[Closed] Whoops.

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth & friends
WHAT: A confusion grenade goes awry and Beleth immediately realizes the Gallows is full of ENEMIES who need to be STABBED
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Training room
NOTES: Closed to the people I already talked to about this, basically my excuse for putting Beleth on hiatus. Warning for trying to stab people??

The day starts out fairly normally, Beleth in the training room, a grenade in her hands, that she's inspecting closely. "Confusion grenades are so important," She's explaining, "Because they cut out a lot of work for us. With our enemies attacking each other, we can wait on the sidelines and let them wear themselves down on one another, before we risk any of our own." But this one is different, new, and she needs to make sure that it actually functions like a grenade, before going trying it in the field.

So, without further ado, she lights the fuse, and starts to toss it. But the grenade has barely left her hands before it goes off, a fantastic explosion that knocks Beleth off her feet.

Rising to her feet, the Scoutmaster seems to be none the worse for wear, save a quick round of wheezing coughs. A few moments of silence follows, Beleth staring at the ground as she gets her bearings, and then slowly turns to look around.

It's hard to think, mind wrapped in a hazy fog that offers little room for thoughts, aside from one.

--Enemies. She's surrounded by enemies. How did they get here? Is this an assassination attempt? How--? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that she deals with them before they hurt anyone else.

A dagger appears in her hand, and without warning, she darts at whoever is closest, slicing at their face as soon as she's within range.

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[wickedchase]

[It's taken longer than he'd expected; various encounters of demons and the like, but eventually, Twisted Fate does make it back to Kirkwall.

To him, he decides that the first person who should be treated to his faithful return is Beleth. As such, he does the most probable romantic(??) thing possible, which is waiting on her windowsill, shirt tastefully(??) open, and a jeweled flower in hand.

So when the door opens and it's her, he winks.]

Missed me?

[arlathvhen]

[ Her first thought, when she enters her room, is: there's a person on my windowsill. Her second thought is: there's an assassin on my windowsill (but why is his shirt open?). She reaches for her belt--but her dagger has been removed, for the very good reason of avoiding her stabbing people in this very kind of situation.

Never mind, though, she doesn't need her dagger. A quick strides see her across the room, and one hand slams on her windowsill, right next to Fate's head, and the other grabs his collar, pulling him towards her. This in and of itself might not be entirely alarming, all things considered, but the look in her eyes hints that something is amiss. There's no recognition, no warmth, or relief that he's alive. Just cold anger, and the hiss: ]

Who sent you? Tell me who your master is, or I will wreck you.

[ Or: Maybe she's just in A Mood. ]

[wickedchase]

[One would think that Twisted Fate's survival skills are better than this, but he's become so relaxed with Beleth that when her hand slams by his head and she grabs for his collar that he doesn't immediately consider the possibility that something is wrong.

The way she looks at him gives some... kind of impression that something is off, on the other hand.

Still, he tries for a chuckle and he says lewdly:] Maybe I want you to wreck me. This is foreplay now? Please say it's foreplay.

[arlathvhen]

[ At least, if nothing else, his words manage to give her pause, and she takes a break from interrogating this (seductive??) ASSASSIN to stare at him, baffled. ] What are you going on about? Don’t—Don't try to confuse me, I’m already—[ Confused. She’s already confused, but is this part of it? Absently, her hand goes to her belt again, checking for a weapon that isn’t there. ]

Where did my dagger—did they take it? Just a minute, don’t try to kill me just yet. [ It’s a good thing he isn’t an actual assassin. Beleth steps back, heading for her desk, where she leafs through the papers scattered over it, with Sorrel’s untidy scrawl saying things like 'eat food or you'll die' and 'they aren’t trying to kill you, dumbass'. She stares at these for a moment and then, suddenly calmer, begins arranging them. It seems like she’s just completely ignoring Fate for a minute, until she looks up, and with a startled jerk, notices him for the first time (again). ]

Who—What are you doing here—?