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[samahl]

WHO: Cyril and OPEN (starters for Pel, Sam, Iskandar, Anders, and Kirk - let me know if you want your own)
WHAT: In an effort to take his mind off certain people he's missing, Cyril sets up shop to sell his traps and puzzles again.
WHEN: Throughout the day
WHERE: The stall is in the Gallows, otherwise out and about.
NOTES: None yet

Taas was gone, reassigned to another place, and Merrick was spending more and more time away from him in the shadows of this city. Cyril wasn't lonely, but he missed them both. He had other people around him - friends, lovers, and family - but he was coming to realize that the spots where those people had been couldn't be filled with anyone else.

He still had Taas's dragon tooth, and that helped. He never took it off now and had put the silver ring he had stolen from Sam so long ago on the same rope around his neck. He still saw Merrick from time to time too, but the visits were becoming fewer and fewer.

Rather than dwell, he wanted to sell the items he once had in Skyhold's courtyard. The stall he has is small, but it shows a collection of puzzle boxes and traps that someone can buy for reasonable pricing. As people walk by he's playing with one of the boxes now, twisting them to show how they work.

Comments

Pel

[samahl]

Pel was, always, a source of sanity for Cyril. No matter what he was going through, he knew she was there to help him through it. And now he was there to help her with the baby.

He didn't think it was possible to be more impressed by her than he was, but seeing her with Sina just made her all the more beautiful and strong. He came by to help her that morning with some clean cloths for Sina.

"How are my two favorite women doing this morning?"

Sam

[samahl]

It's after he's packed up shop for the night that he goes to see Sam. While Sam doesn't replace the spot that Taas had once stood, he is still solidly in the space where he belongs and Cyril feels as if that is more important now than ever.

When he finds Sam he comes up behind him and puts an arm around him. He's too short to just drape himself over Sam's shoulders, but he almost wishes he could climb up there and hang off him like a scarf.

"Busy?"

[el_tybs]

At the feel of someone coming up from behind and putting a hand on him, Sam gives a tired sigh, lips thin as he begins to turn around - how many times did he have to tell these people 'no'? When he hears and actually sees that it is Cyril though, the tension in his body seems to fade, and the smile starting to replace his frown is both relieved and apologetic.

"Cyril! Sorry about that... just one too many people today thinking it is alright to get hands-y for one reason or another- Course you're always welcome to that-" Ugh, he was rambling wasn't he? "I'm just finishing up here. I wasn't expecting to see you until I got home. That's a pleasant surprise."

[samahl]

Cyril makes a face at that. He didn't like the idea of people doing anything to Sam that he didn't want happening. "Who are they and should I hire my brother to stab them?" he asked, and he was only half-joking.

[el_tybs]

"That would honestly just increase my work flow I think," he says, half-joking as well. He appreciates the offer, but he doesn't want people to get stabbed. Alright, maybe a few of them could use a beating, but still.

"It's not worth it. Mostly drunks and people who feel/see a kind hand and think probably hoping it's just more then that." A pause as he considers something. "Or someone making bets on where and how long they can go."

[samahl]

"That's true, and if you are stuck healing people, you can't use that energy to pay attention to your lovers," Cyril pointed out, grinning. "And we're an attentive bunch."

Anders (warning for small injury)

[samahl]

He's never gone to Anders for healing before, but then he's usually smart enough not to get hurt while he's making one of his traps. It would be stupid to get caught up in your own weapons, and yet when he comes to find the mage this time he has his palm wrapped up in bandages. The wound isn't bad enough to cause permanent damage, but the pain does make his productivity dip.

When he does find the mage, he feels almost too embarrassed to ask for help, even if that had been the reason he had arrived. At first, he just sort of grins at Anders. "I hope I haven't come at a bad time."

[justice_is_blond]

He smiles right back at Cyril, shaking his head. "It's hardly a bad time for me. Your hand, however, seems to be having a rough time of it."

Anders grabs a stool and takes a seat before taking Cyril's hand in, well, hand, and starting to unwrap it.

"Do I want to know the story behind this? Did you slap a dragon? Poke a bear?"

