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faderift2018-10-18 09:06 pm
coquettish_trees) wrote in faderift2018-10-18 09:06 pm
Player Plot | From Tevinter, With Love
WHO: Alexandrie, Benedict, Byerly, Fifi, Hanzo, Isaac, Loki, Merrill, Romain, Thor
WHAT: A diplomatic dinner and mysterious murder most foul
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: the Asgard estate in Hightown
NOTES: OOC Poast, CW: rich people being garbage, elf related racism, other updates to come as they apply!
WHAT: A diplomatic dinner and mysterious murder most foul
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: the Asgard estate in Hightown
NOTES: OOC Poast, CW: rich people being garbage, elf related racism, other updates to come as they apply!
In the wake of the events in Minrathous, there has been a great deal of reshuffling of power and alliances both within the Imperium and between those within it and the surrounding powers. A particularly well-off Laetan merchant by the name of Flavius Aurelius is one such alliance shuffler. He has holdings in the south along the border and a number of cross-country trading caravans and has made overtures of aid in getting Inquisition personnel into (and around) the country in exchange for protection against having his lands occupied and used to do the precise opposite of what he's offering.
This is a rather good deal for the Inquisition, especially since it involves more risk on his part than theirs, and so all attempts are to be made to convince him that he'll be a valued member of the cause. By his countrymen in particular, who may enjoy particular success in doing so for a variety of reasons. Thus, the Tevene contingent of the Inquisition—as well as diplomatic representatives from Ferelden, Orlais, and a wayward Dalish elf—find themselves in the position of doing this due diligence, in the hopes that this will make things go smoothly—better than smoothly if possible—at the meeting established for the next day to discuss terms.
What better way than a small dinner party?
[ ooc: toplevels will be added beneath as they happen! ]
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"We have never been close friends, brother," Loki points out and, in a gesture of geniality, turns to face him rather than the window. His plea is impassioned and, frankly, he is not wrong.
"Do you wish to sit around and chat? Perhaps go camping or riding together? To bond?"
He is mocking him but, in that, there is a thread of genuine offer. It is as close as Loki ever gets to being truly friendly. He will mock Thor if he says yes, but he will still go through with it.
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"Yes! A ride together is an excellent idea!" Not camping. Camping means sleeping and letting his guard down and sometimes Thor doesn't have the energy to deal with being stabbed yet again. He could still be stabbed if they're out riding. But it would likely be less serious and he'd be on his horse so he'd have plenty of time to ride for aid if it winds up being deep.
"I would enjoy that." He doesn't think Loki will ever change. There's a deep-seated greed and ambition there that is dangerous for everyone around Loki and even Loki himself, but he'd spoken honestly to Lexie when he'd said that he loved his brother.
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"I have time in the morning, but not enough to waste more than a day," he adds after a beat and gestures at Thor in warning. Thor is not wont to go on long rides, not truly, but his brother does all things with relish. If he enjoys himself there is no telling how long it will draw on.
If he enjoys himself.
It is a strange segue and one that draws Loki up short. He pauses, mutely, and considers Thor.
"I wish to speak with you. Privately. Perhaps that will be an opportunity."
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But then his expression grows serious and he tilts his head to the side.
"That would be." They can hardly go riding out with a trail of slaves carrying their lunch here, after all. Even if it were servants following them there'd likely be eyes raised in the Free Marches. Orlais, Nevarra, likely not so much.
"Will you give me a hint as to what you wish to discuss, or shall I have to wait through our dinner party?" Which will be a chore, but Thor is good at seeming genial even when he wants everyone out the door.
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"What manner of hint, I wonder?" Loki ponders aloud. If he is too obvious, Thor will guess straightaway. If he lies openly, it is no game at all.
"I must request your aid in finding lodgings for a party."
It is not a lie but not even a fifth of the truth.
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"A party," he says, mulling it over. Loki has always been fond of parties. Both of them have, to be honest, but their parties have been different sorts. Here, Loki's normal sort of party likely wouldn't go over well. The Free Marches liked to pretend at restraint, much like Ferelden.
Lodgings, though. That suggests visitors, or a need for beds, so maybe it's Loki's usual sort of party after all.
"In Kirkwall, or somewhere outside it?" That will tell him how borderline legal or illegal the planned activities are.
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"Else, perhaps, somewhere terribly populated where a crowd might do the work for me. Rivain? A yacht maybe."
He muses a moment and swirls his wine before he recalls their game.
"I shall also require a considerable quantity of wine."
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"Do you mean to kill someone under the guise of it being an accident during a celebration?" He doesn't frown on assassination. It's a part of their lives. He simply wants to make certain the target is not him.
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"Oh you know me, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity," Loki cedes. "But no I had not intended to kill anyone."