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WHO: Prompto, a cat, jerk natives and YOU
WHAT: Monthly shenanigans for the month
WHEN: Throughout the month of Harvestmere
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall
NOTES: Minor violence

A) Stalker in the Gallows

Errands in the Gallows had started off solo, but at some point in the afternoon, Prompto realizes he isn't alone.

A black cat with white paws stalks him as he went out and about his business, running reports to and fro. And everywhere he goes, the cat trots behind him. At first, Prompto figures the cat would get bored and run back home, but after about an hour of this going on, he realizes that didn't seem to be the case.

Finally he stops to face the feline, brow raised as it comes to a stop, tail swaying as it looks up at him. "You lost there, buddy?"

It meows.

He bends down and holds out his hand, letting the cat walk up and take a tentative sniff before it rubs its face against his hand. Aww, cute kitty. Prompto scratches its ears, smiling as it purrs. All the while, though, he looks around, wondering whose cat this was. "Anyone missing a cat? Think this one got lost." Seems friendly enough, at least, which makes him think it was a house cat and not feral.

He didn't know it yet, but he's now a pet owner. The cat chose, and it's chosen him.

B) Tension in Lowtown

So, glares and mutters as people turn away aren't uncommon, but these days, it seems to have gotten worse. What used to be just poorly concealed looks of suspicion have turned to outright disdain, and he's been refused service more than once. It stings, but Prompto chalks it up to just uneasiness. Maybe something went down that he's not aware of.

Normally the natives aren't violent, just cross. But things turn sour one night when Prompto tries to enter a tavern for a quick drink and bite to eat. Before he can even enter, some drunk patrons loitering outside spot him. One grabs him by the shoulder and shoves him back. "They don't serve your kind here. And you ain't wanted anyway."

"Just a guy who wants a drink. Don't know what you-"

The man surges forward and shoves him again, this time hard enough to send him to the ground. "I know what you are, you festerin' demon scum! Take another step and I'll knock your bloody ass back to the Fade where you crawled out of!"

Prompto glares at him, looking torn between just walking away and standing his ground. Help him decide?

C) Drinks in a Non-Shitty Tavern

Eventually he finds a tavern that's not full of shit people. Or maybe they just don't know he's with the Inquisition. Whatever the reason, Prompto finally manages to have a drink in peace. He leans his head in his hand, swirling his drink round in the glass before taking another sip. He's taken a shine to the ale served around Kirkwall. Or maybe his taste buds have gone so dead he doesn't mind anymore. It could really be either or.

He's sitting alone, and being an extrovert, Prompto is always in want of company. If he knows you and spots you, he'll grin and wave you over, lifting his drink in invitation.

D) Wildcard

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Bless people like Sam who come to the rescue, because Prompto seems good at getting himself into these sorts of messes. Maybe it's the hair. Maybe he just has "I'm a marshmallow who's not always good at sticking up for himself" written all over him. Whatever the reason, it keeps happening.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he says, getting to his feet.

Meanwhile, the drunk snorts, eyeing Sam critically. Liquid courage is a hell of a drug. "And what are ya gonna do 'bout it? You gon' take on me and my mates here?"

Once Prompto is on his feet, Sam makes a point of giving him a quick once over, just checking if he was actually alright. Besides some dirt and scrapes, perhaps some bruised pride, it did indeed look like nothing too serious had happened. Yet.

Sam gives a sigh, turning his attention back to the drunk, still making sure that his slightly larger frame was between them and Prompto. His eyes dart around for a moment, taking in exactly how many 'mates' the man has with him, but it doesn't seem to deter Sam in the slightest when they settle back on the one talking. Liquid courage indeed; probably helped that he didn't appear armed in the slightest as well.

"I'd rather not send anyone to the infirmary. You and your mates best just leave and get some air, serrah."

There are five in total, including the man who shoved Prompto and thinks taking on Sam is a smart idea. So not insurmountable, especially given their inebriated state.

Some of the others seem to agree with Sam. It's one thing to pick on a rifter by himself, but it's another when there's a big guy around now to stick up for him and promise a fair amount of pain. One grabs the ring leader by the elbow and tries to pull him back, but he shoves the man off and puffs up his chest.