[samahl]

Cyril breathes a sigh of relief when Anders takes the matter without having to be asked. He really doesn't like the idea of being seen as taking advantage of his friend's talent but he also knows that Anders enjoys looking after others.

"Oh, I should come up with a good story. I like the slapped a dragon one. Maybe I'll go with that." He offers Anders a pleased smile at the idea. The wound is deep, but Cy managed to apply enough pressure to limit the loss of blood. It probably would scar without proper attention. "What happened was rather dull. I was distracted while making a trap and got my hand caught in it. The sign of a true amateur."

Iskandar

[samahl]

A long time ago, Cyril had made a collection of small cat toys for Anders's cat. They were this hollow balls that had tiny pieces inside of it so when they were knocked around they jingled. He had spent time perfecting the design because he didn't want to create something that the smaller pieces would fall out and give the animal something to choke on. The cat hadn't complained and Anders had seemed to love them, so honestly Cyril wondered why he hadn't made more.

For now, he had a few more in hand when he went to see Iskandar. "Hello Alexander," he said, grinning when he saw the tall man. "I wanted to run something by you."

[conqueredhearts]

Iskandar was at his place with his shirt off and a barrel on his shoulder. Obviously he'd been working hard today and was moving something to where he lived. He grinned at him and waved for Cyril to come join him inside, opening the door and ducking in. The contents of the barrel sloshed as he set it down but he paid that no mind and just got some water for the cat and dog before going to pull Cyril in for a quick kiss.

"Hello. Now, what is it you wished to run by me? We can have a meal while we talk." As in he was moving to get some bread, cheese, and fruit for them to partake in.

[samahl]

Cyril has to take a moment to catch his breath. It was already difficult to keep his mind on business when Iskandar is half naked and doing things that show off his muscles. Then the kiss has Cyril leaning up into the man before they pulled back.

"I..." he starts, trying to remember why he came. "Yes, food is good." It's difficult to get him flustered and yet Iskandar really can.

[conqueredhearts]

Setting the plate down, he patted his knee so that way Cyril could sit there if he wished. It just seemed the most natural place despite the fact that there were enough chairs for them both. Getting a piece of fruit, he popped some in his mouth then offered a piece to the elf so he could feed him.

"Now, what is it you came for?"

Kirk

[samahl]

There were only a small collection of people that Cyril was comfortable being around without his kohl and face make up. He usually got up exceptionally early just to make sure that everything was properly applied before going out during the day.

However, when he was at Sam's house he found himself more and more likely to spend time letting his skin breathe. That was why this morning he didn't have the dark color around his eyes as he waited for water to boil at the stove. He had still gotten up early, but it was to make tea for everyone still asleep, not to rush through a morning beauty routine.

When he heard someone up and about he poked his head out of the kitchen to see which one of them had woken first and smiled when he saw Kirk. "Morning."

[universal_charm]

Having a third person in the house was a bit of an adjustment. Not that he had never expected guests to be over - especially not given his and Samouel's extended relationships - but a somewhat permanent resident was a new thing. Not that it was bad, just new and something to get used to - like someone being up before him and having tea ready. He was used to being the earliest riser in the house to go on his runs, if he had slept at all the night before.

"Morning," he said after a quick, sleepy double-take. He took in a breath and smiled. "Breakfast tea?" he asked hopefully. He would kill for a proper cup of coffee, but beggars couldn't be choosers in the scheme of things.

[samahl]

Cyril was extremely grateful that Kirk had agreed to let him stay. The kitchen was warm because of the fire in the stove but at least that made it cozy.

"That's right. It's almost done too. Interested?"

[universal_charm]

"Sure. I could use a wake-me up," he rolled his head and cracked his neck, going to one of the cupboards and pulling down cups. "Care for some breakfast? Think we have some eggs and some bread."

[judgemewhole]

"Now that ... is a fine piece of craftsmanship." James stated, as he walked up to the booth. Interceptor was on his heels, looking cheery, and there was ... a very familiar bundle riding along on James's chest. Yes, little Sina was in her handmade dragonskin pouch, taking a ride with Uncle Jamie through the city, and Sina had though (clearly, because she was such a smart baby) it might be a good idea to visit Uncle Cy.

