, for the love of the Maker.

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Duke Humperdink.

[ She lets the name hang in the air between them in all its resplendent glory. ]

Apparently he is well known for hunting, tracking, and his right hand man Comte Rugen, a man with six fingers and an odd obsession with pain.

A man who thinks he can hunt, and his masochistic friend? That's an interesting person to pair you with. They must be getting desperate to find someone. [He shoots her a half smile before snagging some of that inviting wine. God, he swears that he's going to become an alcoholic once this was all over.]

He must of had some interesting stories to tell you.

I am past the usual age for betrothal, a mage, and involved with the Inquisition. Pickings are slim for any one of these things, but for all of them?

[ Whether her sigh is exasperated or exhausted, she can't even tell anymore. ]

So many tales of tracking pheasants.

I'm sure if things were running like usual, we wouldn't be here right now. You'd be doing whatever mages do and I'd be doing what I do.

[Kind of bittersweet in truth, that it would take a cataclysmic event to bring people together like this. To change... Walker takes a drink, feeling a bit more alive as the burn ran down his throat.]

Pheasants? [Well he is a fearless hunter isn't he? The man thinks for a moment.] So how long have you been sitting here?

Research and instruction, more or less.

[ Not this Orlesian Noble Bullshit, but if it keeps her mother from arranging a marriage behind her back? She'll endure. ]

And the occasional fennec. [ She flips to her next page of notes, looking for Martin's chart. ] Today? Four hours. It has been at least four or five every day since the beginning of the month.

[He raised an eyebrow, leaning back against his seat, watching her as she searched for something. Always a busy bee isn't she?]

What's keeping you here? [As far as he can tell she could just leave whenever she wants to, though that may incur the wrath of her chaperone and family.]

Obligation.

[ At least she is fed well, supplied with wine, and has time enough to compile notes. ]

It could be worse. I could be an actual noble instead of a technical one- and this would be all the more public.

Don't gotta do what you don't want too.

[Well at least they're feeding her and keeping her nice and drunk! That is always a plus...and she probably needs that wine.]

I suppose? Hasn't it already been made semi-public? [At least locally.]

How wonderful it must be to live in a world where that is actually true.

[ Duty and obligation make up the bulk of any world's motivators- Martin had been in some manner of military, she doubts everything he has done has been something he wanted. ]

What, the notice on the board? Hardly. There would be another soiree, if my memory serves, and it'd take several days of dancing, drinking, and negotiating to find anyone suitable. In Val Royeaux. I prefer this as it is the lesser of two evils.

It's true, but you still have to deal with the consequences.

[He may be a soldier, but he's also independently minded, comes from a culture where that's held on a pedestal. Not everything that he's done was done through an order. Though he's not certain what such a thing means anymore, or how grand having independence over ones self is. Not after the things he's seen and done. Regardless, he shakes the thoughts from mind for now, saving them for later, and allowing the wine to wash them away.]

Hm...least they gave you free drinks and food. [He said, eyeing the table wi a small smile playing on his lips.] ...But if you were looking for someone, what would want in them?

Anyone that would claim otherwise is likely selling something. Or leading a cult.

[ Or both, truly. For the moment she's- not entirely content, but resigned. This is her position for the time being until the month is up and she might move on with her life. ]

An understanding that my work comes first. More than that? Intelligent and opinionated, they need not agree with me on every count- in fact I'd prefer it if they did not. There is no growth or continued interest without debate or discussion. They would have to be comfortable with the fact that I am a mage, stubborn enough to remind me when I am overworking myself and permissive enough to allow me the same courtesy when they do so as well.

[He can tell and won't press it any further than he already has. It's her decision, not his.]

Admirable qualities. [He agreed, thinking for a moment before taking notice of the papers she was looking through, and then gives it a pointed stare.] You mean like how, even now, you're still working?

[Not that he minds, of course. It was said more in as best of a teasing manner as he could muster.]

Until I can find a spell that will have these reports written for me? Yes. I am working- while we are here I meant to ask if there has been any change in your mark since we last spoke of it.

