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faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
Entry tags:
- ! open,
- alexandrie d'asgard,
- bastien,
- benedict quintus artemaeus,
- darras rivain,
- isaac,
- julius,
- kostos averesch,
- matthias,
- nell voss,
- wysteria de foncé,
- yseult,
- { anders },
- { athessa },
- { charles vane },
- { ilias fabria },
- { kenna carrow },
- { lakshmi bai },
- { leander },
- { magni an forleif o talonhold },
- { thor }
EVENT: TRUTH BOMB
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
It’s an ordinary day—so not a very pleasant one. The weather is dreary and muggy, and the day’s lunch is a soup that’s a little too watery and bland. The griffons are being their usual level of noisy and swoopy. The work is its usual level of urgent and difficult.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
Athessa || open, close-to-middling
II. Variety is the Spice of Life
II
"Is there something you would like to say?"
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"There wasn't but now I--Ijustgottasaythatummmmm--" The elf clears her throat, holding the book to herself as if it might magically get big enough to hide behind. "Whooooo youuuuuu're so handsome and I kinda wish I'd been sitting over there for a better view when you walked in and that'sveryinappropriateI'msosorry."
Thank the Maker that her skin is as dark as it is, it might just hide how warm her whole face is. She stares bug-eyed at nothing a few feet ahead of her instead of at him, and croaks in a small voice: "Nice to meet you?"
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"I thank you." He works hard to look this good. Why wouldn't people notice? "You do not have to apologize. You are with the Inquisition?" Perhaps she's looking for a place. Their household is due to increase shortly here and an elf with taste is preferable to one with none.
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"You could snap me like a twig and I wouldn't mind...Ahem, yes. Scouting." She nods and, as an afterthought, holds out her hand in introduction.
"Athessa. You can call me Tess. Or...whatever you like."
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After a beat, he holds out his hand in return. "Thor, of House Asgard." While he doesn't think highly of elves in general, he won't deny that they're good at scouting. She's chosen, or been assigned to, a position suited to her race. "I am in Forces,Athessa."
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"Oh, that's not--I wasn't meaning literally, I meant like, in a sexual way but you're right, we should just breeze past that, save us both the embarrassment. Smart. Forces, huh? That makes sense. Put all that strength to good use."
She nods through her rambling, then clamps her mouth shut to keep anything else from tumbling out. What is wrong with me?! Someone ought to gag me or something. He should do it. Oh, for fucks sake--
II
Oh Maker no. The tips of his fingers come to the young man's lips, and he watches the elf in nothing less than horror-- whether it's because he just committed a social gaffe or because Dalish are known to skin people and make mittens out of them, it's unclear.
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"I'm just pretending to read so people won't talk to me."
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He seems a little ashamed of the revelation, and fidgets a moment before speaking again. "...you see I just. I just never thought elves were very intelligent."
A moment's pause and a frown, like that doesn't seem quite like what he'd want to say, but there it is.
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His pretty, framed-by-gorgeous-hair face. Ugh
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He taps his chin, genuinely considering the question.
"So do your lot have... you know, tutors and schools and things like that?"
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"Maybe, I dunno. How would I? I grew up on the streets in Kirkwall after my entire clan mysteriously went missing. Sometimes I wonder if it was my fault."
Its all very matter of fact, until she blinks at the last and it's clear she didn't mean to say quite so much.
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"Because my clan would have moved on from that spot sooner if I hadn't gotten lost hunting some stupid animals, and if they hadn't stayed put maybe whatever happened to them would've...not happened."
Squints. "You got something against wild elves?"
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He takes a moment to think about it, and before he can stop herself, "...yeah, maybe it was then." He'd certainly think so, anyway, if it had been him.
"I've got nothing against wild elves. I've never actually seen one."
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"Well, you have now."
Without much mulling over, she draws back and chucks the book at his head.
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"What was that for!" he demands, sounding more wounded than angry.
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"...oh."