set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

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[dashing]

( In short, commence the grand chase.

The heated baths are in the former Templar tower, while Sarah and Cosima, and previously Franklin, all reside in the former mage tower. As he bursts from the doors, Franklin veers across the courtyard towards the former mage tower, before seeming to remember something and veering towards another tower, central to the Gallows keep.

The good news is that the odds of treading in something disgusting are low. However, it is unfortunate for Sarah that his destination is on the eighth floor of the tower, through the library and past several offices. So, so unfortunate. What's even more unfortunate is that he stops and runs back to her, doing a lap just beyond grasping distance to encourage his new, playful friend, to keep chasing him.

At one point Franklin barks twice, waits for Sarah to be almost within reach, and then scurries off again with her shirt. )

[coppelganger]

[ Look, despite her insistence that she doesn't work out and hates running, Sarah is in good shape. She manages to keep Franklin in her sights and comes close to grabbing him a few times. She is, however, running around in a towel, with her pants and boots stuffed under one arm. By the time she's made her way up eight fucking floors, she's gasping for breath, nauseous, and seriously considering giving up. At this point it's only the fact that she's tried so hard and come so far that's stopping her from bailing. ]

You... stupid... fuck...

[dashing]

( You know that adorable thing where dogs look back over their shoulders, and then rear back a little on their feet in excitement, and then dash forward? That is exactly what Franklin does as he surges forward into a room.

The room is tidy, beautiful compared to some others, if sparingly furnished at the time being. There's a circular table with some chairs, a fireplace, and at the back of the room, just before the window, a desk. Away in the corner, a corgi slinks in with his prize, tucking it into his bed.


Herian is sitting at her desk, and looking at Franklin, faintly bemused, before looking to the door. )

— Oh.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah stands in the doorway, chest heaving, and wipes a wet strand of hair out of her eyes with her free hand. Then she points at Franklin, wordlessly. The implication miiight be that if Herian doesn't handle this before Sarah gets to him, things could go badly. It might just be a threat, but Herian doesn't know her stance on animal abuse, now does she? ]

[dashing]

( Briefly (but only briefly) she can't help but think it's Cosima, before the differences in how they move make it apparent. The hair, the tattoos, that follows, but it's the movement that she notices first.

And then she follows the direction Sarah's pointing to, spotting Franklin contently lurking in his basket. His nose is tucked under some material, and then he looks at Herian before LOOKING AWAY.

Herian, for her part, looks between the two, and pushes herself up from her seat. )

Come in, Sarah. You may... shut the door, if you wish. ( She's really not sure to say. ) I take it... Franklin has absconded with something?

[coppelganger]

No, just thought I'd get naked and sprint up eight flights of stairs for fun. He's got my shirt.

[ She shuts the door behind her and takes a step further into the room, though she's awkward about it. She is in nothing but a towel, after all, and she and Herian haven't exactly been friendly. ]

[dashing]

( A sigh. Cosima is literally the best, Sarah is literally... not the worst, but far, far below her sister on the awesome scale.

Dryly, ) I do not like to presume what others enjoy doing with their time.

( Moving to Franklin's basket, she retrieves the shirt, though not without needing to speak to him quietly, and Franklin holding onto the shirt with his teeth before obediently (woefully) letting go. Shaking the shirt out reveals a couple of corners to be wet with drool, and a few areas to be dusty from it being dragged through the dirt and across many floors.

She looks at the shirt, critically, and then looks to Sarah. )

I apologise for Franklin. He's a fiend of sock collection, generally. I see his interests have expanded.

[coppelganger]

Maybe keep him on a leash next time instead of letting him wander wherever he wants. It's not like this hasn't happened before.

[ She's referring specifically to the time Cosima lost him for a day, though she doesn't say so. She's not sure if Herian even knows that happened, and she doesn't want to be the one to throw Cosima under the bus if not. ]

[dashing]

( There is an unnecessarily sharp response that hangs on her tongue. The sharpness and the control are both due to Sarah's link to Cosima, sparking defensiveness and apology at the same time. Instead of indulging her snippiness, she folds the shirt, and holds it out to Sarah, drooly, with dog hair and dust sticking to it. )

I thank you for your concern. Certainly I will make sure to be more mindful with training him to stay close. I was not aware that he had wandered far enough to steal away your garments previously; if you require payment for laundering, I can see to it.

