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[Open] chillin and killin
WHO: Resa and you??
WHAT: Working hard or hardly working
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
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WHAT: Working hard or hardly working
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.
1.) Training
It has, by this point, come to Resa's attention that, perhaps, she should be at least a little more able when it comes to defending herself. And after all of the Rifter Bullshit™ that's been going down, she's more sure than ever that it's wiser to keep any magical abilities to herself. Which means that she's going to have to learn how to use some kind of weapon.
It makes sense, but is harder than she'd expected in practice.
In the training area, she eyes the available practice weapons, reaches for a sword, then winces before actually touching it, like there was something about the sword she found physically repellant. Fucking iron. Steel was better, but only barely, not enough to touch it. A bow manages to be able to be held, but her attempt to fire an arrow ends with the arrow cluttering sadly to the ground.
"I miss guns.” She mumbles, cranky and suddenly worried that she's well and truly fucked regarding her ability to kill things.
2.) Important tanning work
Resa has, technically, signed up for diplomacy, but with all the nonsense going down, has yet to find any work that truly interests her.
Which, naturally, means she has yet to do any true work. And while she can fake productivity with the best of them, the day is far too nice to put forth such effort.
Instead, she finds a lovely patch of sun in the courtyard, lays out a blanket and pillows, fetches herself a lemonade with a little umbrella in it, and promptly begins lounging. After, of course, putting lotion on. It's not sunscreen, but whatever. Close enough.
After all, surely she's earned a self care day.
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The rift shard glimmering in her hand gives some clue as to the origin of this phenomenon. Obviously she's not from here. Perhaps in her world the darkening of her skin is a mark of something besides having to labor in it. Good news, someone's here to put a stop to that nonsense.
"A truly lovely afternoon, is it not?" asks Alexandrie, who is both returning from the diplomacy offices and very obviously gloved, hatted, and wearing a thin gauzy scarf wound around said hat which eventually makes its way around to cover the bareness of her shoulders. There is also a slightly larger parasol involved than the one currently adorning the other woman's drink.
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"It surely is. I wish we had a pool in this place, or a real beach. This would be great beach weather. And that'd be left would be inventing bikinis and trunks." Pause. "Those are clothes people wear swimming, where I'm from." She would kill for a bikini--possibly literally, don't test her.
"But you guys have pools, right? That's what this place really needs, I think. Get people to relax a little. Also, your skin tans better when its wet. And I'm afraid I might contract like. Five diseases if I swim in the harbor."
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"Perhaps a trip might be arranged to Lake Celestine at some juncture for some proper swimming," she says with a half-voiced sigh, "or a diplomatic mission to Antiva City." Would it be too much to ask for there to be some sort of incident for the Inquisition to take care of in a place where one can take proper leisure?
"Is it fashionable then, where you are from, to let your skin tan?" Alexandrie asks curiously, gesturing at a patch of unoccupied space on the blanket: may I?
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"Ohhh this sun is lovely, ain't it?" She waggles her fingers at Resa, the glimmer of the rift shard in her hand catching the sunlight as she goes.
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At Lexie's question about tanning, Resa squints at her for a moment, contemplates all the weird skin color arguments that Earth has, which she barely understood then, and doesn't particularly seek to try to explain to a place that doesn't seem to have much in the way of it. "Yeah, to a certain extent. It's a sign that, ah. You know. You go outdoors, you're active, you enjoy doing things. Um--" She's not an idiot, she can figure out why someone here might desire paler skin. "--Most of our work is done indoors. So someone who has a tan doesn't do a lot of work. They, ah."
She gestures to herself. "Hang out outdoors, instead." It's interesting, how the move to cubicle farms changed the perception of people spending their time outside.
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She's decided they're going to be friends. Make yourself valuable:
"I am sure there are better beans available than what the Inquisition chooses to supply," she says. Not a burn on the Inquisition really, but they are a military organization, and what military has ever truly seen to the needs of anyone for luxury? "I shall make a point to have a selection of their finest imported, so you may see what Thedas has to offer." Lexie provides a sparkling grin of her own. "In trade, you must continue to regale me with tales of your home. Obviously there is coffee. What do you do for fun?"
