We're Back! A Gallows Tale

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa and YOU!
WHAT: Oh, you know. Getting back from the jungle and getting way too into her work.
WHEN: Now, Post-Jungle
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall in general
NOTES: shrug.

I. Back on her Bullshit...or...not.

Athessa is quite possibly the best rested of the whole group that returns from the jungle, having found sleeping rough a lot easier than sleeping in a bed here. Weird. But in the few days that follow, she once again gets back to her habit of not sleeping well and prowling around in a cloud of root-smoke. She also has a small dagger strapped to her hip instead of going unarmed or strapping on her dual-wield blades, and an unusually heightened work ethic during daylight hours. Minimal antics, maximum...something else. Something like responsibility? Weird.

II. Can I Raas you a Question? (Closed to Raas, if that wasn't clear)

They don't know each other. They've never even interacted, at least as far as Athessa can recall. But where else is Athessa supposed to turn, when she doesn't know anyone else who speaks qunlat and doesn't want to snoop around unnecessarily before handing over what she found to the boss?

"'Scuse me..." She isn't timid, just a little awkward. It's not typical for her to introduce herself to someone just to ask a favor. "Do you have a minute?"

III. A New Kind of Office Visit (closed to Yseult)

Athessa knocks before entering, same as usual. But this isn't one of their scheduled check-ins or typical scout work that either of them expect from one another. They're barely settled after getting back from the jungle when Athessa is reporting to Yseult with a missive in one hand, and a qunari dagger in the other. Both are set on Yseult's desk.

"I...figured I should report this to you. I dunno if it even really matters, but I found these in De--in Sten's room."

IV. Wildcard

[ you know the drill ]

Comments

[bignasty]

“Struck a nerve, have I? Stirring shit’s all well and good until your goat’s been gotten, is it?” Dumas raises his voice to follow her, utterly unashamed on his own behalf.

Haggard from the sheer effort of it all, and maybe something like 15% bewildered by the drama, he bellows SWORD to one of the trainees gawking nearby, and is rewarded by them startling off to retrieve said weapon.

“Don’t ‘oi’ at me mate, sounds like you lot have been letting her take her anger out on you willy nilly without recourse.” He sweeps his hands down his arms, tearing another sheet of dust loose as if for emphasis. “Maker.”

[thereneverwas]

"You telling me you've never sparred before?" Barrow snorts, "it's a bit the point of all this, isn't it?" He gestures to the pitch around them.

Then he's watching Athessa go with his brow furrowed-- that's a mess that'll have to be cleaned up by someone, if any of them are to get any actual training done.

"Got a real charming turn of phrase," he mutters, and hefts his hammer up over his shoulder again, beginning to saunter back toward his own trainees.

[bignasty]

“Fuck off, I was lying right here when you turned her down.”

Sylvester uses the sword that’s just been tossed to him to point out the stone he just picked himself up off of. Past that, he’s evidently quite content to return to his business barking at recruits, with dirt stamped on his back and his hair in wild disarray.

“Back on your marks, come on.”

[thereneverwas]

"You fuck off," Barrow mutters without any real heat, and waves his hand dismissively at Dumas as he takes his leave. Some People.