faderift | [open] got tired of wastin gas livin above the planet

WHO: Ser Cade and yoooouuu
WHAT: Futzing about, trying to suck less, possibly failing
WHEN: Before he leaves for Kinloch Hold and everyone's dreams are broken
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Lemme know if you want a specific starter! Also negative CR is always welcome (read: inevitable), so please don't be afraid to either provoke it or ask me how it could be provoked on my end.

He's here, he's fairly anti-queer, he's not quite as vanished as he always tries to be but considerably moreso than the average person!

Cade can be found in a variety of places for those who care to look or just happen upon him accidentally, for better or worse. One of such locations is

the library, where he can occasionally be found curled up in a chair with a dessert of some kind and a smutty romance novel that he'll pretend is anything but. He'd take them to his room, but that seems a whole lot more sinful so maybe not.

The kitchen is where he acquires the aforementioned sugary snacks, for which he has a particular fondness. One of the cooks likes him, which raises the Likes Cade tally to about four.

Another such place is the Herald's Rest, where he is That Guy In the Corner, but less mysterious and brooding and more awkward and afraid someone's going to demand his lunch money. He averts his eyes from most people, but will talk to them if they approach and have a stronger personality than his own (which isn't hard).

In the courtyard, on his breaks, he can often be found sitting against a wall and fiddling relentlessly with a puzzle box. It can be funny to watch, especially when he gets super frustrated and goes red all the way to his ears. Life's hard.

Lastly, those who have busienss with Seeker Darton or Knight-Commander Norrington will first have to penetrate the receptionist's desk, wherein Cade is at his most dutiful and confident unless someone deliberately tries to make him uncomfortable. Which they never would, that's ridiculous.
(Do not actually penetrate the desk.)

[If none of those make you happy, toss me a PM and we can set up a starter. Or give me a wildcard if you like!]

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Not getting punched is a relief for Cade too, though strangely not as big of one as not punching anyone. The less he punches people, the better his life tends to be.

He smiles mildly when he sees the dog, and gets to his feet when the Knight-Commander approaches, showing the cursory respect. "No, ser," he answers quickly, "nothing since this morning." Perhaps it's been a slow day.

Interceptor gave Norrington a pleading look with his big blue eyes, making Norrington roll his eyes, "Yes, all right. Go ahead and get your pets, you petting addict."

Interceptor barked happily and went to barrel into Cade's legs, demanding his head scritches in Interceptor-true fashion - quickly and with force. Norrington rolled his eyes good naturedly, as he went to his desk. "I'll be working on letters soon. Come and join me once Interceptor frees you, Cade."

Cade is still getting used to the idea of mabari being friendly pets instead of nightmare creatures barreling toward him on a battlefield, so he's quick to flinch when even a puppy approaches him. However, he's improving! He stoops carefully to pet the dog's head once or twice, then straightens again. "I can join you now, ser," he insists-- please don't leave him alone with a dog, he doesn't know how to act with it.

James smirked faintly, before he whistled softly for Interceptor to follow him into the office, "Then let's go to work, Cade."

He settled himself behind his desk, while Interceptor settled by his feet. He nodded the other man to the chair. "Now, have you answered all the other messages from earlier today, before we start this letter?"

Cade nodded wordlessly, adding a quick "yes, ser," afterwards, never one to let go of formality. As Norrington spoke, he began to prepare parchment and a quill so he could take dictation. "Who's this one for, ser?"

"This one is to the Mothers, to let them know of our progress with the Inquisition, and to ask them to pass along any information they might have that can assist us finding agents of Corpheyus." He steepled his fingers, "We'll forward along any collaborating reports to Lady Cassandra, and anything that is ...aberrant to Lady Leliana."

Dutifully scribbling, Cade nodded again. When he'd finished with the honorifics and all that, he looked up. "And... what is our progress, ser?" It just occurred to him that he didn't know. He'd been... a bit out of touch lately, one could say.

"Well, at this time we've got a number of different missions happening all over Thedas, which is getting us closer to Corypheus. We are also closing down the Venatori whereever we go." Norrington hummed thoughtfully, "Tell them we are significantly closer to verifying the Rifters are not demons, as well."

Another nod, more writing, though Cade's expression grew increasingly despondent as he did so. Templars, doing Templar things. Things he should have been part of, but had screwed up too badly.
He tried to hide it, however, and did as he was instructed. After finishing, he looked expectantly back up at Norrington, on some level hoping to be released soon so he could go be where someone wasn't looking at him.

Norrington felt the pup's head rest on his knee, and he scratched Interceptor between the ears as he watched Cade for a moment. "Now, as for other matters ... I have to be off in several missions abroad. I trust you are going to be prepared to travel?"

Cade was in the process of nodding obediently once more when he paused, raising his eyes to meet Norrington's. "...travel, ser?" He didn't dare to hope, and was, on some level, actually afraid. The last time he'd traveled had been with the Seekers, to Orlais, and he'd nearly been dragged off his horse by a mob.
But he hadn't been. And he hadn't killed anyone, either. Perhaps they were noticing.

"Yes, as I've said ... there's a number of missions that will require me to travel abroad. You are going to have to come with me." He stated, looking over at the other man. "I may even require you to carry a weapon, Cade. I have faith that you are up to it."

There was a swelling of something in Cade's chest-- not quite pride, not quite anxiety. Some awful combination, perhaps, or something good that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was this a glimpse of light, an exit to the cavern of disgrace in which he'd resided for the better part of a year?
He didn't dare to smile.
"...thank you, ser," he said breathlessly, "I won't let you down."

James gave Cae a long and pensive look, before he nodded his head. He was not sure what was going to happen, in the days to come, but he had a feeling Cade was ready to take the next step up out of the dungeon of his own mind.

"I know you won't." He stated simply, as he looked back at the correspondence before them.

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