She's a roller skating child [Open]

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: Kaisa and Alistair, Kaisa and Anders, Kaisa and YOU
WHAT: Kaisa tooling around in the month of Kingsway
WHEN: Kingsway (September)
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: n/a

I: Zoom

Kaisa's not sure what the purpose of the strange shoes that she'd found fallen out of a rift--probably something demonic. Did demons wear shoes? But demonic or no, they were fascinating--and fun.

She hasn't worn them out of the Gallows quite yet, unwilling to cause a diplomatic incident by accidentally running over a Kirkwall citizen. Members of the Inquisition, however, are fair game. In the Gallows courtyard, she rambles around in the strange shoes, slowly figuring out how to move her feet in a way that allows her to keep up her momentum without crashing.

There's plenty of crashing, of course, but you have to break a few eggs to look really cool. No one need fear for Kaisa's safety: The shoes had come accompanied with a helmet and pads for her elbows, knees, and hands. Of course, this only protected her, and not whatever poor soul she ran into, or wiped out right in front of.

II: Training

She's not always trying to get herself killed. Sometimes she's practicing killing others.

She can often be found in the training area of the Gallows, Warden armor on, giant sword in hand. There isn't a whole lot of finesse in Kaisa's technique--mostly, it involves taking the big sword and hitting the training dummy. A lot. She's intensely focused on this task, however, and will often let out screams of rage as she raises the sword to smack the dummy once more. There's something trancelike to it--but instead of calm, there's anger radiating off of her, blind to the world outside of her enemy.

Upon taking a break, the anger dissipates from Kaisa like steam into the air, and she looks perfectly cheerful as she reaches for a jug of water set off to the side. Some of it is poured into a glass, and the rest is promptly upended over her head, followed by raucous laughter.

Alistair

The lowtown markets are comfortable, familiar. They're not too far off from the low-end streets KAisa had grown up in, or the markets of Amaranthine. There's people everywhere, dogs and other animals running loose, and you have to be careful, lest you trip over an unconscious drunk. The noises combine in a cacophony that signals a thriving, busy community.

Kaisa's occupied by adding to that noise, chattering away to the Warden next to her. Her hands are as engaged in the task as her mouth, and several people grunt in annoyance as they dodge around her wild gestures.

"So, I told the man, listen here! I've tangoed with ogres, and you may smell like one, but you sure as the Maker's ass don't dance like one, if ya know what I--"

And then, both her story and her body abruptly halt, freezing in the middle of the street. She offers no explanations for the sudden stop, too busy staring at two people off to the side, currently engaged in a fierce argument. The words 'bloody half-elf,' float by from one of the pair, and while Kaisa doesn't make any further moves, her jaw clenches, her eyes as sharp and intent as a dog about to attack.

Anders

Darktown is not familiar, nor comfortable. Even the alienage in Denerim was a step up from this, though Kaisa is probably biased. She's certainly never had to suffer this level of poverty.

Still, she feels compelled to visit from time to time, in large part due to the large population of Fereldan refugees that dwell in the dim squalor. It's been over a decade since they were forced to flee their homeland, and for many, their lot hasn't improved much. And they may live in Kirkwall now, but Kaisa can't help but view them as (slightly estranged) countrymen. So she comes here now and then, with food and clothes to pass around.

And it's convenient, because Kaisa's been meaning to have a chat with Anders. Having that chat away from the ears of the rest of the Wardens and Inquisition seems like a solid plan, and makes having that chat down here even more appealing.

At the door of Anders' clinic, Kaisa gives the frame a sharp knock before stepping in. Bursting in with her usual bravado seems like it would be met with...understandable alarm, given the situation the clinic was in for a long time. Once she's sure Anders is aware that she's there, and not a threat, she strolls on in, cheeky smirk on her lips.

"Greetings! I have arrived, to woo you away to a life of wealth and comfort." With that announcement, she plops on one of the empty cots, shooting him a wink. "Or, yanno. To just hang out with you. Whichever works."

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[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa will let the subject drop for now but that doesn't mean that she hasn't forgotten this grave ill Teren has wrought upon her. Her and Boots both.

"I've been informed that they're called roller skates in other worlds. They came from a rift!" In other words, you'll have to keep Alistair away from every rift. "They came with all this padding, too. Probably to keep your brain from getting scrambled while you have them on--though I think you probably aren't supposed to fall this much. But...I'm getting better!" She announces this proudly, because there is a definite improvement, but...the improvement still involves a lot of crashing.

[doneisdone]

Narrowing her eyes, Teren inspects what's in front of her. Sounds fake.
"Well," she says, her tone clipped and lofty, "...don't fall in the sea." And with a little more feeling, "and if you crash into my druffalo again no padding will save you."

[unbrokenoath]

"...Why do you get a druffalo." Everything else Teren said was really important and stuff, but Kaisa has her priorities, and those priorities include pointing out great injustices that have been metted out against her. "I want a druffalo. If I had my own, I'd only be crashing into it, not yours."

[doneisdone]

"Then go off to a bloody farm and be followed by one," Teren snaps, her patience for the conversation running thin. "Or be gored, makes little difference to me."

[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa puts her hands up defensively--she's not a genius, but she can read moods (when it suits her). She's not sure why Teren is so particularly angry at her, but it's probably just best to cut her losses and slink off somewhere out of her sight.

Of course, the ability to slink off involves not having the roller skates on, so Kaisa starts removing them as she replies. "Fine, fine. Maybe I will, and then you can attend my funeral and tell everyone what a big dumb idiot I was." And with that, she collects her things, brushes her hands on her pants, and turns to leave before Teren finds another snippy comment to make.

[doneisdone]

Teren spares Kaisa the snippy comment, but glares at her as she goes. For all the daggers her eyes are throwing, it's more or less guaranteed she'll be fine again the next time they talk. Depending on how one defines 'fine'.