[closed]

[rathercommon]

WHO: Lakshmi, Kitty, and Flint
WHAT: Revolutionary fam
WHEN: Timelines, what are timelines, go away
WHERE: Gallows? sure
NOTES: Things might get pi-radical

[ The trip to and from Tevinter had been eventful, in ways both dreadful and marvelous. The destruction and the death had been sobering and terrible; Corypheus' attack had been devastating, no question of it. People, both good and bad, were dead - and lives were destroyed - and without any question, it was the poor and the downtrodden who'd borne the brunt of that attack. She can't forget that. She can't.

But even so. She'd been itching for something exciting and dangerous, after the past weeks of waiting tables and cooking lunches and making nice with the people here, and there you were. A daring theft from a Venatori home, a flight from a city on fire, a dragon soaring above. She'd wanted understanding, and there it'd been - the whole of Tevinter laid out for her, with its injustices and its troubles so familiar to her. Purloined letters and pages in her pockets, a sense of boldness quickening her step and brightening her eyes - She can't feel good after the tragedy of it, but...

Well. She feels energized. At least.

The problem with that energy is that she doesn't wholly know what to do with it. She's back at her room at the Gallows, now, safe and secure and hungering for neither of those qualities. There's more to be done, after all - counter-attacks to be planned, research to be done, things to be learned, to free the world of Corypheus and his oppression. But she doesn't know what those things are, what the plans are or how she can help. And so she sits on the edge of her bed, dog at her feet, chewing on her fingernail, racking her brain for something to do. ]