WHO: Athessa, Madi, Lucien, Skull, and YOU!! WHAT: catch-all WHEN: mostly Satinalia and later WHERE: Kirkwall and The Gallows NOTES: post-murderhaus h/c is gonna go here
"Be better if he didn't do it at all," she asserts, a bit more quickly than she feels she should've. Too snappish, when she doesn't mean to be short with Isaac. (She can't help it height-wise, but she can try to keep her head.)
"Worse...if he hadn't been a stranger. If he was someone we knew and thought we could trust."
"Sure fucking hope not," She could make a highly disrespectful joke about knowing a number of Nevarrans, but she draws the line well away from it. Mummification isn't taxidermy.
"Hey kids, I've got some bad news about your grand-dad. Nevermind that he's dead but you'll never guess the fucked up perversions he got up to in his spare time."
"Maybe. More that I couldn't...see through the lies."
Last year, with the shared nightmares, she'd been betrayed by some version of Bastien. Sold out to the enemy for a crystal and some coin. She thinks about it sometimes, and wonders. What if?
There were others that might have caught it. Richard pays attention to his own presentation; doubtless keeps an eye to others. If Mhavos is open, it's with his curiousity. Ellis watches more closely than he might be given credit.
But —
"How many inns do you see a year?" Too many. Every mission, and half the time home. "How many were kind?"
Not all of them. Enough. Any with few enough visitors, with enough need of coin. (If Leander can't sniff out one dog as another)
Few enough that it should've been suspicious, maybe.
"Less than half," she answers. Should she have known based on the general treatment of elves? Perhaps not. But as a Bard in training she should be able to predict or be prepared for anything.
"There's a principle called Ockham's Razor: That the simplest answer cuts sharpest. If you hear a noise in the bush, don't assume it's a dragon."
Isaac raises both hands, palms flat.
"As a rule alone, it's useless. Perhaps you're standing beside a dragon nest. And whether it's a dragon or not, it may be quite willing to bite. But what we assume tells us a great deal."
"When I hear a noise in the bush, I think: Knight. Do you follow?"
"You've survived a terrible ordeal." One hand lifts a little. The other, "There was a noise in the bush, and you didn't think dragon."
"There was no reason to. He treated you well, you outnumbered him by ten, and his motives were entirely irrational." The left hand drops. "No one logical goes to sleep an inn, and expects to wake strapped to a rack."
"But the next time you rent a room, you'll think of it. Every rustle of leaves."
Is not ungentle. There are about six wars at any given time. You lose track (it's better if they lose track).
"Knowing how you'll feel won't stop you from feeling it," Advises local man, still guiding his life by an almost twenty-year-old fuckup. "But it can help you make the next choice."
"I just didn't know if you mean Templar when you say Knight," she says, feeling a little daft for having asked. "Or Knight-Enchanter, or something else."
Knowing how she'll feel about an outcome hasn't exactly helped her in making decisions. At least not as far as she's concerned.
One of the terrible things, or one of the elves that were killed?
Does it matter?
Athessa sighs and gives not quite a nod, then shifts so she can dunk her head under the water. Rinse the suds out of her hair. She'll have to wait for it to dry but that's the benefit of having a fire she can sit by until that's accomplished.
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"Worse...if he hadn't been a stranger. If he was someone we knew and thought we could trust."
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(The trouble with gallows humour is its capacity to strangle.)
"Yes," It would be better if he hadn't done it. It would be worse to have trusted. "Do you think you know anyone like that?"
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"Gods, how awful for his family, if he had any."
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"You said he was quite old,"
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"Hey kids, I've got some bad news about your grand-dad. Nevermind that he's dead but you'll never guess the fucked up perversions he got up to in his spare time."
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"Dunno," she sighs. "It's not like you can really blame yourself for being related to a nutter. Not like you can if you were fooled by a monster."
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That's half a question: Check whether he's keeping up.
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She makes a face like she just bit into something bitter, distracting herself briefly with her ablutions.
"Not like the smile he wore in the basement."
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"Maybe. More that I couldn't...see through the lies."
Last year, with the shared nightmares, she'd been betrayed by some version of Bastien. Sold out to the enemy for a crystal and some coin. She thinks about it sometimes, and wonders. What if?
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There were others that might have caught it. Richard pays attention to his own presentation; doubtless keeps an eye to others. If Mhavos is open, it's with his curiousity. Ellis watches more closely than he might be given credit.
But —
"How many inns do you see a year?" Too many. Every mission, and half the time home. "How many were kind?"
Not all of them. Enough. Any with few enough visitors, with enough need of coin. (If Leander can't sniff out one dog as another)
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"Less than half," she answers. Should she have known based on the general treatment of elves? Perhaps not. But as a Bard in training she should be able to predict or be prepared for anything.
She still has to tell Bastien.
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"There's a principle called Ockham's Razor: That the simplest answer cuts sharpest. If you hear a noise in the bush, don't assume it's a dragon."
Isaac raises both hands, palms flat.
"As a rule alone, it's useless. Perhaps you're standing beside a dragon nest. And whether it's a dragon or not, it may be quite willing to bite. But what we assume tells us a great deal."
"When I hear a noise in the bush, I think: Knight. Do you follow?"
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"No."
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"There was no reason to. He treated you well, you outnumbered him by ten, and his motives were entirely irrational." The left hand drops. "No one logical goes to sleep an inn, and expects to wake strapped to a rack."
"But the next time you rent a room, you'll think of it. Every rustle of leaves."
Scales. The glitter of mail.
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Athessa sighs and uncurls a bit, making for an easier job cleaning herself. Anything requiring her right arm is going to be tricky.
"What happened to make you think knight?"
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Is not ungentle. There are about six wars at any given time. You lose track (it's better if they lose track).
"Knowing how you'll feel won't stop you from feeling it," Advises local man, still guiding his life by an almost twenty-year-old fuckup. "But it can help you make the next choice."
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Knowing how she'll feel about an outcome hasn't exactly helped her in making decisions. At least not as far as she's concerned.
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"Sometimes the terrible things just are."
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"I know they are."
She's known that since her clan disappeared and she spent three days hiding under the aravel, hoping they'd come back.
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Does it matter?
Athessa sighs and gives not quite a nod, then shifts so she can dunk her head under the water. Rinse the suds out of her hair. She'll have to wait for it to dry but that's the benefit of having a fire she can sit by until that's accomplished.