He gave Cyril a crooked smile, "And of course, the puzzle boxes are nice too. Good morning, Cyril."

[samahl]

Cyril's face lit up when he saw James and Sina. He came closer to them both and greeted them both. He chuckled a bit at the compliment. "You be careful or I might end up flirting with you back," he teased a bit, before his attention was focused on the baby.

"Hello da'len," he said to her. "Are you taking James on a walk?"

[judgemewhole]

"Gracious, I am not sure I would be able to handle that." James mused, his mouth curved up at the corners. "I might not even need drink to become besotted if you actually turned on all the charm."

Sina smiled at Cyril, reaching out to touch his face with her small baby hands, touching the vallaslin.

[samahl]

Cyril bent his head to make it easier for Sina to touch him.

"Let me know if that changes," he tells James, and winks at him once.

[arlathvhen]

It's been some time, and Beleth has been busy, but she still thinks often of her former clanmates. And with Cyril--well, she understood how he felt, to some extent. He was closer to Merrick, had been closer to Taas, but she still felt the losses. Particularly for Merrick, who (much like he did for Cyril) occupied a place in her life that could not simply be replaced. As always, at least Cyril and she had that much in common.

These thoughts float to her head when she sees Cyril's little stall in the Gallows, and him behind it. Keeping busy is an understandable desire, something that Beleth has certainly been using her new position to do. And there's always plenty to do. Even so, she wanders over to the stall, looking over the crafts, some familiar to her eye.

"You've always been so skilled at this," She murmurs, fingers running (carefully) over a trap. "But you've gotten even better." It's a polite, neutral compliment. Testing the ground to see where they stand, before she takes any steps.

[samahl]

When he seems her, he can't help but smile. He has a lot of very complicated feelings when it comes to Beleth but most of them weren't negative. Even as she could infuriate him, she was still a strong, beautiful, capable woman who had helped Merrick in ways that he couldn't. She still loved and cared for her people and for her twin brother. He could see were she was coming from, even as he felt anger at words she might say. He might not be Ashara anymore, but she still felt like family.

"Thank you. Becoming an Artificer helped a lot. Now I can even cause little explosions. It's pretty fun, if I'm honest." He grins at her in an impish sort of way. "My favorite are the elemental ones. Now more than mages can freeze a man where he stands."

[arlathvhen]

"You can do that? That's amazing." But even as she admired the ability to make traps like that, she slowly pulled her hand away from the one that she'd been touching. Just in case. "I can see several useful applications for traps that can do that--though getting people into the proper place might be a bit tricky."

Having decided against testing her luck with the traps, she idly looks over a puzzlebox instead, which is probably less likely to explode. Hopefully.

Though an exploding puzzlebox would be a pretty neat way to kill someone. She'll mention it as a possibility later.

"Who taught you how to do this? I hope they taught you how to be careful while you're doing it, as well." She glances at Cyril, frowning slightly in concern. Even if he wasn't her clanmate any longer, she couldn't quite stop herself from engaging in her usual fussing. "The last thing you need to have one of these explode in your face while you're working on it."

[samahl]

Cyril manages to look a little amused at the idea of an exploding puzzle box. Because she's considering them now, he answers the question about them first. He can tell her who helped him with the explosions after, if that was what she meant instead.

"I used to make little toys that you could twist the pieces together or lock in and lock out for Merrick," he admits. "They helped him focus. You know, during his fits..." He's never really been clear on how much Beleth knows about Merrick's darkest moments. Most of the time, Pel and Cyril would take him away from the Clan for the duration and help him focus and calm down. They were never frequent enough to be a huge concern for safety, but the fact that they happened at all probably gave Beleth's mother more reason to consider banishing Merrick even before they had all left for the Inquisition.

"These puzzles are the same principle, only more complex. I took some of the training I had as an Artificer and applied it to the simple concept but added more layers to the device." After a moment, he adds, "I gave one to Cade. I thought, if it could help Merrick maybe it could help him too. I'm not sure how much he's used it."