[Open] You can take the Captain out of the Gaurd....

[didifuckingstutter]

WHO: Character(s) Aveline + You!
WHAT: Aveline has been "promoted" to Emissary of Kirkwall.  
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: It's a PR nightmare for Kirkwall's newest ambassador. Food shortages, cold weather, and people are turning blue.

It had been all of 48 hours since she had been told she would now be an Emissary of Kirkwall instead of Captain of the Guard. To say the news hadn’t been taken well was a understatement. She was well aware that she was probably the worst choice for this sort of thing, but the point was made that she was the only choice. It didn’t do well to inspire confidence, but, there was little left to argue about after that.

They required her to attend etiquette lessons with a pompous ass who delighted in teasing her about her un-femininity so much she ended up socking him in the jaw halfway through. But, she now knew the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork, so she counted it as a success. She was given a frilly new uniform, which immediately refused to wear and a “compromise” was eventually reached after some heated words were exchanged. She would still wear her own armor, but she would also be swathed in a half cloak with the Kirkwall crest on it, to make her easily distinguishable.

This, of course, was before everything had gone to pot. Things were a mess before, but now things had become dire. The people of Kirkwall were desperate for food, for warmth, and especially for a glimmer of hope that things would turn around somehow. The guard were on round the clock posts to try and keep the populus calm, but they could only do so much. She would never ask her guard to do anything she would not do herself, so she had parked herself in the main entrance to lowtown, hoping to calm as many as she could. She had “requisitioned” (strong armed) two carts full of blankets, and several dozen loaves of bread to pass out to the citizens until she could approach the Inquistion for aid.

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[didifuckingstutter]

She looked at him, a hurt look on her face. "You chased out another magister, and you didn't think to invite me? You cut deeply, Fenris."

She crossed her arms and struggled to keep a smile from poking through.

"And, the list of things wrong with your mansion is pretty extensive from my reckoning. But, since I have some free time on my hands, if you need help making it habitable, I'd be happy to help. Bring a broom, even."

This would also give her a chance to check up on him in a few days or so. He told her twice now that there was naught to be done, so she wouldn't push, but it didn't mean she was done worrying about him. But, perhaps distractions would prove to be helpful. If he declined, she'd probably still stop by just in case. She didn't like the idea of him being alone in that giant mansion. Unless perhaps he wasn't so alone. It had been a while since they last saw each other, and Fenris was wonderful, brooding and all. Of course there were others who could see that in him as well. She let her eyebrow quirk up as she looked at him.

"Unless there is a special someone who has already helped in that department."

[lyriumcarved]

“I’ll be sure to send you a personal, engraved invitation next time,” he says with the usual sarcasm, though there’s no malice to it when he’s talking to someone he genuinely likes. “It was an emergency, though, at the time, and had to be dealt with swiftly. There was no time to waste. We also ended up with a rift erupting as well, and demons to fight. That was… thrilling.” He scowls about that, still uneasy that such a thing had happened. Even now, he fully avoids the area where the rift had appeared.

“What is it with everyone insisting on that sort of thing?” He at least doesn’t outright refuse, knowing he probably can’t stop her from occasionally dropping by regardless. He doesn’t mind… too much. “I’ve even had offers for new curtains if you can believe it.” He shakes his head about that thought. But, of course, after all the battling that happened, extensive repairs had been kind of essential. “But I did give in to have someone assist me with repairing the roof. Things got… very out of hand, to put it mildly. No one special, though, I’m afraid.”

Oh, how he misses Isabela, though he’s at least had another casual encounter… thing. Still, it’s not anything he wants to consider a true commitment.