drink up

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Twisted Fate is getting trashed. Get trashed with him.
WHEN: During and/or post-Nevarra, I'm flexible.
WHERE: The Hanged Man, primarily.
NOTES: N/A, at the moment

♠ i. evening

[It's about as busy as it normally is for the infamous, terrible, rundown, sorry excuse of a tavern. People accept their swill, bypassing the unfortunate taste for the effect it brings, and that's about as good as it gets.

In a corner, one of the human locals of dear, sweet Kirkwall slams his fist down, snarling at Twisted Fate: "You're cheating!"

Fate, for his part, looks terribly smug and confident, his grin prominent behind the crown of his hat.]

Unless you have any proof, I kindly suggest you leave what you bargained with.

[Furious, the man throws down a purse of coins, storming off toward the bar to undoubtedly get angrily drunk as a result.

Twisted Fate helpfully calls after him:]

Maybe don't gamble if you're going to be a sore loser about it!

[Fate chuckles, snagging the coin purse. At a passing waitress, he winks at her and says:] Another tankard, if you please.


♠ ii. late evening

[Stumbling out from the tavern, Twisted Fate clears his throat and adjusts his hat. He hums a moment before clicking his tongue as he starts to make his way through Lowtown, heading in the direction of Hightown.

As he goes around a corner, a set of men are waiting for him, one of which includes the angry card player from before.]

Oh. This a welcoming party? [Fate's voice is far removed from his usual posh accent he puts on, rolling drunkenly more into his natural Dalish accent he works to obscure.] Don't think I know any of you.

["You cheated me out earlier!"]

Gonna have to be a bit more specific. [Fate sniffs and scratches his chin.] Look, you're drunk. I'm drunk. Let's worry about this before y'do anything stupid.

[That manages to only make the man more pissed off, of course.]


♠ iii. wildcard

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ii. late evening

[castintoflames]

(The angry shout interrupts his rounds. Maedhros has no fear of entering a fray - or breaking one up. He approaches almost silently, eyes bright and sharp in the dim light. Before the man can strike out at Fate - he certainly has the support to do just that - he grabs the back of the man's shirt and nearly hefts him off his feet.

Hi, have a six foot eight armored Arda Elf with flame red hair. Surely he is the best peace-maker?)

There is no need for stupidity. How else can this be settled?

[wickedchase]

[The man that Maedhros lifts up lets out a startled shout, flailing uselessly. Twisted Fate blinks through his drunken haze, then smiles broadly at the impressively tall elf.

Oh, he remembers that voice.]

My charming rescuer.

["I-- I want my money back!" demands the man being... well, manhandled.

Twisted Fate looks down at his nails.] Shouldn't be a gambling man if you don't like to gamble your goods away. So that's not happening.

But I'm willing to forgive and forget if you all are?

[castintoflames]

I cannot say that is accurate. (Maedhros recognizes him too, but he is cautious on taking sides. Yet any drunken brawls, no matter their reason, are generally bad ideas. He keeps a tight grip on the back of the man's shirt, arching a brow.)

If you participated in an illegal gamble, no one is right. Do not worsen it with blows and thoughts of revenge.

(He belatedly realizes he is lifting the man up too far. He sets him down with a smile of apology.)

[wickedchase]

Hm?

[Thoughtfully, Twisted Fate sticks out his lower lip, tilting his head to look over the much taller elf. He does sigh a little bit at the statement, slightly disapproving.

The man, once set down, dusts himself off. The fight has died in his eyes, and finally he growls to his friends, "Let's go. Let the knife-ears piss off."

Once the men disperse, Twisted Fate chuckles and folds his arms.] Bit of a stick in the mud, are we? Good thing you're more handsome than I imagined.

[castintoflames]

(Knife-ears. He will never get used to that insult. He imagines having actual knife-ears might be useful in combat, though not many can reach his head anyway.)

No, I have simply experienced more than my fair share of revenge and illegal doings. (Summary: it never ended well and sometimes it ended in a tragedy.) Why knife-ears? The rabbit comment almost makes sense for some, but knives? I do not see any serrated edges.

(His hand comes to rest on the hilt of his still sheathed sword, the fingers relaxed. The motion is merely out of habit and something about his features softens.)

I look better than I did on Arda.

i

[gatheringstorm]

[Another night, another shift as the Hanged Man's bouncer. It's rather easy to keep the peace when there are few that can rival Korrin's height or fighting spirit, after all. This night is no different, and while Twisted Fate is around, she keeps an eye on him just in case any assholes try to mess with her friend. That her friend is undoubtedly cheating them at cards is their problem, not hers. When that man stalks off, Korrin heads over and watches him go.]

Aw, and here I was looking forward to literally tossing him out. Maybe the next one?

[wickedchase]

[Fate smiles brightly when he sees Korrin approach, sitting up a little more upright.]

Next one's all yours, I promise. You allowed to drink on the job?

[gatheringstorm]

[She shrugs.]

There's no reason not to. You know me, it takes ungodly amounts of the stuff to get me hammered and the watered down stuff they serve here doesn't even approach that.

[wickedchase]

All right, that's fair. Your constitution is not one I'd ever dream of challenging. Still, let me buy you a round. I doubt anyone wants to piss off the lovely horned lady, hm?

[gatheringstorm]

[She chuckles at that, and sits down beside Twisted Fate, gently elbowing him.]

