The Annulment at Dairsmuid

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Malcolm Reynolds, The Outsider, Aleron Darton, Kas, Anders, Malcolm Reed, James Norrington, Ellana Ashara, James Kirk; Rivaini npcs
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers

We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they break through, we will not die alone.

—Final journal entry of First Enchanter Rivella, slain in Dairsmuid, 9:40 Dragon

Contents;
Arrival at Dairsmuid
Meeting the Mage Contacts
Team Dungeon Crashers
Team Templar Crushers
Aftermath of the Rescue
Timestamp; Dairsmuid Adventures
Epilogue

Comments

[ The Duel ]

[aintwejust]

[ After alls said and done, work finished, templars slain, and they all got a moment to sit around a table in a tavern and breathe? Mal expects the conversation to turn to the nonsensical.

What he don't expect is this weird dissertation that there only ought to be one Malcolm. Ain't his fault his parents have good taste. A'course they can both be Malcolm, especially since he's more often 'Mal' than he is 'Malcolm' and seeker squinty is more often Seeker Reed or Seeker Ponce than he is 'Malcolm'. Don't make Araceli quit her little nudges all the same.

When the word 'Duel' comes up- well. Why not? ]

Now when you say duel- whatd'ya mean by that?

[foxsays]

[Duels are a part of the fabric of Castilean life. Araceli has fought many a duel for the honour of her good name usually because she's been stealing a girlfriend or a wife or a lover or a sister or someone that 'belongs' to someone or something like that but well, there are few duels. None. There is training, endless boring clattering training in the yard with the grunting and the sweating but there are no duels.

No passion.

What is a girl to do? This seems as good a reason as any as she takes a sip of her brandy and gives Mal another nudge.]

Well it is confusing, there being two Malcolms and so one of you must battle for the honour of being the true Malcolm in the hearts of us all, no? Down on the sands lit by the setting sun so it doesn't end too quickly, the waves lapping at your ankles to keep it interesting. You would have to decide how the winner is decided. I will consider myself satisfied by either of the usual outcomes.

[justice_is_blond]

[Meanwhile, Anders is facepalming.]

I swear, if this involves one of them getting stabbed and me healing them, I'm lecturing everyone involved. Everyone. Probably on the uses of elfroot, because it has a lot and I can go on and on with that topic for quite some time.

[He doesn't sound serious, though, or even upset. Just resigned and a little amused.]

[tactical_alert]

[He's much more sociable, or at least less like a living storm cloud, than before it's all been done. Still, it can be difficult to find solace in just talking with another after the events. He overhears his name, repeatedly, from a certain section of the room, and wrinkles his nose just enough to look like a ponce when he sees, ah, perhaps the lady is talking to Captain Reynolds. Strange to use his full name, though.]

I do hope nobody's planning on getting stabbed anytime soon. Not unless they deserve it. Who deserves it this time?

[aintwejust]

You and me for hav'n the same name. Apparently we gotta duel t'see who is the true Malcolm in the hearts of all. So.

[ He reaches up, casual as can be, and pats Seeker Squinty on the cheek. ]

I demand satisfaction. That's how you do it right? Slap a fella with an open hand and say you demand satisfaction?

[foxsays]

[An aggrieved and pained little noise catches in her throat as she looks between Anders and Malcolm; Zevran would understand, if he was here, he would back her up and make sympathetic noises or encourage her.]

If a duel is to involve stabbing then it's either a true crime of passion, or there are a different set of rules for it, a set of formalities with witnesses, signatures, a time and a place. It has to be done properly you understand. All of you and your passionless lives, how do you survive? It is so dry.

[You must all be so thirsty.]

A glove isn't always required but I like it, it's a nice touch, no? Dramatic.

[Do it. Glove slap]

[tactical_alert]

((Late reply is a month late. We could handwave things if that's preferable I am trash))


The same na-- [The patting/not-slap on the cheek and Reynolds' cheeky behaviour just has Reed stunned, stunned at this ridiculousness. ...Well, no, ridiculousness he expects from the captain. Still!]

...My lady, I'm not sure I see how passionless you see us to be given all of the excitement in our lives. To make up a duel for--entertainment?

And you, captain, would like to try and duel me? Truly? Have you considered what you'll be calling yourself when you lose?