"This is our city. And we ain't gonna stand for your bloody demons and Inquisition lot coming here and telling us what to do." To emphasize his point, he spits at Sam's feet.

Prompto peers around Sam, making a face at the guy. "Really, dude?"

In the man's drunken state the spit doesn't even make it to Sam's boot, but the action still earns him a non-amused stare. "Well... that certainly showed me," he drawls lightly before letting out a long sigh, mentally scolding himself that he shouldn't be antagonizing the drunk. Even so he isn't just going to back down since doing so would only fuel the drunks' self-righteousness.

"Have you actually seen a demon, serrah?" His eyes narrow and his tone is snappish, and despite asking a question he doesn't stop to let the man answer. "How about men driven mad and tortured from the inside out, transformed into monstrosities because of blood red lyrium? I have; not a pretty sight. They're both starting to spread across the Free Marches. The only reason you're able to go around drinking with your mates is because our 'bloody demons and Inquisition' are preventing it from coming to your city."

"And demons are wa-aa-ay uglier than me and the rest of the Inquisition," Prompto chimes in, because clearly, it needed to be said. But Sam's words stand well enough on their own without further input. Prompto hasn't seen a red lyrium transformation, just the final result. But he's seen enough of the stuff to know that it definitely isn't a pretty sight.

The drunk seems to falter. He's three sheets to the wind, but it seems Sam's words have made him reconsider. At the same time, he has an image to maintain. So, he compromises. "Peh. So you say. Certainly made yourselves comfortable enough in the city while doing so." He scoffs and steps back. "Come on boys. I'm done with these scum."

Prompto rolls his eyes as the men leave. "Some people, huh? Thanks for the rescue, man."

For a while Sam just stands there, arms crossed over his chest, as he watches the men leave. Once they're finally gone he lets out a heavy sigh, one hand reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. He recognizes that he could have handled that better, but the locals had backed down and he didn't need to use force to persuade them.

Course it could have been a little of fun to scare them a little bit. Just a little.

"Yes. A lot more people are starting to cause trouble like that." Now that there wasn't any danger, Sam turns to fully look at Prompto. "Welcome. We've got to watch each other's backs." Reaching over he lightly pats the other's shoulder. "Might be safer to not go to the tavern alone at this time. If you need a drink though, you're welcome to come to my place; we just got a cask so that we don't have to go to the tavern as much." He doesn't have the mindset to offer joining in going to the tavern right now; he just wants to get some food and relax.

More fun, but probably a lot messier in the long run. Prompto, for his part, is glad that the men left rather than continue trying to pick a fight. Beating then up would just lead to more complaints and paint them in a worse light, in his opinion.

"So I've noticed. Getting a lot more dirty looks and the like." As if he doesn't have enough identity/self-esteem issues from home. Now this. "Yeah, I don't think I wanna step inside one tonight, that's for sure." If ever again. Okay, that's being a little dramatic. "Really? You don't mind?"

"If I minded I wouldn't have offered. If we leave now and don't run into more trouble, should be there in a few minutes." He turns and points his hand in the direction he was heading in. "I take that as a 'yes' then?" He doesn't want to assume after all.

"Yeah!" Sign him the heck up. Certainly has to beat going to a tavern at this rate, and he'll have company to boot. "Lead the way!"

"Alright, it's this way then." Taking to make sure Prompto was sticking with him, Sam sets a brisk pace towards his house in Lowtown; he really doesn't want to run into more trouble and just wants to be home.

"I haven't eaten yet so I was going to make some food. Are you hungry?" Even as he asks, Sam is already in thought, figuring out portions since he's already considering his roommates and their needs. "Ah... you don't have a problem with cats do you? Or a dog?"

Prompto's A-Okay with the pace. While he struggles a bit to keep up with Sam's longer strides, it's worth it if it means getting to someplace safer all the faster.

"Mmm, yeah. I could go for food! I had a quick bite to eat earlier, but I wouldn't call it much of a dinner." Two bread rolls definitely don't count as dinner. "Oh, I love dogs! And I just unexpectedly became a cat owner the other day, so, all good with cats."

