[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. ]

Comments

[katabasis]

[Her hesitation is a sound one if the way his expression stills for a split second is any indication. But an eye-blink later and it's gone, dismissed with a shifting of his elbows. He plucks a biscuit from the plate.]

I do. [Dismissive. He knows some part of what was discovered and if there are additional pieces worth sorting then he'd rather not discuss the details in present company--

He pauses. Why not? He's spoken next to no breath about the question of Nascere or the man seeing to its occupation. But if something is to be done about it, resentment requires stoking in people with no ties to that place, with no investment in the matter except for where what benefits Nascere's freedom sits in line with what the Inquisition wants, with what the world doesn't yet realize it requires.

He alters course, pivoting abruptly.]

What did you find?

[rathercommon]

[ It's an interesting reaction. Kitty watches for a sign of anger or of mistrust - after all, she hadn't asked permission to bring Lakshmi in on this, and Flint doesn't know Lakshmi...So it's interesting that there's none of that, after that initial unreadable stillness. Maybe he trusts Kitty's judgment. Or maybe he just has really good self-control. ]

Papers, mostly, which I brought back with me. The others found a little bit more. I did find about fifteen copies of his own book, which seems awfully egotistical. [ She didn't find enough for her to fully understand yet, not without really understanding the man who was their target; she's hoping to draw a little bit more out of Flint on that. And a good way to draw things out of someone? Act like you already know them. And so she says to Lakshmi: ] This man - we went into his house - he's an enemy of Nascere.

[katabasis]

He's a venatori magister - an enemy of the Inquisition.

[It's a very selective clarification, said to Lakshmi as much as to Kitty. His attention is hardly rapt; it shifts easily between the two of them.

The significance of the man who now sits on that island, who means to take it and its people in hand is not just a symbol of the end of an infant freedom in Nascere, but to their purpose here as well. Though it might seem distant, an insignificant scrap of land to all but a few invested parties, that place could stand as proof for what they all already secretly know: Corypheus's capture of Minrathous is not a coincidence, and his Agents lay in even the most innocuous of places.

(Pointedly: that the fate of Nascere and places like it is tied inextricably to that of the Inquistion, and vice versa.)

He finds he doesn't mind the absolute clarity on this front. Flint magnanimously snaps the biscuit in half. He eats one side without pause.]

You said you had his papers?

[shri]

You were busy, Kitty. [ Is the murmur, soft rather than dug in, but more than anything proud, she supposes.

But just like her silence, she stays flat faced in the exchange of information, the looks, meeting both their gazes as it is sought with the same even expression. Like she is glad just to listen, hear it for herself. The biscuit continually nibbled on at any key point where it could even be thought someone might look at her. ]