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We're Back! A Gallows Tale
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.
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 ]

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He's definitely comfortable as he chews on it, though he still looks troubled.
"Wouldn't it hurt?"
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"Probably hurts more up the ass. Less...accommodating."
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"Probably," he concedes, resting his hand under Colin's knee as he thinks about it. "I've never done it." Not even the normal, regular-size-dick way.
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Not that deep? I took him to the hilt. Good job, Athessa, but maybe you should brag about more PG things, hmm? She polishes off another biscuit and zones out, forgetting to brag about anything, regardless of the rating.
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"I blew Marcoulf, like," he pops another biscuit in his mouth and crunches it loudly, "a few times." As long as we're sharing.
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"He liked it."
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"What?"
Pausing a moment, he fondly adds, "he'd get so mad and push me up against a wall. ...that was nice."
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Then he flops down again, pleased as can be.
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"I don't know what I like," he says instead of coming up with something completely different to talk about. "I don't even know where to start. Maybe I should just be one of those..." he makes a vague gesture with one hand that means absolutely nothing. "One of those, um. And always be celibate. I can barely even make friends, let alone, um."
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She pushes up onto her elbows and looks at him.
"That's not true, you've got friends. Like me, and him, and Le--Alexandrie, and Sister Sara, and--" She pauses. Not at a loss, just stoned. "--And I bet Barty is your friend without you even knowing it. And Byerly, even if he's a lil shit about it."
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"Don't be ridiculous, Colin," he says incredulously, still lying cradled in his lap like an indolent cat.
tw: suicide mention
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Flop, back down onto the blanket nest she goes. "And Barty is that dwarf Warden who's always talkings likes this, likes every others word is a plurals. Likes t' gives advices whens ya needs its."
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Inhales. Glances down at Bene, sees that thousand-yard stare. Looks immediately guilty. Once he's done with the hose, he offers it to Bene.
"Shouldn't have brought it up. Sorry."
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"Not more, just different. 'S like...you being hurt over what Devigny did to me, right? It's hurt caused by the same thing, but from another angle. Or something. I dunno."
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"you've been my only friends." His eyes shift uncertainly up to meet Colin's above him, and then he cranes his neck to look back at Athessa. "You visited me."
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