Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Adelaide, Anders, Bethany, Cole, Cyril, Isabela, Kain, Leliana, Maria, Merrill, Nathaniel, Velanna
WHAT: It's the final countdown, the fifth ritual attempt to defeat Justice.
WHEN: Justinian 19th
WHERE: About 30 minutes outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Violence, death of a character. There's no tag order, plotting post is here.

The clearing is worse for wear. There's burn marks, spots where the earth has been torn apart, and some of the ruins are a little more ruined.

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arrghhh i deleted a bunch of stuff by accident, sorry ;u;

[fightingale]

For a time after Bethany has spoken, Leliana is very quiet. The blade, arguably, has no real need of polishing. It is fine work - shining where the light catches it, seeming closer to mirror than the distortions that metal offers.

How does she reply to observations that she had sooner were not spoken, and that she has no true gauge for their accuracy, though Bethany's words ring true. She has marked Leliana's intentions well.

That did not make them overly pleasant to hear aloud. "A good person sees things through, I think. They honour their commitments. When that is done, I can consider the rest."

Girlplease I forget tags all the time :(

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Well, on that we will always remain the same. I will serve to the best of my own abilities, until I am dead ... or until the debt is paid in full." She sighed a little, as she looked around. "All things considered, I have a rather full ledger."

:( this time I just have been trapped phone tagging, weeps etc

[fightingale]

"Don't we all?"

It is hard to imagine any within the Inquisition not shouldering some manner of weight. They all of them seemed to wield burdens, though whether they were treated as weapons or armour was another matter entirely.

A moment passes, and Leliana's blades seem...mysteriously gone. Somehow. Somewhere.

Man I am so impressed with your phone tagging skills.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Mmm, some of us just seem to like carrying them longer than others." She arched an eyebrow, "And some of us carry weights we feel we ought, when they're someone else's sins."