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Pvt. Leonard L. Church [A] ([personal profile] motherfucking_ghost) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-05-24 06:04 pm

You don't hate a person because someone told you to

WHO: Church aaand anyone who wants to show up!
WHAT: Rifter meeting reboot
WHEN: Noon-ish on the 24th-ish
WHERE: Upper room of the Herald's Rest
NOTES: After this notice went up. People who are not Rifters are welcome to show up--nothing stopping them from dropping in, and he isn't going to cause an incident (probably) by throwing anyone out.
Mingle! Share knowledge! Talk about your trials with your pain lasers!




He's not nervous. He's totally not nervous. This is just like calling a Blue Team meeting, except with a lot more people, and most of them (probably) aren't dumbasses. Araceli believes in him, for some reason, so, obviously, he's got this in the bag. His letter was super professional and everything.

Look, there's even some snacks! People can get drinks downstairs. What does he look like, a bartender?

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[personal profile] hugeinorlais 2016-05-25 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, keeping yourself alive is the primary goal," Varric agreed and considered Kirk.

He didn't look as rough and tumble as, say, Rivaini, so he probably wasn't a pirate. By that same token, however, he was a little to easy and relaxed to be a military man, and not quite easy or relaxed enough to be merchant marine. It was truly a conundrum and Varric, despite himself, had always been a curious dwarf. He was usually pretty decent at sizing people up and figuring out their deal but, for some reason, he was having trouble with this guy.

"So, when you're not stranded in the ass end of Thedas, sans ship, teaching mages to defend themselves without weaponry, what do you do for fun?"
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2016-05-29 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
No, not a pirate, this one, though he had caused plenty of trouble in his younger days. Still did, actually. If his future held true, he would be making more kinds of trouble for the Fleet, though in a good way. Mostly. Some Christmas' he sent a holiday card to the police department in the town he grew up in. He was never sure if they got a laugh or not out of it.

"Play tri-dimensional chess, read, keep myself in shape, and explore new planets," he said casual as you can be. "Lucky for me, that's kind of my job - the last part anyways."