Sam wouldn't even call that a quick bite, but then again he's been on missions where even getting two bread rolls would have been heavenly.

"Well that's good, since they'll probably be all over you when we get to my place." Hearing that Prompto now had a cat, Sam raises a brow with a grin. "Really? How did that happen?"

And Prompto would be promptly horrified if he told him that. But he's spoiled after having roamed around the countryside back home with full camping gear and Ignis the home taught chef.

"Let them at me." Dog kisses are the best okay. "Well, basically he just started following me around the Gallows one day and he hasn't left since."

Then Prompto was in for a 'pleasant' surprise if he ended up on a mission that only cared you had enough rations to live and get the job done.

"Picked you out of the crowd, huh?" He chuckles lightly at that, remembering the time he had gotten his cats. "I suppose my situation wasn't much different. Back in Skyhold, Nikita and Leonard were kittens and found a way into my lap; ended up taking them home with me afterwards. Maker, the look on Jim's face when all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and it had been taken over by kittens." He laughs a bit harder at that.

That will be an ugly, bad day. Cue a lot of whining.

"Something like that. Hopefully Noct thinks he made the right choice." Prompto laughs with him as he tells his story. He can absolutely picture the look on Kirk's face, to want to sleep only to find a bed covered in kittens. "Poor guy. Though, I mean, that's kind of a good problem to have."

"A problem I wish I was faced with more often then what we usually get," he agrees. His cheerful expression fades for a moment as he walks slower past a particular alley. When there doesn't to seem to be any danger Sam continues on, his smile returning.

"I take it that Noct is what you called your cat?" he inquires just as he takes a turn and stops before a door. He doesn't wait for an answer as he fishes out a key and takes a few moments to open the entrance. Holding the door open Sam motions for Prompto to enter. "Come on in."

The entrance isn't grand, the hallways immediately leading to a storage room, closet, and stairway to the right, and the wall on the left opening up to the kitchen. Straight ahead the room opens up into a dining and living space with a fireplace, which is also open to the kitchen.

"Wouldn't the world be so much better off if that's the biggest worry anyone had? 'Oh gee, my bed is covered in kittens. Whatever will I do?' Man oh man." A man can dream, even if it's from a pipe.

"Yeah! He's, uh, named after my best friend back home. Similar personalities and all. Plus, Noctis is a huge animal lover. Er, the human Noctis, I mean. Jury's still out on Kitty Noctis." So far the cat seems amicable enough, at least to Prompto.

He enters, thanking Sam before craning his head and taking a look around. Eight months in Thedas, and sometimes he's still not used to how different everything looks than from back home. Regardless, he nods in appreciation. "Nice place. Seems cozy enough."

Sam laughs at that. "Probably wouldn't be a good worry if you were afraid or allergic to cats," he muses.

"Ah, you named him after someone you know as well." Jim had named Leonard after someone on his ship if he remembered correctly. He supposed it was a way to keep connected to a home you couldn't get back to - yet. "Well you could always bring him here to test that out if you so wish, or if he needs company while you're away. Actually that's how I got roped into getting two." Well that was half the truth - part of it was he didn't have the heart to say 'no' to either one.

"Thank you," he says, locking the door before moving past Prompto towards the living area. After just a glance he heads over to the fireplace to feed it another log. "I hope it seems cozy. We kind of splurged a bit to buy a lot of things we couldn't have before due to space or money. Three of us live here so it's a little bit of all of us here."

Okay fair point. But still!! Much better problems than what life likes to throw at someone.

"Seemed kind of fitting. If Noct ever actually shows up here, might be kind of awkward to explain, but ah well." Chances of that are slim to none, Prompto reckons. "What cat was named after who?" Pause. "Or is it whom? I can never remember..." ANYWAY, the question still stands, grammatical query aside. "Yeah, that would work! I'm sure I'll need a cat sitter at some point, but it'd be good to introduce him to other people and all, right?" Make some friends, get used to other people, all that jazz.