[coppelganger]

Oi. You've got a shirt of Cosima's around here somewhere, yeah? I'm not putting this on. It's been dragged all over the ground. [ Not to mention this dog probably licks his own butthole on a regular basis and it was in his mouth, Herian. ]

[dashing]

( Her incredulity slips out unbidden. )

You come here and demand I hand over something not your own?

( Oops, she didn't mean to sound so—

well, all this. Taking a moment to calm herself, she stops. )

I will give you something of my own. Cosima's belongings are not mine to give.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah actually looks surprised at the refusal. Not because of her own rudeness, but because she's asking for something of Cosima's. She's so used to borrowing another clone's clothes as a matter of course, the idea that someone would just say no hadn't even occurred to her until now. ]

What? She won't care. I'll give it back to her when I get to my place. She's my sister.

[dashing]

And I am glad you both have family here. ( A beat of silence, as she lets that rest. ) That does not entitle you to what is hers when she is not here to offer it.

( Nefarious scrub )

[coppelganger]

So call her and ask if you're so concerned.

[ Sarah's chin juts out, petulant, and her eyes move to where Herian's crystal is hanging. DO IT. DO IT!!! She dares you!!! ]

[dashing]

( YOU CALL HER.

She pointedly does not fiddle with the communication crystal hanging from the leather cord at her, and instead watches Sarah cooly. )

I have offered you my own clothes. I fail to see why they might be insufficient.

[coppelganger]

[ WELL, OKAY, FINE. Sarah whips out her own crystal, still holding eye contact with Herian. It's a total #powermove. ]

Cos, it's Sarah. I'm at Herian's wondering if I can borrow one of your shirts.

[ AND THEN COSIMA SAYS YES. HAHA, SUCK IT, HERIAN. ]

[dashing]

( SHE JUST WANTED HER TO ASK ON PRINCIPLE AND BE RESPECTFUL, GOD!!!

Herian nods respectfully, and moves to the door off her office, which leads into the private quarters she and Cosima share. She grabs a couple of garments - one darker, one a deep red - and returns to the office, but leaves the door open. )

You are welcome to change in there, if you like.

( Rather than continuing to run around naked. )

[coppelganger]

Cool, thanks.

[ She grabs the darker shirt and carries it and the rest of her clothes into the private quarters. ]

Not that you haven't seen it all before, yeah? [ she says, much more cheerfully (because she won the argument), before shutting the door in Herian's face. ]

[dashing]

I'll thank you not to make distasteful comments, ( Herian calls through the door, because SARAH DID NOT WIN THE ARGUMENT. HERIAN WON THE ARGUMENT BECAUSE SARAH CALLED COSIMA AND GOT PERMISSION. SO THERE.

It's a good thing they are both super mature adults. )

[coppelganger]

How is that distasteful? [ Sarah calls as she struggles to pull on her leather pants, because they're leather pants. ] It's just a fact, innit?

[dashing]

You and Cosima are different people. Your bodies and privacy are your own, and sacredly so. Comparisons seem— akin to leering, and disrespectful to you both.

( She's leaning against the wall alongside the door. )

[coppelganger]

[ Well, that's the first thing Herian has said that Sarah completely agrees with. She goes quiet inside the room, finishes dressing, and emerges wearing Cosima's shirt. The effect, as always, is slightly strange—Cosima, but not Cosima—but less so now because the rest of her outfit and hairstyle is still 100% Sarah. She looks at Herian sharply for a moment, as if searching her face for something, but doesn't speak. ]

[dashing]

( She's surprised by the silent examination, returns the look, though her own expression is one of faint curiosity. A little kinder, perhaps. )

I apologise. And I will see to bettering Franklin's training.

[coppelganger]

Right.

[ For a second, it looks like Sarah will leave without saying anything else, but then she stops herself. ]

What has she told you? About home?

[dashing]

( Herian, for her part, is surprised that Sarah doesn't just keep walking. )

She told me that she has many sisters, though you were none of you raised together, for the sake of an experiment to study how different circumstances might shape each of you. That all of you were lied to, and subjected to experimentation and examination without your permission, and at times betrayed by people you trusted. Personal agency was... rended from herself, and all of you.

( There have been so many small conversations these past two years, Herian not eager to push or demand, and Cosima perhaps guarding herself in a different way than Herian does. Where Herian lets ice crawl over her, Cosima acts as if the world is sunny and warm even when terrible things lurk. )

Your world sounds a dark and dangerous place, even without magic and demons, but she... told me that she trusts your word.