An attempt to join this Inquisition business. (Closed)

[hwaaaitsme]

WHO: Thranduil and Loki
WHAT: Loki speaks with the head of the Research department and tries to get into his good graces. It probably won't work.
WHEN: (A bit timey-wimey.) Backdated to just before the sickness event.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Loki gonna Loki.

Thor had already done his part attempting to sell the Inquisition on their services. Unshockingly his attempts had been met with more than reasonable resistance. It was, therefore, up to Loki to make a solo attempt on their behalf. His family name and house did little to sway things in this part of Thedas, as was evidenced by the lack of reaction to the words of Odin of House Asgard, but Loki was, himself, a skilled politician and manipulator. He'd navigated Orlais as easily as a a bird navigates open skies; surely the leader of their research division could not be so tricky as the whole of the Orlesian court.

He was a rifter, or an elf, Loki had heard mixed reports, but either was not so terribly complex that he couldn't work his will upon them. He was charming, handsome, and rich; any one of those would have been sufficient but he was graced with the triad.

He finds himself at the office of the man, stationed in a tower of a Southern mage prison (quaint), and raps on the door expectantly. Politely even, which, it seemed, was a rare commodity in these parts. His dress is not especially ostentatious, not by his measure, but there is no doubt he is from a fashionable and wealthy house. The gold and green in his outfit are woven threads of spun magic, after all, and his jewelry is enchanted to gleam appropriately in any given light.

He would make an impression and they would be set to assist and Thor would, ideally, cease his pouting.