closed | Clear the decks

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Val de Foncé, Melys
WHAT: A casual cruise to Rivain to pick up a new friend; or the Inquisition needs a shipwright and literally everything is going to go wrong, Inquisition we have to many problems, where do we start
WHEN: Flaps at Justinian I don't know, just flaps at it
WHERE: Rivain; Ayesleigh and beyond
NOTES: Violence, language, what do you expect from this crew?

Go to Rivain. Retrieve Master Francisco del Valle. On paper it looks simple enough but of course this is Thedas and this is the Inquisition doing the retrieving so there are already certain rumours that the four members charged with this duty have probably all heard in some form or another. Antiva want del Valle. Tevinter want del Valle. The Qunari want del Valle. And not just del Valle but the plans.

If the plans are real. There's that too.

Araceli sighs, reads over her orders once again before tucking them into one of her inside pockets of her coat. At least she knows Rivain a little from last time she came here but once again urgency dictates no time to enjoy it. She's glad for Korrin who knows this place well though Qunari and more personal matters relating to them than usual linger in her mind though she does well to push them away, glad for someone like Melys who she doesn't know well but seems to have the ability to cut clear through something in a practical way, a balance to Val's humour though he'll probably be the one who can verify the plans better than the rest of them put together.

At least the workshop isn't difficult to find but it's not what Araceli expected, more hustle, more bust-- then she sees the state of the door. Or what's left of the door.

"Of course, a smooth crossing guarantees nothing here," she mutters under her breath, hands resting on her rapiers.

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[degenere]

"Yes, yes, yes, the man, the man--"

Val's interest is minimal to that regard. He takes the splintered model eagerly, turns it over in his hands to consider its broken pieces, its limited functionality, its sad state.

"I see," he says, to himself, "ah, and then this piece," and his mumbling turns very Orlesian then. Your pardon, fellow travelers. He resurfaces with enough clarity to weigh in on the suggestion of splitting up, which he quickly deems-- "An excellent suggestion. Let us part ways. Because, you see, it is not always in the head that one stores one's plans and theories, yes? Notes are of vital use and importance. This man, when we find him, head fully attached--he will be overcome with joy, should we return some pieces of his notes to him. Joyful enough to perhaps offer the very help that the Inquisition so sorely needs. I can get this sorted."

Charming turn of phrase. He smiles at it, more to himself, even as he says it.

[foxsays]

Breathing. Breathing. Always breathing. Just running through those bard breathing drills right now because there's never a bad time to practice those really is there and this is pretty much the perfect moment to make sure she knows how to note cough around a lungful of dust and ash.

"How much do you know about what they might do to his head?" Conversations about Kas are one thing but there have been other bits and pieces here and there, Araceli doesn't know if everyone's going to be on the same page. But Melys is right, they're burning daylight here with nothing to go on beyond 'he's not here' and 'there was a struggle' and a fish three days dead could probably tell them that much too.

"Agreed - Korrin knows Rivain and I know it enough to meet up with you both. I can make sure we make it back as well. We have already lost sight of one good man with a keen mind, I would hate to lose you too, señor de Foncé and two sets of hands are better than one." Araceli manages to make the smile look almost sincere; possibly in another time, another place, she wouldn't have been abducting a man but still coming for the plans but she doesn't want someone being left alone. She's got enough sailor's heritage and teaching in that if he wants to point out things he can point them. If not? She'll poke around with a hand on her rapier before they meet up again.

[gatheringstorm]

"Works for me." Korrin nods eagerly, just glad to make a decision and get moving. Time is an issue and standing around debating will just waste more of it, which won't help their cause. So she'll go with whatever if it means moving onward and toward their goal. (And if she has to listen to Val blather on about notes...no, no one wants to imagine that outcome.)

Araceli's question is met with a small frown as Korrin crosses her arms. "Given what's in it, I doubt they'd want to turn him into a drooling vegetable. But that doesn't mean he's safe; they'll want his cooperation and I'm pretty sure they won't care how brutal they have to be to ensure it. As long as his mind still works, they probably won't care overmuch about what happens to the rest of him."

She represses a shudder, only knowing the information second-hand but it's enough for her not to envy the man's captivity. Free will has no place in the Qun, even a Vashoth raised away from it knows that much.