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

[onlyhymns]

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!]

Comments

[foxsays]

"Ah, lo siento. My mouth runs away with itself." Right now it's either trailing off into awkward silences or talking to fill the silences up. Probably because she had a healer in earlier with the same routine of asking too many questions she didn't have proper answers for, then getting the same 'wait and see, give it time' answers back that make her want to throw their poultices at the walls.

Or their heads but she'll get in much more trouble if she does that, no matter how satisfying it might be.

"Are you...doing better than you were? Beleth Ashara and I, we know one another quite well." Araceli wouldn't necessarily say friends, she doesn't know Beleth well enough for that really and doesn't always feel comfortable about her the way she does with most people. Honestly she's not sure where she's going with this more than wanting to try to ask 'hey are you okay' but it feels weird to just ask a stranger without trying to qualify it, at least a little. "A few things came up in discussion before I went to Dairsmuid, and...I suppose I have been attacked by someone who was not who they usually are either now."

[onlyhymns]

Oh no. Beleth. ...this topic. oh no.'
Cade flushes a bright red and quickly looks away, curling a hand over his mouth as though afraid of what he'll say if he doesn't. "Um," he mumbles into it, "yes. Much better." He's of the 'try to forget a thing ever happened and hope it never comes back to haunt you' school of coping, which has gotten increasingly difficult with basically everyone in the vicinity knowing who he is and what he did. It's probably time to try a different tactic, not that he knows what that would be.

[foxsays]

The good and bad side of being a thief is this: your mistakes have to be addressed. Admitted. Aired out in the light of day, hopefully by your peers and not the guard because the guard won't be nearly so forgiving (and even then, the roasting of your supposed friends? Oh how that can burn.)

"Good, that's good." She smiles, nods though she's not sure why exactly she's nodding. It's too new to say that she knows the story from Beleth's mouth, that she still isn't happy about how Beleth went about it (that Beleth wasn't happy with Araceli's reaction to the truth of it) but she leans back against the railing, tapping the spine of her book.

Everyone here? Well everyone has to try to live as best they can as it ticks ever closer to a year since a rift spat her out.

"I should get going before someone sends out a search party, but thank you again, Señor Harimann. I'll let you know if the book is good or not. And I'll even translate any of the Antivan bits properly."

[onlyhymns]

Cade nods mildly, not about to stop her, and even smiles a little. "Thanks," he murmurs, though he doubts he'll ever have any reason to read or speak Antivan. It's still a nice gesture. "Have a ... have a nice evening, then."