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lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai ([personal profile] shri) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-10-30 05:08 am

04 | CLOSED

WHO: Lakshmi Bai & Wren, Herian, Thranduil, Araceli, Ioverth, Kitty, Solas and Teren - ( Also: Flint & Vane )
WHAT: Telling Some Whole Truths.
WHEN: Post-Fade Adventures, some time after her house arrest.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Probably really extra.




She sends them just the one note:

I require your presence, together this evening, for a matter of serious urgency in regards to the Inquisition.

महारानी,
Lakshmi Bai

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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2018-11-24 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Beleth is still looking mildly irate but willing to listen, up until Lakshmi says I could make anyone else immortal. Then there's a flash in her eyes, of something--more of a longing than a desire, bone deep and carried from millennia back in her blood and her heritage. Solas isn't wrong about the Dalish and the thoughts of the Elvhen. Their own stolen immortality, and someone who can give it--return it.

Thranduil is better at training his face against showing his desire for it, but Beleth manages after a few moments. Even then, she needs a few seconds to process what else Lakshmi even said afterwards. Corypheus, right. It's the thought of immortal Red Templars that drags Beleth back towards the subject at hand.

"I...see. Thus, the self-immolation?" After a moment of thought, "That doesn't seem practical for attempting in the middle of battle. Would poison work?" It's her specialty, after all, despite everything else she's done. Though she quickly hurries to tack on, "It can be done quickly and painlessly."
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[personal profile] aenseidhe 2018-12-02 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Iorveth spends practically all of this meeting silent, thus far, for a handful of reasons. Primarily, that he was brought here mostly as a pet to someone more important, and secondarily, as an executioner if needed. The latter he takes much less offense to than the former, but neither one would be considered part of this debate.

Thirdly, because Commander Coupe over there keeps shooting him narrow eyed glances, and if the Fade didn't do enough to convince him she despises him either for stabbing her message board, or for fucking her friends, this certain does (By the way, fuck you, Lakshmi, for outing them to all of these people while asking him to keep your secrets with the same breath). They've had no interaction otherwise. Whether she just wants him to drop dead every second she sees him, or she truly doesn't trust him to keep his fucking mouth shut, aside from keeping all of Thranduil's secrets thus far (for losing an eye over the keeping of his own), then anything that comes out of his mouth now will only upset Lakshmi's fate further.

That said, he had given her a small, barely there nod, when Lakshmi first mentioned his presence as a means to a swift and certain end. If she requests it, he'll do it. At the same time, should Thranduil signal for it, Iorveth will gladly put an arrow between her eyes and be done with it, just as well as he'll take any consequences it begs, because that is devotion and loyalty to him. 'Pet', indeed. But that would be a rash waste of a resource and a point of leverage, and he knows the man too well to expect him to make such a choice.

It isn't until the woman's having to defend her choice of death that he gets annoyed enough by these pissy, bickering fools to speak up from where he is in the back of the room, patiently leaned against a wall with arms crossed over his chest.

"If self-immolation is the way of her people, give her that much respect. At least some of you here should know better." Looking at you, Beleth. And you, Thranduil. A culture is the soul of a person, for many. Denying it is a heinous thing. Being so far from the Aen Seidhe has been the single most difficult thing for Iorveth to stomach in this world, war and battles and pain included. "Denying basic death rites is a war crime done by savages and barbarians."
Edited 2018-12-02 02:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rathercommon 2018-12-02 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Kitty's been trying to keep her mouth shut, quite aware that she could easily get chucked from the room over her lack of Inquisition-given authority or whatever. But, honestly, she can't help but speak here, the words boiling over out of frustration and anger -

"Or maybe we can try to think of solutions that don't involve murdering our own comrades in arms?" She glares around at all the guilty parties here - Lakshmi included. "Honestly, it's a wonder there's still an Inquisition to speak of, if everyone's go-to when there's a problem is deciding whether to burn or poison the person beside you."
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2018-12-19 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I am simply being practical," Beleth is quick to retort to Iorveth, a frown flickering across her face. "I understand respecting other people's cultures--" She doesn't wish to comment on if Lakshmi was correct in saying if there's something similar in Dalish culture. That's something that she's not willing to talk about in a room of people of varying closeness to her. "--but self-imolation in the middle of battle is not always something that is exactly easy to pull off, particularly in the heat--" She has the grace to wince at her wording, "--of battle."