"Did you guys move in right away? I know I would have if I had been stuck in those Skyhold rooms for long." The Gallows still feel a little claustrophobic at times, but at least they're not super cramped and he can get out and about in the city to escape.

"Jim named our black and white boy with a mustache spot after his doctor friend back from his ship; Leonard. I named the girl Nikita, just because I like the name and she's a bit of a troublemaker." Speaking of cats, Sam stands up and looks around seeing no sign of the furry felines. "Ah, and there is our newest addition, Jaylah-"

No sooner had Sam said the name there was a noise from upstairs, a thud as something seemed to bounce into a wall before scampering down the stairs and running directly to him. "And this would be her," he chuckles, reaching down to pet her. She seems content by it for a moment up until she notices Prompto and immediately runs at him with the same energy, looking for attention all the while sniffing at him.

"Skyhold wasn't bad for us. I had a loft above the armory back there. It wasn't big, but certainly a lot more space then most had. Kirk ended up living there with me after a while... so it made sense when we came here we shared a room at the Gallows. I put up with it, but I honestly hate being there more then I need to be. We had to wait a couple months before the Inquisition gave us permission to find elsewhere, and when we did we found something quickly. I'm rather happy with what we got."

Before Prompto can even respond, he hears the telltale thundering of an animal coming full speed for them from upstairs. His brief time with Pryna back home has gotten him used to the sound of a dog coming full speed from somewhere. Laughing, he watches as Jaylah nyooms into Sam. "You got the best of both worlds: cats and a dog." Of course, since she's asking so nicely, Prompto leans down, letting her sniff his hand before he gives her all the pets.

"So you and Kirk, huh?" Grin. D'aw, that's cute. Making a mental note to find things to tease them about because that's how Prompto rolls. "Yeah, the Gallows can be downright unsettling, and that's coming from someone who wasn't part of the history there. It's getting better, but sometimes you find stuff."

Edited (Jaylah the not-cat) 2017-11-18 20:33 (UTC)

"I suppose so. Nikita and Leonard are still in the process of getting used to it; they're okay with most dogs, but they didn't have to share with one before." They've had to offer a lot more places higher up so that they could get away from all of Jaylah's energy.

With Jaylah occupied and Prompto looking pleasantly distracted from previous events, Sam walks past into the kitchen and starts pulling out things to get a meal started. Setting some cheese and bread to the side for them to snack on, Sam hums lightly. "Me and Kirk," he confirms. "Me and Cyril as well," he adds. He's not sure if Prompto has met Cyril yet, but honestly he would be surprised if Cyril hadn't already introduced himself; that thought has him giving a short huff.

"At least cats can climb and hide as needed. Which is really good, considering that dogs just like to get up in your business all the time." Pryna and Umbra were pretty darn well behaved, but even they were affectionate.

He starts nodding as he confirms him and Kirk, but his eyes widen briefly when he tacks on him and Cyril. No, he hasn't met the elf (yet. But boy would he make an impression when he does). Oh, they're in a poly relationship. To his knowledge, he never met anyone in one, but hey, there's a first for everything! "Sounds like a happy arrangement. Are he and Kirk a thing, too, or are they both just with you?"

Considering he's busy with getting food ready, Sam doesn't catch the way Prompto's eyes widen. Even if he had he probably wouldn't be very surprised by it since it was generally different to how others went about relationships. Prompto's questions throw him off a little though since that isn't usually the first thing people ask when they do find out - if they find out; he doesn't advertise after all.

"Hmmm," he hums in thought. "I- don't think Cyril and Kirk are a thing, but they certainly enjoy each others' company." Certainly friends with benefits.

Prompto keeps on petting Jaylah, happy to douse her with attention. A dog would be great to have, but he's not sure if his cat would be pleased. And with how often he's away on missions for the Inquisition, it wouldn't be fair. That's, of course, not taking into consideration that he might not be here one day, if he should suddenly return home.

"That's good that they get along. Love triangles are fun to read about, but probably not so much fun to actually live out," he comments, standing up and stretching. He can't imagine how he juggles two boyfriends. Then again, he's never had one himself, or a girlfriend, so he's in no position to talk. "Do you need any help?"

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