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[OPEN] there is a light that i leave on
WHO: Wysteria, Marcoulf, Flint and OPEN
WHAT: Open post/catch-all/buries myself in top levels
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall and misc
NOTES: Prose or brackets are a-okay. Feel free to hit me up on DM or discord if you want something specific that isn't here. Just posting a wildcard and winging it is awesome too.
WHAT: Open post/catch-all/buries myself in top levels
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall and misc
NOTES: Prose or brackets are a-okay. Feel free to hit me up on DM or discord if you want something specific that isn't here. Just posting a wildcard and winging it is awesome too.
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Then it's lucky you'll be mounting a rebellion now, when they might so easily be primed to be paranoid of just such a thing. Given the events in Minrathous, you might only need to make sure they know the truth. It's only been fifteen years since Radonis took the chair and a new regime in the capitol might easily mean change. Make it known that a contingent of their precious magisters and Corypheus' Venatori are one and the same, then it's free men and women without magic who might be convinced they have the most to lose.
None of which [he says, hooking his wrist across the pommel of his beltknife] will actually get you face to face with any number of Tevinter slaves. But it at least will give you something to say when you get that far.
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[ Kitty feels...energized. She feels lighter than she has felt in a while. There really is something astonishing about uttering radical ideas to someone - to an adult - and hearing real encouragement rather than just sit down, Kitty, you'll just get yourself hurt. She doesn't care about getting hurt. She doesn't care about staying safe. She wants to do something, and have people with her, and fight. ]
But that's something to get figured out when I'm there. When I'm there and in arm's reach of 'em. Are there any on your crew? Former slaves? Aside from Captain Vane.
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[This, clipped and firm and fundamentally ignoring all of her questions. There are no doubt Walrus men who once were enslaved, but they aren't here to help her. Fuck - after weeks largely of moldering in a harbor with little to no money to spend and no prospects on the horizon of getting any, it would be a near thing to convince them they are still even here to leverage the Inquisition's aid. No man is going to have shit to say to her about the Tevinter's interior after so many years willfully removed from it, when they've come so far and secured no promises of their own.]
If you want to figure out how to best make use of this reconnaissance mission, you'll need to know where's it going and what it hopes to achieve before you get there. That at least will give you some idea of what's possible to do on arrival instead of just asking every ex-slave you happen to find what they know about being traded.
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[ She tilts her head slightly to the side, considering him. Protectiveness of his crew, perhaps? It'd make sense. He's got a commitment to them, first and foremost. They elected him. They chose him. Of course he'd feel beholden to them and want to protect them. - Not that he's wrong, of course. Having a plan before she goes in is a good idea. But she's curious why he's pushing back there. ]
Ask for information? They haven't got anything to be ashamed of, after all. Nothing to hide.
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You can do whatever you like. My point is only that if you ask someone and they know the roads in the Northeast and you instead end up cutting across South Tevinter, it won't do you much good. Every slave isn't going to be relevant to you at this stage.
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Well - it's less that I want to ask for directions, or something like that. It's more that I want to understand...where they came from. What their lives were.
[ She puffs out a breath. ]
You can't even begin to fight for someone if you barely even understand what they need, after all. [ Not that that ever entirely stops her, but...It's a bad way to go about things. ]
But - yes. You're right. The point's well taken. If you were to do it, how would you? Go about it?
lord god this is some tldr
I [funny, how he makes it sound like 'you should'] would start with the fact that if I want this thing to have meaning, anything I do will need to outlive me.
[There, at last, some tacit nod to the inherent danger in this. Flint looks to her, squinting as if studying Kitty against the glare of the sun.]
Which means my sympathies, however far they might extend, matter less than the question of weapons and support and resources, and that all of those are useless if the slaves don't have a voice near their front capable of pointing the rest in the right direction.
With that in mind, I'd figure out where I'm going. Barring that, I'd talk to merchants and traders who might be familiar with the North and the estates or mines most likely to provide me with the numbers I'd need and find some reason to divert the mission in that direction if not already headed there. Something nearest the Pillars or on the coast would be best.
Once there, my goal would be to make contact with whoever speaks for the slaves - they will have at least one leader - and see that they understand the offer's legitimacy. Which means I will need to have considered how they are to be armed and supplied, where they will need to go after, and what steps will be taken to see that they can. I only have to ensure that the means to improve their tomorrows can be reality. Let them figure out that it will be better if they do this today - that whatever the risk, lifetimes are worth trading a security measured in minutes.
['Tak' says the ring against the knife for the last time. He turns his hand and plucks the lantern from its hook.]
That's our boat.
[And indeed, a shape is spidering out from the dark - gliding almost soundlessly through the fog.]
i was gonna just give you a short one in return but then i decided nah
Thank you for the help, Captain Flint.
[ It's funny, or perhaps a bit melancholy, to think back on Mr Pennyfeather. She's still sick with the memory of the Resistance and their failure to do anything for the people of London, the way they wasted their time chasing trinkets and stuffing their pockets. It hadn't started from a place of greed, though, for all that it had gone that way. It had taken years, and the whispering of Hopkins in Mr Pennyfeather's ear, to take them off-course.
Could Mr Pennyfeather ever have been someone like Flint? If he'd been born in different circumstances, if he'd been shaped by the right forces? It's hard to imagine it. The wheezing, hunchbacked, limping old man could hardly pose a stronger contrast to the barrel-chested, booming-voiced Flint. The squabbling disagreements of the Resistance seem altogether unlike the workmanlike competence of the pirates (even if, to her considerable pleasure, the pirates themselves had proven rather fractious and opinionated, as she'd discovered listening to them).
And if Mr Pennyfeather was no Flint, does that mean that they'll prevail here? Because they were never going to win under Mr Pennyfeather's guidance. They were doomed from the start. Are the people here different? Is she different? Or will she just fall into the same old cycles, listening to a man with ideas and confidence but who won't ever help her win?
What awful things to think, Kitty. You were the one who asked him for his help, weren't you? She shakes her head to rid herself of the cynicism, turns a smile on him. ]
You'll not stay out too late tonight, I hope. You look a touch tired.
911 I'd like to report a murder
The boat comes up against the ferry slip with a muffled thump. Callous gnarled sailor's hands catch hold of dock cleats and piling there to hold it fast and Flint cocks his head in a leading gesture for Kitty to step down into the boat:]
Miss Jones.
[Once a place is found, Flint passes the lantern down and steps in after her.] Pull for the Gallows, Dooley. [This said to a man at the stern.
With a whistle, the boat shoves off. It goes as it's directed.]