Do you know how hard it is to set yourself on fire, Iorveth? Do you??

"I am merely offering another option. If you're fine with it, then I will mix up something appropriate--I will leave the use of it up to your discretion." She pauses a few moments, and then adds, a belated attempt to make it sound a little better, "I can make sure that it's quick, and painless, as well. More so than fire, at least."

She really wishes that she could kick the other people out right about now. These are unpleasant things to talk about, and Beleth doesn't like having to say and decide unpleasant things where other people can hear her saying them.

"I would certainly prefer that no Inquisition agent has to die, through any method, or for any reason. But I would prefer that Corypheus doesn't have access to immortal soldiers even more so. Because that would cause decidedly more deaths." It's a gruesome math that has to be done, but it is as ever necessary, and a part of her job.

"But of course, that would entirely hinge on whether or not it affects people from Thedas in the same way that it affects the people in your world. Things that come through rifts often...do not act the same as they had before they came here." There's a pause as Beleth tries to figure out the most tactful way to word this. Mostly because she doesn't want it to be apparent just how eager she is, how much it resonates with her, a deep longing that has been carried in her blood for centuries.

"I think the easiest way to settle this would be to test it on a native. If it turns out that it does not affect us as it does you, then there is no reason to worry about self-immolation, or poison, or any such unpleasantness." She spreads her hands wide, palms up. See, she can be reasonable! She's super reasonable!!

"Since I'm the one attempting to give you poison for this reason, I'd be willing to be the one to be tested--of course, only if it is suitable with you, Lady Lakshmi." A quick nod to Lakshmi, face carefully blank. "If you would prefer to test it on another, as long as the other party consents...?"

Here, she gives a glance back at the other Division Leaders, to see what they think about giving immortality potions to whatever random person Lakshmi might pick.
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[personal profile] dashing 2018-12-19 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Herian gaze narrows at Beleth, at her eagerness to test the liquid. Perhaps unfair, perhaps rooted in her own history and hatreds. Perhaps entirely merited, because she just volunteered to drink something that had effects so dramatic that it made Herian think uncomfortably of blood magic.

First thing's first;

"I will take responsibility for Lakshmi," she says, voice soft as the drag of silk over stone. "She is of my Division, and holds a position under my supervision. If it will satisfy the other Division Heads, I am willing to accept her word and her honour, but in return the execution of all duties, Diplomatic or otherwise, will require my approval and my overseeing."

A pause, to exhale. "As for testing whether this... elixir is effective on those of us of Thedas or other rifters and determining whether that aspect of it is a threat, I think that is a matter that will require some further discussion. It could even prove to be a danger, rather than a cure. We should not risk your expertise so readily, Scoutmaster."

Quiet, and yet there is a faint crispness to the words.
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[personal profile] rowancrowned 2018-12-24 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks at Herian, waits until she catches his eye, and then dips his head in acknowledgement. It is good enough for him, but then again, between the four of the division heads, he supposes himself the most likely to have the fewest concern about this particular knot they’re tangled in.

“Herian is correct, Beleth,” he says. “If it proves to be a poison, we cannot risk losing you.”

They’ll just have to strike the correct balance between ‘worth being trusted’ and ‘won’t be missed if dead’. But they’ve done more difficult things. To Lakshmi, next, his hands clasped before him, easy and smooth.

“Is there a compulsion to serve this ‘higher purpose’, or are those simply the traditional vows sworn by those who drink it?” He shrugs his shoulders elegantly. “You did not mention such a thing when you outlined what we might have to fear from it.”