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WHO: Byerly & Kitty & you
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk
Prompts in comments my pretties. If none of em catch your fancy, then just throw up something that does.

Byerly
docks. night. up to no good.
And then when he takes a draw off his pipe enough that the embers illuminate his face, you'll be disappointed, because instead of being someone sinister, it's just Byerly.
Obviously, whatever he's doing is beyond shady. Yet even so, he greets whoever approaches him with a cheerful wave, and a casual offer of his pipe. Just in case they want a puff. ]
shady af
And she laughs when she sees that this cloaked figure is neither a hallucination nor a ghost, but just Byerly. Returns his offer with her own, though the joint is far less elegant than a pipe of any caliber. ]
What's your poison, Rutyer?
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Nothing all that fun. Just common tobacco. What have you there?
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(By the neck of the bottle, naturally.)
The thin orange light of his pipe doesn't reveal anything meaningful to her. Cleanish face, moustache, utterly unrecognizable as a face worth knowing. She in turn is a knife of a silhouette, a thin figure shaded further in the darkness by the hat flopping low on her brow.]
You want something?
[No one stands around docks offering puffs of tobacco for his health.]
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[ He pulls the pipe back in and takes another drag. His long exhale through his nose mingles with the fog and drifts away. ]
Is kindness so unthinkable?
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office. various times. up to no good.
And so that is why, if you show up to the Diplomacy office when it's Byerly's turn to hear complaints, you may well find him vigorously playing a violin while a small dog runs in circles around his feet, yapping loudly. Or perhaps at another time, you'll find the office quite crowded - there's a circle of two burly men and one burly woman, watching intensely as Byerly attempts to build the top tier of a house of cards. Or - very rarely, on the most special occasions - you'll find him sitting in the quiet, mending a ripped jacket with tiny, precise stitches. ]
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[Julius leans in the doorway, casually observing the little white dog. He does, at least, wait for a pause in the music, or at least a quieter moment.]
I thought Project Sashamiri was in charge of the dog stereotypes. Am I to understand I gave Alistair permission to replace his desk with a giant dog statue for nothing?
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[ Never mind, of course, that Alistair is barely younger than either Byerly or Julius; he's still a boy, the way that the yapping dog will always be a puppy. ]
And I get happy when I take things away from him.
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appears
Until he looks up and cuts himself off. ] Who are you? [ Wait, no, he doesn't care. ] Where's Eshal?
[ As if he has a single right to answer any of those questions. ]
dining hall. dinner. up to no good.
Tell me about something I can use.
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closed to Gwen
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( there is a distinct sway to her, in the doorway of his office, for once not trailed by elderly sword-arms or over-large dogs or the half-naked cat that stalks this floor in her absence—she has almost certainly already had a drink or several before growing tired of her own company.
she holds up one finger. )
If you say one clever thing about being in your company, I will turn around and leave again.
Kitty
research office
What do you need?
[ Once, this role was filled by Casimir, who was calm and none too difficult. Now it is filled by a moody teenage girl. Definitely a downgrade. ]
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But either way, he is stopped. Probably by now at least seen about town, 'rifter' as a first impression stamped all over him. Today, he's avoiding curious stares at the centre of his chest by wearing a jacket of dense enough weave to trap the spill of glowing blue light. In his hands is a collection of loose leaf pages, all marked by different hands and methods of note taking. ]
Hi, [ he says. ] Kitty, right?
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[ She nods, and squints a moment, and then manages to pull out - ]
Mr Stark, right?
[ She hopes that's right. Regardless, her hostility eases somewhat; she knows from reputation that he's been poking around in things and digging into things, so whatever he's bringing, it's likely interesting. ]
What have you got?
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dining hall
Gallows docks
That's probably why Kitty looks like she's about to jump him. Someone should probably stop her. ]
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[In a low voice, from a very large man, who leans down slightly to ensure Kitty knows he's addressing her.]
That's the sort of man who makes people disappear.
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He's - What, meaning what? What does that mean?
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half wildcard, half not; full kill bill sirens
The ferry should have been gone five minutes ago. If it had, Kitty Jones would have safely been safely esconsed in it. As it is--]
Stepping on.
[Captain Flint joins the little boat just as the light finally catches in the lamp.]
YES.
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Tell me more about the titles you hold, Messire, we're all absolutely fucking riveted.
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