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THE SKULL IS IN
WHO: Eshal, Haku, Laura, and anyone else!
WHAT: Catch-all threading
WHEN: During this heat wave, of course! But not during Monster Madness.
WHERE: Everywhere!
NOTES: Bad advice.
WHAT: Catch-all threading
WHEN: During this heat wave, of course! But not during Monster Madness.
WHERE: Everywhere!
NOTES: Bad advice.
I. ESHAL
It is an ongoing mystery how Skull ends up where he does. He is frequently decorating some surface in the Seneschal's office, in the library, in the dining hall, or propping open doors, or being a perch for some damned raven, or being used to crack open hard-shelled nuts.
It's all very demeaning. Particularly when it forces you to depend on the kindness of morons."YOO-HOO, OVER HERE!"
II. HAKU
This time, he's in the storeroom, right next to a jar of pickles. Leering would work so much better if he weren't on such a low shelf."YOU'RE A LONG WAY FROM HOME."
He says it to a set of ankles. It's a safe enough assumption even for one who isn't fairly sure those ankles came from a different world.
III. LAURA
And then there's this one, with knives for bones and all the trappings of a feral child."AN ODD DUCK, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE."
IV. OTA - WILDCARD
[[ Feel free to godmod where Skull ends up. He's bound to turn up literally anywhere. ]]


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"People who want to live outside of jars," He replies, very quietly, then continues upwards, feeling in the dim light for a catch, then pushes at the wooden surface. It gives, admitting them both into a claustrophobic little space, with a sharply slanted roof; it's narrow enough that Haku has to put the jar through first, and then climb up after. The effect is much like being inside a stone-and-wooden tent.
When Haku pulls the trap door shut after them, it is pitchy black. Then, there is light; a little bobbing glow, like a droplet of water in Haku's palm, illuminating the space.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving you here in the dark," He says, and almost smiles, "Look at this."
There's a little give in part of the roof. When Haku pushes it up and open, the sudden daylight is blinding; it's a beautiful day, and on the stone crenelation just visible from this angle, there's a seagull perched, looking out over kirkwall from on high.
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It really is a beautiful day, and from here you can see out over the greyish waters of the bay and the city of chains itself. Laid out like a map, it's all there, the dingy warehouse district and the round scar where the Qunari compound once was, now overrun by squatters and other entrepreneurial folk. Sunlight glints off the white walls of hightown, and if one squints then the little hightown copse of trees where the Chantry used to be is even visible, a tuft of green among the grey and white stone, just aside the viscount's palace.
The seagull drops away in fright, a glorious vision of white-winged freedom. The door shuts. Skull is alone.