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"I believe if you pull the string back it will go further." He has only scholastic knowledge of the bow anymore, not having drawn one in a decade. The staff, hammer, and magic he knows but he's fairly certain she'd break too easily with the first two and there's no teaching magic to someone who doesn't have it.
Thor picks up one of the staves again and gives it a twirl, letting it spark as he shows off a little. Why not?
Self-care
Green eyes narrowed, purple hair swept up and away from her face, she worked silently and intently.
Well at least until Resa noticed her, at least.
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Another rifter, or just one of the natives unfortunate enough to get stuck with one? It's not something obvious to Resa just yet, though it's usually something she can figure out with enough exposure.
"It is lovely. So nice not to have to deal with smog and pollution blocking the sun, here." She hums contemplatively, sliding the sunglasses back down. "It's almost worth no one knowing what electricity is."
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Attempting to explain guns is a complicated feat, but Resa doesn't freeze right in the middle of her sentence because she's daunted by the attempt. She stops right as she turns around to look at Thor, just in time to watch him remove his shirt. The sight manages to chase off trivial things from her mind, like whatever the hell she was just talking about. Who even cared when she was currently being so fortunately blessed?
The show of sparks is what startles her into remembering that a conversation involves participation from both parties, not just blatant oogling. Some day, she'll get used to people being so open about magic, but decades of wariness are hard to undo.
"--They're weapons. That we used in my world. I knew how to use them." Specialized ones, made by fae for fae, without any of the nasty iron that burned them so. But they did the job, just the same. "I don't know how to use any of the weapons that are here--but you seem to be pretty talented."
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"Better beans? That is amazing. I've been trying to find ways to improve what we have, but..." She waves her hand airily. "You can dress up a cow as pretty as you can, it'll still moo." It's a weird saying, but it probably manages to convey the sentiment intended. "I would love to see what Thedas has to offer."
The exchange offered isn't quite fair, but since Resa is the one currently benefiting, she files it away for later. A favor for a favor is the fae way, after all--none of them could abide the idea of owing someone.
"Let me see...for fun? Well, this, of course. Though it's often done at a proper beach or pool, which is much funner, because there are people around--" And she leans forward with a conspiratorial grin, like she has an incredible secret to share with Lexie. "Epecially cute guys, who are almost always running around shirtless." A completely shameless giggle follows. "There are other things to do, of course, but nothing quite as fun to watch."
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However, once she does figure out what's going on, she doesn't actually move to stop Mal, or even acknowledge her--maybe because she suspected the other woman would stop, if she knew Resa were on to her. Instead, she shifts, stretching out, and makes sure to pose with her best angles facing Mal. The arrangement could be natural, but it's almost too natural, careful efforts taken to appear effortless.
It's not instagram, but without the internet, it'll probably do.
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"No clouds today, though they're nice to have around too sometimes," she says airily, then purses her lips. "Umm... Speakin' of that, what's electricity?" She's a bird, Resa. Sorry.
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"You have perfect taste in location," Lexie says approvingly, "I find it most agreeable to be at leisure and watching soldiers train." She grins. "Sometimes they laugh and tease each other if you wave." There's a brief pause, and then her eyes sparkle mischievously. "Is there anyone you have found it particularly nice to observe thus far?"
Gossip, let's gossiiiiiip.
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It is too perfect, but honestly that is how most classic art starts out. Mal is giving her own careful touches to it though. More shadow than light, making the image more stark and yet more compelling. Focusing on certain aspects of the young woman's face and body, to bring out the small touches of a person just enjoying themselves.
Herian
She has the advantage this time. She isn’t going to risk losing it.
So the appointment with Herian is made, and Resa shows up at the other woman’s office accordingly. The performance begins as soon as she arrives, slight fidgeting as she steps in, that moves to shifting in her seat as she sinks down into the chair. Nervous, even fearful. Look, she’s so small and innocent and scared. How sad.