[ She flips to his notes in particular, brows lifted, a hint of a smirk curling at her lips. ]

I do not have enough hours in the day to not work for the course of a meal.

Never is enough hours in the day.

[They're called unpaid interns and underpaid assistants, Adele. But his own lips quirked up into a smirk in return, maybe a bit more subdued but it was there.]

If you had a computer that would be done in moments.... [Then he shook his head after a bit of wistful reminiscing.]

Not much change I suppose. Of course I haven't really been paying it much mind. Been too busy teaching people how to run in formation or lace their boots properly.

A what?

[ Anything that could help this happen faster and give her more time (for other work) is something well worth investigating. ]

I have heard some of the marching cadences. They are certainly...colorful.

[ That is the most polite way of phrasing it. For all she knows they have some sort of deeper meaning where Martin is from. ]

Oh...a uh, machine capable of processing information near instantaneously. [That's probably as simple as he could put it?]

Really? Here I've been trying to teach them some of the more tamer ones. [Though he might have taught them some of the more...colorful ones, as she so put it.]

Anything else you want to know, doctor? Can't imagine my hand's that interesting.

...How much technological development does it take from where we are now to get somewhere we would have that?

[ Because that? That sounds like something she wants. Needs. Something that would make life so much easier. ]

Well, if I was able to see your hand I might judge for myself. We have no way of knowing what extended exposure to the shard does. The more often I am able the check, the more comfortable I am.

Afraid you probably couldn't comprehend the answer to that question. Or the things you'd have to learn to get close to it.

[It's super useful. Forget having a gun, just having a cellphone, a modern day IPhone, and you could easily trump whatever force you're against. But that's a bit of wishful thinking, and he's begun to develop some level of reluctance towards these people having machines with that power.]

Should stop worrying about me. [He joked before removing his glove and extending his hand forward for her to look at. It's bright and glowing....]

Even a small step in that direction would help a great many people a great deal. It is worth asking.

[ Whether or not it'd be of any use- that remains in question.

Whether looking at his hand again will actually help is also in question but this is one she feels better equipped to answer. Her eyes and hands glow faintly blue as she calls upon Compassion to take stock of the shard and his hand. So far? No change. ]

It is a drop in the ocean of worry I have for other matters. One more will not drown me.

Maybe one day....

[Maybe, it's something he's rattled around in his head for a while. But no, it's probably best if he doesn't do anything major to help. Just teach people how to walk in a line and that's all.]

Well I'd hate to be the straw that broke the camel's back. [He was half-joking and half-serious.]

Is there something in particular I would have to bribe you with to get a straight answer?

[ Her eyes narrow somewhat, flicking from the glowing mark up to his face. If there is a price for the knowledge, a fair one? She might pay it. He is far less likely to see her laid low for asking than demons of Pride or desire. ]

You would not be. I've room yet left in the vase before it is overfull.

[His grey eyes study her features for a moment in thought. They were calculating and thinking of a suitable answer.] I've been thinking about it. But I'm not sure if people here can handle any of it.

[As cold as that probably sounds, Walker isn't certain if anything good would come from it. Maybe he should, the man is getting tired of not having access to electrical power, and everything that comes with it. Among other things....]

Then, if it ever becomes too much, I might be able to help lighten the load.

That is fair enough, considering how well it is we handle magic.

[ Not well in the slightest, honestly, even if the Circles did their job of educating some mages. ]

I am curious as to how you might offer to do that, Captain Walker.

[Her question got him to pause. How can he help her when he can barely help himself at times? He's trying to get himself involved in things that he shouldn't; trying to accomplish things that he really shouldn't.

But after a moment longer of contemplation he shrugged.]

However I can best provide it.

That is...more than most might attempt. Do not think me ungrateful- merely curious.

[ OPEN ] Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match

she's more dangerous than a shrew >_>

I don't know, shrews get really nasty >3>

vicious little things, aren't they?

totally vicious, and totally adorable.

little furballs with fangs

So vicious

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