[open] where I go

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Knight-Lieutenant Cade Harimann and you
WHAT: A jumpy templar is out of the dungeon and getting his bearings on Skyhold. What horrors will he face? (by horrors I mean other people)
WHEN: Early Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES:If your character met him during speed dating, feel free to assume that conversation happened IC (except Nerva) and that they're already acquainted.

Finally unleashed upon his new home, and wearing his traveling leathers with the unmistakeable flaming Templar sword emblazoned on the chest, Cade made his way around Skyhold with the intention of finding a purpose for himself.

1. The battlements. Cade was unnerved by crowds and limited sightlines, so he had taken to spending a good chunk of time up in the battlements. It gave him an opportunity to watch, listen, and grow accustomed to life below, which was so very different than how he'd come to understand the world.

2. The training grounds. Although he had first been seen in his heavy Templar plate, wielding a sword, left to his own devices Cade was more likely to use the archery range. He was an exceptionally good shot, and spent hours shooting targets with the single-minded concentration of one who was trying not to think about anything at all.

3. The chapel. He could often be found alone in the small chamber just off the cloistered garden, on his knees and with his head bowed to the altar of Andraste.

4. Anywhere! Give me a place and I'll find a reason that he'd be there.

Comments

[wickedchase]

"What resounding faith you have in me." Usually, he'd have a much more jovial tone, but with what he knows how, he almost seems a bit more stiff with Nerva. Not very typical of him.

Twisted Fate snorts at Cade, and deepens his voice to a theatrical mockery of sounding authoritative: "And you will address me as Lord Fate, human!" A roll of his eyes and he mutters, "Really. Referring to someone by their species. Just when I said bygones be bygones."

He raises a brow at both of them. "So no senses of humor or manners for templars? That it?"

[onlyhymns]

Cade opened his mouth to respond to Nerva, but then the elf had continued his prattle, and Cade closed it again crossly. "No," he said to her, matter of factly. It was possible he was responding to Twisted Fate as well, although it likely wasn't intentional. He looked as though he wanted to continue arguing, but he hadn't made it to Knight-Lieutenant by taking part in every underling or adolescent mage's quibble. Instead, he simply looked up at Nerva with a glance that seemed to say 'you deal with this a lot, do you?'

[keeperofmagi]

Twisted Fate seemed out of humour, somehow, and her frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded him. He was usually an ass, sure, but there was enough difference in tone that she noted it.

Was he not sleeping enough?

"Diminutive nicknames have never counted under the banner of 'manners', Twisted Fate." She says mildly, but not angrily, and isn't very inclined to argue it further. There was a slight crispness to the syllables of his name - accentuated. Making a point. She may as well have been a school marm come to drag one of them off by their ears, but not having quite decided which one she needed to drag away, yet.

She looked at Cade. "He can say what he wants, Cade. You have my thanks, but I can handle him."

[wickedchase]

"I suppose it was simply too much for me to hope that this little twitch was capable of being a gentleman. But then, it seems I should already lower my expectations. We're both used to that, hm?"

The tone is terse, and he certainly lacks his usual confidence and swagger when he speaks to Nerva. He isn't teasing in so much as he's irritable.

"Coddle him as you see fit. I'll relieve us both take my leave."

[onlyhymns]

Cade clenched his jaw irritably, finding irony in being lectured on manners by someone who clearly knew nothing of them, but he held his peace. He looked between the two of them, shook his head in resignation, and turned away to step back towards the archery range. Whatever strange relationship these two had, he wouldn't interfere, but he wasn't going to stand here and be insulted either.

[keeperofmagi]

Nerva put her hand out - putting it on Cade's shoulder with enough weight that he could feel it, but not enough that he wouldn't be able to easily pull away from it if he intended to.

It was less for Fate's benefit than for Cade's. She had seen him, in the jail. He would stew about this, and she was already wary about just how short a fuse he was likely to have. So. Peacekeeping it would have to be.

"Generally speaking if you are looking to have amicable relationships, Twisted Fate, you don't continue to antagonize them as you do so." Said the very black pot to the kettle.

"If I interrupted reparations, you have my apologies, and may I suggest that you both make another attempt."

She said it was a suggestion, but the dark tenor of her voice hinted that it really wasn't a suggestion.

[wickedchase]

"Hilarious words of advice from you, Nerva. I have enough of what I need to get by."

However, suffice it to say, Cade is caught in the middle of this. Though he was mildly bothered by being called elf, it's a far cry from other names he's been called -- and his irritations are with her right now, not him. Sad to say, the templar had simply been caught in the middle of it all.

"But you aren't wrong, either," Twisted Fate concedes, removing his hat. "Cade, my apologies as well. My behavior has been far less than charming, I should say."

[onlyhymns]

Cade gave a flinch in surprise when Nerva's hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned quickly to look at her, clearly jumpy about being touched-- but he was quickly distracted by the flow of conversation. The elf had his attention again, and oddly enough, he blushed. Being as fair as he was, the color seemed to spread over his entire face, all the way to his hairline.
"It's. ...it's fine," he decided, and smiled tersely. He glanced at Nerva again, perhaps wondering what her relationship was to this person, and wondering what he'd just gotten in the center of.