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
"Our poor daughter." Cast adrift, never having lived, shut all those endless years in a box in a sinking rotting ship in the dark, all about her dead and gone, no child to love or be terrified of her sightless glass eyes. (Felix never brought his daughter back a doll, plenty of nobles and rich folk must have had others do it though, shelves in some homes were lined with them.) "And if my mother or father ever heard you say that Korrin Ataash they would be appalled, the lecture you'd be on the receiving end of would have you begging for a tongue lashing from the oldest, strictest Chantry mother with her pointing finger embedding itself in your sternum."
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell is after all the daughter of a holy man and holy woman. Easy to forget.
"You should speak to some of our new pirates about it, especially Charles or John Silver. It's occupied. Venatori. And they've a rift there." Just-- well maybe just sounding out someone who's likely to be as on-board as the pirates would be for going there but it helps to have allies to hand before you start, to go to any negotiations as strong as possible.
Squinting at the suddenness of the light down here, Araceli slides closer to avoid lifting her feet which might strain the boards more than she has a care to at the moment. "Supplies...supplies-- oh this one's Orlesian, too much of it's gone to make it out, maybe wine or some sort of goods?" Time to get it open and reveal the horrors that await them, will they be sending Claudina off with wine gone to vinegar, time to spin the wheel!
The idea of getting a lecture from parents gets a chuckle out of Korrin, who can't help herself. Her own very permissive parents never held much of anything sacred or bothered with lectures (that weren't about personal safety, when she was too young to know better), not after hearing them all their lives. A tongue-lashing to the extent of what Araceli describes would be a surreal experience, but if there's anyone who could get away with it, it would be the parents of the woman she loves.
But news of Nascere sinks in and she scowls. "...well, fuck. That's all the more reason to seek it out, sooner than later. The longer there's a Venatori infestation, the worse it'll get. I'll definitely want whatever info our new buddies can share." Charles and John, adding to her mental to-do list. She needs to better know her fellow project members, at least the newer ones.
Approaching one of the crates, she looks it over before nodding to herself. "It's rotten enough where I can energize it apart, at least this one. Stand back, and let's see what we have." She braces herself for some thing gross and raises her forearms, wreathed in that green glow, and the crate peels away, bit by bit. The scent of tobacco quickly reaches them, in various forms; cigars, filling for pipes and so on.
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Araceli Bonaventura y Castell is after all the daughter of a holy man and holy woman. Easy to forget.
"You should speak to some of our new pirates about it, especially Charles or John Silver. It's occupied. Venatori. And they've a rift there." Just-- well maybe just sounding out someone who's likely to be as on-board as the pirates would be for going there but it helps to have allies to hand before you start, to go to any negotiations as strong as possible.
Squinting at the suddenness of the light down here, Araceli slides closer to avoid lifting her feet which might strain the boards more than she has a care to at the moment. "Supplies...supplies-- oh this one's Orlesian, too much of it's gone to make it out, maybe wine or some sort of goods?" Time to get it open and reveal the horrors that await them, will they be sending Claudina off with wine gone to vinegar, time to spin the wheel!
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But news of Nascere sinks in and she scowls. "...well, fuck. That's all the more reason to seek it out, sooner than later. The longer there's a Venatori infestation, the worse it'll get. I'll definitely want whatever info our new buddies can share." Charles and John, adding to her mental to-do list. She needs to better know her fellow project members, at least the newer ones.
Approaching one of the crates, she looks it over before nodding to herself. "It's rotten enough where I can energize it apart, at least this one. Stand back, and let's see what we have." She braces herself for some thing gross and raises her forearms, wreathed in that green glow, and the crate peels away, bit by bit. The scent of tobacco quickly reaches them, in various forms; cigars, filling for pipes and so on.