A Cruel Twist of Fate [closed]

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, Nerva, Korrin, Zevran, Beleth, Cyril, Ruby, Sera, Katniss, and special sending crystal guest star, Sina!
WHAT: A companion quest and elven relations all wrapped up in one.
WHEN: Post-Illness plot. The band of merry travelers will be gone from Clouch 23 to Clouchreach 28.
WHERE: Traveling to and from the Serpentine River.
NOTES: The plotting post.

Comments

[arsebiscuit]

[And that is when Sera blows a raspberry. A drunk one. There's more spit than normal.]

Does magic, squishes magic. Not so different for anyone not you, is it? Know the difference 'tween a templar and a mage for where I grew up? How you're gonna die. But it's gonna all horrible like, either one.

Maker went and made magic, right? Chant says it. Can't do shit there. But I figure people pick their friends. Or, like those pissyface woods elves, their shit lists.

[keeperofmagi]

Where I grew up, the templars were little more than a joke, and magic ruled easily. [Probably said too much, but she's drinking and Fuck it.]

Fate is your friend. So you already chose him.

[arsebiscuit]

Sure. Yours too. So nyah.

[That sound is, of course, accompanied by her sticking out her tongue.]

His ass ain't my type, so you look after it 'stead of dying. Easy.

[keeperofmagi]

I would like to think all of his friends would want to 'look after his ass'. [Wryly.]

... I hope you're right, and it is that easy. But I can't expect it.

[arsebiscuit]

Better than just waiting for death, innit it?

Shite, your kind are the worst. All that armor and 'Trained By The Greatest Swordsman of Our Time' [ it is said with such a fake noble accent ] junk, but still sure of all of us you'll be the ones to bite it first.

[keeperofmagi]

[She arched an eyebrow.]

Where exactly do you think I was trained? And part of our training is to accept that we are the first line of defence. If the demons get past me, it should only be because I am dead.

[arsebiscuit]

Thought you'd met Cass?

[ Her ale is empty. She frowns at the bottom of the cup, then keeps frowning as she looks back up at Nerva. ]

So don't get dead.

[keeperofmagi]

I met her here, in the Inquisition, not before. [Something clicks and she looks bemused.]

I am no noble, if that's what you are thinking, Sera. I joined the Order as an Orphan in Val Royeaux.

[arsebiscuit]

She's had the best. No rubbing swords behind closed doors?

[keeperofmagi]

Rubbing swords -- [She looked helplessly bemused, at that.]

I'm sure she has had the best. Isn't she technically royalty?

[arsebiscuit]

Sure. If we get Zev and his lot to kill half the country. Figured all the pointy stabbing got passed along after you signed on to her side and such.

[keeperofmagi]

Well, I would kill for her, yes. But I didn't get the impression that's what you meant by 'rubbing swords'.

But she came from as different a background as Fate and I did.

[The point is, Sera, she would be an extremely Inappropriate Partner and she knows it.]

[arsebiscuit]

And we're all in the shit now.

[She does not..follow you, Nerva. At all.]

Don't matter the background. Best thing I ever got from the Jenny's, figuring that out. Whatever you are, just don't be a shit. Makes you all good people.

[keeperofmagi]

[Good people. That was never a descriptor she would use for herself, and for a half a second the smile faltered, but then --]

... You're very wise, Sera. And you're right.

[arsebiscuit]

Don't you-

[Yup, she's already arguing about how she's got a point and has to choke on her words and pause.]

What's that now?

[keeperofmagi]

You're right.

[She sighed, looking down into her empty cup.]

It is a wisdom that I fear I have difficulty in following. As does the rest of the world. But one we're going to have to accept, if we're going to win this war.

[arsebiscuit]

Frig the war-

[And look her ale was full again. Thank you bar keep, for giving her a few seconds where she actually has to pause and hand out (way too much) gold again.]

It's life. Just lying bull to think by being all sneaky 'bout looking down on people you're getting along. Just means you're being even sneakier about punching down at them.

[keeperofmagi]

I just have no faith that we'll even manage it for a cause like this, let alone for life.

Look at the clan, for example. Their very lives are at stake, and yet they aren't willing to see outsiders as people, let alone equal.

[arsebiscuit]

They're shits!

[Watch out, there her arm goes swinging]

Not talking about them, am I? Mean Cass, and you and fate and Bull and...the not shits. We're the ones that make life suck for the shitty ones. 'Fate and I are natural born enemies' blah, blah, sounds like something Sparkly tits'd say. Frig it.

[keeperofmagi]

[She ducked from the arm, pulling back, and then watched Sera for a long second, before offering a small, but very warm, smile.]

The Not Shits. I like that.

[Though all it did was remind her of why exactly it didn't qualify.

What she would have to tell Cassandra, sooner or later.

But it didn't matter now.]

[arsebiscuit]

Good. Now drink up. Don't want to remember a single bitty titty of that stupid in the woods today, yeah? Not me or you.

[And to show she means it, she chugs a big mouthful of ale. And another. And another.]

[keeperofmagi]

Maker, no. [That's something she can completely agree on. She tosses a few more coins down for another ale, and then holds it up to Sera's mug.]

To people not being shit.