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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

[Do your own prompt, or message me and I'll make a specific one for you!]

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[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.]

[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?

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.

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.

[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.

Of course. I'm a multitasker, in any case.

[Standing up from where he'd made himself cozy, Twisted Fate adjusts his hat before chuckles at Kit.]

It'd be funnier if the Iron Bull were around. Then it'd be the Iron Bull and Twisted Fate.

From the Bull's Chargers? I've heard of him--never met him, though. [Kit leads the way out of his office at a relaxed pace and starts making his way towards the rookery.]

So what's brought you back to the Inquisition? Like as all you know your way around already, so I won't give you any tips or tricks in that regard. [This said with a friendly smile; Kit's glad to talk about other people, less so to talk about himself.]

He's bigger than how you might imagine him. Pleasant company, excellent liar.

[Twisted Fate shrugs at the question.] I finished my last mission and it was time to come back. Little else to it.

Excellent--? [Kit scratches at the underside of his jaw a second. Well, he supposes if someone is going to be a liar, might as well make sure to be the best one possible. Maybe. That's a weird thought.

He starts up the staircase and has to sidestep a courier coming down, then continues heading up.] That's all, huh? [He won't pry, beyond that; if the fellow prefers to be closed-lipped about his past, Kit won't go nosing into it.] Well I don't have any work for you immediately--Beleth didn't leave me marching orders that way--but I could use a hand or two getting the newer recruits up to scratch with their combat skills. Would that interest you?

[Twisted Fate just lets out a small laugh.] Work? Oh, no no, Kit. I didn't come to meet you for work. I came here to get to know you. Casually. Do you do that?

'Casually'?

[repeated in a tone of voice that suggests he's... not entirely sure how he's supposed to take that suggestion. He stops partway up the staircase to look back at Fate quizzically, though his expression is hardly unpleasant.] Well, could go for a pint, I guess, [he says after a second, scratches his beard, then lifts the papers again.] Let me run these up to the rookery first. How do you feel about the Hanged Man?

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