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[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac, Byerly, Leander, Javel, Yngvi + Open if ya wouldn't snitch
WHAT: Breaking stuff FOR THE DIVINE
WHEN: This monthish
WHERE: Kirkwall, Tantervale
NOTES: the butt's on the front. ooc planning/info here

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[bouchonne]

"So it could," By says, looking utterly tranquil in the midst of the chaos. Someone jostles him from behind; he steps forward, turns, and proclaims, "Andraste's grace upon you."

Then he looks back to the other two with a cheerful wink.

"Shall we go?" he suggests. "I've seen a man torn apart by a mob before. On stage, admittedly, not in person - But it's not something I fancy a reenactment of."

[sarcophage]

The clumsy commentary, the wink, the immolation of the irreplaceable and replaceable alike, the electric tang of aggression filling everyone's nostrils—it's all quite lovely. He's almost sorry to leave.

"The play was probably more exciting—" Lea barely shrugs his arm and shoulder away from an overexcited woman in time to avoid becoming the third casualty of indiscriminate mob jostling. Alas, she strikes again immediately. "Why don't— oh— dear. Well, that was friendly! Let's leave them to it."

(In the growing number of collisions, with the persistence of a gnat, an idea's come buzzing at him: to unfold his humble peasant knife and quietly stick a body or two in the confusion, simply to see if he could do it and walk away unclocked. Just a boyish whim; he dutifully ignores it.)