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[limier]

WHO: Alexandrie, Audra, Loki, Thor, Norrington, Benedict, Coupe + Iorveth, Jang, Kitty, Kylo, Resa, Silas, Six, Yseult + Corpse
WHAT: Rescue.
WHEN: Live in the moment, man.
WHERE: The Tevinter Imperium. Like, about half of it.
NOTES: Plotting post.

I'll edit in headers in a moment. Feel free to make your own, I'm not your mom.

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[spellshatter]

Ouch.

[ Mildly, with good humor. There are Templars and clergy who'd genuinely wince to hear that sort of mangling and nonsense, maybe get offended, but Silas has never been one of them. He doesn't quite smile, watching her from his spot beside the fire, but he does look like he's thinking about it as he mimics her crossing motion, badly and quickly, with his eyebrows up. ]

What is all of this?

[summerfae]

[ She's been spotted. Resa doesn't overly mind someone seeing her fail at this, but she shoots him a sheepish smile anyway, with a shrug. ]

They're, ah. Religious words and gestures from my world. The idea was, that I'd be able to use what I know about them to fill in the bits I don't know about here, but. I don't think it's working.

[ She makes a vague hand flapping motion, plopping across from him. ]

Whateverrr. I can just bullshit it. Or say I took a vow of silence?

[spellshatter]

Silence is probably better than—

[ He mimics the gesture again, this time worse, more of a circle than a cross, because a cross means nothing to him and he's already forgetting how it went. ]

—and womb fruit.

[ Rifters are weird. But this is his life now, he's dealing with it, so. ]

You should have a reason for it. Tragic back story.

[summerfae]

My tragic backstory is that I fell through a hole in a sky into a world that doesn't have soda. I can't wait until you guys figure out how to carbonize drinks, it'll rock your socks right off.

[ There's a moment where Resa has to actually contemplate this. The full possibility that she'll still be in Thedas when it happens, that if she survives all of this, she'll be here centuries down the line, waiting for them to figure electricity and blenders out so she can finally make a damn frappe.

It's an oddly sobering thought. ]

But no, I can do this. Maybe--I was abandoned on the Chantry doorstep as a small child, who never spoke. No one is sure if I was given up because of my silence, or whatever happened was so harrowing that I could never speak again. Tragic, truly.