closed || nothing sacred, all things wild

[exsecutus]

WHO: Nikos, Caspar, Nell, Carla, Max, Kitty, Marisol, and the letters of Ilias Fabria
WHAT: the assassination of Grand Cleric Agathe of Cumberland
WHEN: mid Cloudreach
WHERE: Kirkwall, Antiva, and the long and lonely road to Val Royeaux
NOTES: part of the mod plot

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[wont_be_me]

Her lip curls, irritated by this question. She has been working for nothing more than survival for a long time and she taste it in her mouth. Being stuck in that cramped shuttle scavenging forgotten cargo and ship parts out of graveyards when there weren't any bounties to drag down. Even before the ship, she had been clawing at the labyrinthine politics of the space stations looking for opportunities and footholds where she might find the comfort and agency she'd had on Oscyria.

She had tried to remake a life that was dead in an ecosystem that played by different rules. She worries the very tip of her tongue against the point of one sharp tooth. She's changed since then, in subtle ways, the damage of escaping her homeworld's destruction has blossomed in her over time and experience. Her indolence now wears a shade of rage.

"Does it matter?" she finally decides, quirking one of her full eyebrows.