They never do. So tell me, how have you been settling in? Have you seen all the wholesome and not-at-all creepy sights that Kirkwall has to offer?

iii wildcard -- the other powers project office

[ragweed]

[Kit doesn't have any formal orders requiring him to take over Beleth's responsibilities as head of the Scouting division in her absence, but there are some things he's happy to do regardless. Sorting through her mail really isn't one of them, but he's a decent enough guy, so here he is, going through it and trying to determine what should go to Beleth, what should go to the other division heads, and what should probably be sent on to Skyhold because who in the Void thought it was a good idea to send them this, etc. etc. etc.

He's at his desk with the door open, as is his preference, idly smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.]

[wickedchase]

[Most people might knock or announce their arrival before just coming into the office. Instead, Twisted Fate steps in with his arrogant swagger, not taking a seat on a chair. No, he's sitting on the edge of the desk, not terribly far from Kit himself.]

So this is who stands in for dear, sweet Beleth while she's off parading in Nevarra. Kit, isn't it?

Let's see, what were her words. "I'm the one your boss warned you about", or something like that?

[ragweed]

Something like that, [Kit answers, looking up at Fate through a haze of smoke, and can't seem to decide whether to be amused or annoyed. 'Amused' might win on a better day, but he's had such a string of rotten luck lately that ultimately, he decides he's just tired.]

Kit, isn't it?

That's me. [He takes another quick drag off the cigarette, blows the smoke off to the side, then looks Fate's way again. He tries for a lopsided grin; the guy seems friendly enough.] She never got around to telling me your name though.

[wickedchase]

So then I take it she just told you to pretend to know what she meant, then. Oh, Beleth. Do never change.

[Once upon a time, it may have annoyed him a little. These days, he really just thinks of her fondly. She's clever, but competitive in trying to one-up him. It's adorable.]

I go by Twisted Fate. I was away for quite sometime for a mission. I know Beleth, but I wanted to get to know you better.

[ragweed]

[Well that's a surprise. Kit raises his eyebrows, then taps the excess ash off the end of his cigarette before tucking it between his lips.] Well, [he says around the end of it,] you want to walk and talk? I'm taking these up to the rookery to be sent off to Skyhold.

[He's definitely not a tall man as he gets up and collects up several folders containing letters to be mailed.] Twisted Fate, huh? Interesting surname.

i

[arlathvhen]

You know, I think that you like riling up angry, drunk shemlen, just to test your luck. You should be more careful, or you'll end up with your guts spilled in some disgusting alleyway.

[ Beleth, with a cloth bag in her hand, steps neatly around other occupants of the tavern, giving them as wide of a berth as physically possible, until she stops at Fate's table, and makes a motion to the waitress. ]

He doesn't need another tankard. [ Luckily for Fate, this isn't Beleth's attempt to impose some kind of alcohol limit on him. Turning around to Fate, she gestures to the bag. ] I have the wine. And glasses. Do you want to drink here? [ Is that even allowed?? Who knows. ]

[wickedchase]

You say that as if I haven't been doing this for years. Tsk, tsk. Which one of us spent nearly all their lives in a clan again?

[Well, that does get his attention. He raises his brows at her, then he shrugs.]

I enjoy the environment, but the wine deserves better. We'll go elsewhere. Your pick, darling.

[arlathvhen]

You do realize that the longer you do it, the greater your chances of someone actually managing to get at you?

[ He gets a Look™ at the pet name, is this a thing now? Is he going to try to make this a thing? But making a deal about it will probably just encourage him. ]

...Have you been to the forest in Hightown, yet? It's a beautiful place.

[ Is it odd, to bring him there? But it's one of her favorite places in Kirkwall, and he should get a chance to see it, before Kirkwall manages to get enough people bothered to mow it down. ]

[wickedchase]

People are always chasing me, for one reason or another. Suppose it's only a matter of time no matter who it is.

[Despite the words, it's all spoken in his usual jovial tone.]

I've seen it from the outside. Hadn't a moment to really look at it within. But if that's your fancy, then we can go.

[arlathvhen]

[ She frowns at that, and wants to say something, express some concern that maybe she doesn't want to wake up one day and have a notice on her desk that his corpse had been found in some forsaken crevice in Lowtown. But she's already told him that she worries once, and she doesn't need to make things weird. ]

I think I'd like to go there, yes. Unless you can think of somewhere better.

That doesn't involve trespassing or anything illegal.

I

[samahl]

[Cyril mostly comes here to people watch and catch up on gossip. When he sees Twisted Fate he can't help the smile that comes to his face.

He slides up a bit closer.]

Careful, or soon no one will want to play with you. And that would be a very sad day indeed.

[wickedchase]

[Seeing another familiar face brings a bright smile to Twisted Fate, and he beckons Cyril to join him.]

Oh, but you'll play with me, won't you? [He says, teasing.] Now here's a pretty sight I've missed. Cyril, how've you been?

[samahl]

I'm been busy, my friend, and now I'm pleased to see you.

As far as playing... I know better than to bet real money against you. I'll play for fun though.

[wickedchase]

Good to see you too.

[That remark earns a laugh.] Well, you're free to play for funsies anytime. Nothing important happened with you in the last year? I suppose I could talk about my diplomatic mission but it's boring.

[samahl]

Well.... I was asked by the First of your old Clan to give her my hand in marriage?

[He offers, making a bit of a face that shows he isn't sure how Fate will taking bringing up his family.]