THE SKULL IS IN

[skulltasm]

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.

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. ]]

Comments

[thekohakuriver]

"I could put you back with the pickles," He points out, while carefully wedging the jar into a secure place, "But I won't."

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.