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[Closed] Got A Light?
WHO: Athessa, Leander, Colin?, Benedict??
WHAT: Walking the parapet aka trying to get that cigarette case
WHEN: the days before Satinalia
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: following this plan, loosely
WHAT: Walking the parapet aka trying to get that cigarette case
WHEN: the days before Satinalia
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: following this plan, loosely
Despite all the planning, plotting, scheming that's been happening, when Athessa comes across Leander on the ramparts of the Gallows, it actually is by happenstance alone and not because she was looking for him.
The unfortunate part of this is that it means she's not as prepared as she'd like to be, but maybe that's a blessing in disguise. Maybe that's the elfroot talking. If elfroot could talk, what would it say?
"See any red birds?" She asks, the game they played while traveling a while back well remembered.

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"Well, Lexie still has staff here," he replies. "But they live elsewhere, and she lives with her husband. So...yes, most of the time. I go to work before the staff gets here, and often I'm back after they leave."
Which, it sucks sometimes. He likes his alone time, but there can very much be too much of a good thing.
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That's the main reason she hasn't moved into one of the single rooms in the Gallows. Sure, sometimes she wishes she had, for the sake of privacy and safekeeping, but other times the sounds of other people around is a comfort. Not in the least because it's how she grew up.
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"I can see that," she says, "I feel the same way about brothels and public houses. Fine to visit, not great to live in."
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So she isn't going to say anything more about it right now. The experience of panicking and throwing the cigarette case off the battlements was sobering in itself, to say nothing of the time spent on the ferry, at the woodworker's, and now here.
But, thinking of the cigarette case draws a furrow between her brows.
"Hey, I...don't think we should tell Benedict. About the case."
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"Do you...want to return the box to Leander, when it's fixed? With your apologies. Say you had it fixed for him and I helped you get it out of the water. I can't help worrying it's going to come back to haunt you, and maybe Benedict as well."
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She shrugs and gestures vaguely. "It's...better for him if he doesn't know, because then if he's questioned, he doesn't have to lie."
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"If anyone gets arrested for theft it'll be me, which is fine. Honestly fine. Worse things could happen and at least then you'll be able to tell Benedict without having to worry about plausible deniability."
Or she'll be able to tell him herself from a neighboring cell in the dungeon.
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He gives her a little smile. "I guess this definitely means we're friends. You and I." He leans back in his chair and folds his arms. "Though no one can prove you stole anything, you know. You threw it, and either it was lost at sea or it was destroyed or both. The box will be safe here, and they're not about to raid a noblewoman's house over a two-bit cigarette box. I'm extremely good at hiding things."
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Even though they had just posited the question of whether or not they can trust their organization, when they'd stoop to such measures to bring in someone who is clearly more fool than felon, Athessa can't bring herself to look on Riftwatch through the same veil she sees Kirkwall's officials. If Riftwatch were corrupt, then they'd have something to worry about. As it is, one of the Division heads is...an elf, of sorts. And mages are treated fairly, as far as she can tell. The Gallows isn't Kirkwall, and Riftwatch isn't the group of enforcers whose hands delivered her into such lasting pain.
That storm cloud passes over her as soon as it appears, and her voice rises to just shy of her very fictional impression of nobility once again. "I'm shocked, nay, wounded that our friendship wasn't cemented the moment you called me Lady Moneyface, dear Hugh."
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Clearly the smart one isn't her. See: chucking their prize off the battlements. She's gonna kick herself over that for a good long while, in the back of her mind.
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