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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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"Alcohol never helps things, either." Prompto rubs the back of his head, nodding at her suggestion. "Well, except when you're feeling shaken up. Think it's wise to go in there, though? I mean, the natives have been kind of hostile lately, and that guy might have more buddies in there."

"Every tavern's going to have its bottom-feeders. But I know that place and they know me, since I've done bouncer work there. Anyone who gives us shit is going to get tossed out on their ass, right quick." She goes to the door and holds it open for him. "Don't let the assholes win, this is your city too."

He's still a little on edge, but Korrin's tough, and he feels safe enough to go in as she holds open the door. "I don't know. I'm not even from Thedas, and I feel like I just waltzed in here. Can't say I blame them for being nervous." Especially since he, as a rifter, is an unknown entity.

"Nervousness is understandable, but there's that and then there's being a bigoted asshole. The line's gotta be drawn somewhere." Korrin leads the way to the bar and pulls up a seat, signalling for an ale. "I can guess what's got them on edge, though. Half our leadership here is 'foreign' and one is a 'savage Dalish elf'; if you're not human or Andrastian, people get weird. And that goes double or more when in a highly visible position. Nevermind that in the time they've taken charge, Kirkwall hasn't gone to shit any more than it already has. All you've done is exist at them."

Ahhh, that would explain the recent rise in hostility. It hadn't even occurred to Prompto, but then, he's still not entirely attuned to Thedas and its political climate. "Yeah, really," he says a bit derisively. "From where I'm standing, the humans haven't done a bang up job keeping the place from flying apart at the seams. I mean, there's a scary magister guy running amok making a mess of things, there are things going crazy from red lyrium, their religious leader got blown up, and they're worried about someone with pointy ears being in charge of a division?"

"Exactly." Korrin doesn't care for Thranduil, not really, but her issues certainly don't stem from him being a rifter. "As far as I can tell, the Research division isn't being run any more incompetently than it was before, same with Diplomacy now that it's run by that rifter mage, Madame de Cedoux. And Beleth knows more about scouting than most humans, I bet. But because of nonsense about 'demons', they think that's not possible. Fuckheads. I'm a mage, I know what demons are and what they're not. They should try listening, sometime."

"Yeah, yeah!" PREACH IT, GIRL. "Like, nothing's on fire and everything's fine! We're not here to hurt anybody." Well, except for Corypheus' people and angry bears in the Hinterlands. "But I guess they're all just running scared. Easier to demonize the people you can see and know then some evil, mustache twisting guy out there you've never seen."

"That's a pretty decent standard for Kirkwall, you know, the whole 'nothing's on fire' bit. Even the human, native, non-mage Viscount couldn't manage that when he was alive." She rolls her eyes, taking another sip. "Not everyone brainwashed or braindead, but it's definitely going to be an uphill battle to get the rest not to panic. Hell, some still look at me as though I'm planning to lead a Qunari horde through the city."

"The Qunari attack. I heard about that. Doesn't sound like it was a real good time for anyone." Poor Kirkwall. At least Hawke managed to stop it, even if it resulted in a dead Viscount and leaving things precarious. "Little hard to lead a horde when there's not, you know, an actual horde in the city."

"Oh, didn't you hear? I can conjure a Qunari horde out of my ass, just like that." Korrin snaps her fingers, then bumps him lightly with her hip. "That's why I try not to visit Hightown, never know when my ass will mean the destruction of Kirkwall and all the people of 'good, noble stock' in it."

Of course Prompto laughs, because how can you not laugh at the image of a horde of Qunari charging out of someone's butthole? "I don't know, I feel like the nobles could use some excitement. They're way too boring for their own good."

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