WHO: Araceli Bonaventura; open WHAT: Kirkwall adventures WHEN: Kingsway WHERE: Kirkwall + Wounded Coast NOTES: Hit me up on plurk/discord for a closed starter or put something up and I'll roll with it, starters in the comments
"That could speak to something deep-seated in you, the way I have three terrible sons who are all some sort of animal and don't want any children of my own. A fox. A nuggalope. A miniature kraken." Which could point back to her dad handing over said fox to a girl as a lesson in responsibility that turned into a very literal partner-in-crime that sort of spiralled outwards in Thedas but things are what they are as she tips her head back. Tries - and fails - not to smirk.
After all it's quite the list that he rattles off, Araceli echoing them very quietly to better commit them to memory should they ever come up. Who knows when the pasts of Flint, Charles, Silver and co (she knows little of Max, that's something she's going to have to very quickly get about to rectifying) might come about in the end? Charles is forthcoming in a reassuring way but what a pirate thinks is worth telling you isn't always what a diplomat thinks is worth knowing.
"Fuck the Archon is tempting but there's no way anyone here would let that fly, it's too much of an invitation." Must've been close to a year ago that there were Venatori in the Gallows, best not to go inviting more unwanted troubles when they've got enough of that. Then she smiles, warm, delighted, swings herself around and up onto her knees to rest a hand on his arm-- "That's perfect-- can you imagine how that would look? When a ship with that name captained by a man out of Nascere is out at sea against our enemies who want to plunge the world into darkness? I love it!"
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After all it's quite the list that he rattles off, Araceli echoing them very quietly to better commit them to memory should they ever come up. Who knows when the pasts of Flint, Charles, Silver and co (she knows little of Max, that's something she's going to have to very quickly get about to rectifying) might come about in the end? Charles is forthcoming in a reassuring way but what a pirate thinks is worth telling you isn't always what a diplomat thinks is worth knowing.
"Fuck the Archon is tempting but there's no way anyone here would let that fly, it's too much of an invitation." Must've been close to a year ago that there were Venatori in the Gallows, best not to go inviting more unwanted troubles when they've got enough of that. Then she smiles, warm, delighted, swings herself around and up onto her knees to rest a hand on his arm-- "That's perfect-- can you imagine how that would look? When a ship with that name captained by a man out of Nascere is out at sea against our enemies who want to plunge the world into darkness? I love it!"