"I've been wondering if I should bring this up—how I could bring it up. But I figured, the Inquisition should know, just in case. It’s, um—A warning. In case someone I know comes through a rift. I know it sounds paranoid, but—" She laughs nervously as she glances off to the side. "—He's chased me all over our world, it would figure if he managed to track me all the way to Thedas."
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He stretches, looking pleased enough with himself and the conversation despite how he'd come here to train. The Rifters are an interesting group.
"Magic is my main weapon. But it does not defeat everything, so I train with hammer and staff as well. Perhaps there is an alternate to... guns? that we can find for you. You are small, are you fast? Some people who are small and fast like daggers."
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“It’s a thing we have on my world. Don’t worry about it.” They’ll all be quite dead and gone by the time Thedas gets around it it, if it ever does. “The point is that no one knows what it is, after all. The real important question is...” And here she leans forward, eyes flickering over the other woman. “...Have the people here provided you with proper clothes? If they haven’t, I’ll have words with them for you. I can be very convincing.”
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She thinks on that for a moment, tapping her chin. “—So far, most I’ve only seen from a distance, or spoke to through the crystals. There have been a few, so far. Ah—first one is a man named Daniel, I think he’s from my world? Cute, in a nerdy kinda way. Got these glasses and gets all flustered when you flirt with him. Those kinds of guys can be tricky to pin down, but they’re always so eager to please, and follow directions very nicely.” AKA she’s pretty sure he’s a giant sub.
“And one other—His name is Thor, of House Asgard. Native to here, and built like a brick wall. I’m pretty sure his bicep is the size of my head. I’m not sure what a guy like him would be into, but if you’re doing it while looking at a face like that, who really cares?”
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He might not be so bad to tell. He’s a mage, he seems comfortable with being one—
—But you let loose a secret, even to one person, and it stops being a secret. And she’s still not sure how she feels about sharing her abilities.
“I’ve handled knives before, I can try daggers—But let me try a staff, first.” Mostly because all the daggers here have steel or iron in them. But a simple wooden staff is available, and Resa picks it up, giving it a spin. “You lead your father’s men? You must be very brave. And adept in battle. I’ve been in fights before, but I’d call them skirmishes, more than anything else.”
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She had begun sporting a wide impish smile at Resa's mention of Thor. While oddly not her type, as evidenced by her repeated and enthusiastic carrying on with the younger of the two brothers, who appears to share little with the elder save blood and power (and even that manifested in opposition), the appeal of bedding such a man is not lost on her. Especially if one enjoys biceps the size of ones head.
"The first I know nothing of, but the second... Well. You must come to the party dear Evie and I are hosting for our birthday this week and you shall have a chance to run into Lord Thor of House Asgard." Also, we're friends now.
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"I'm from Tevinter, a battlemage. Those of us who claim that title are very adept. We need to be." He's matter of fact, taking a stance as he talks for fighting with staff alone. "If you stand like this, you'll be balanced and prepared to move with and against your opponent. Hold it with space between your hands, and you will be more able to maneuver it. It is... not like a knife, at all."
This is new. His family had brought in teachers for him before; he's never taught. Or even tried to teach.
"Bear with me. I have never instructed before."
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"...This is what they gave me, I guess? I dunno, I never had stuff like this before. Am I supposed to have more?"
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She grins at the invitation, and nods. Even if she decides that she isn't interested in Thor--and he will be interested in her, of course, who wouldn't be?--it would be fascinating to get to see some fancy old-timey party.
"I'd be delighted to go, especially if he'll be there. Just don't mention I said anything! I have to try to act suave, you know?"
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But Resa is eager to learn, even more than she is to ogle, because what he's showing her is important, something that will let her defend herself, keep herself safe. So she mimics his stance, holding it how he demonstrates.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be critiquing your teaching technique. I'm grateful that you're helping me, period." She assures him, with a quick smile. "I'll have to make it up to you, at some point."
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