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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[katabasis]

The man in the study is built all broad, square and solid in the way that a certain age of aging men as sometimes prone to. With the shaved close crop of his hair and the weather beaten quality of his face, the exceptionally dark coat and the half unbuttoned mismatched waistcoat beneath it, the black shirt with what from a distance resembles some delicate pale floral pattern at the collar and up close resolves into a series of embroidered skulls, he cuts a strangely rakish and almost surreally easily stereotyped figure there in the muffled study of Lorenz' Hightown estate. It is rather like walking through a door in a nice house and being surprised by a thief dressed all in black. Or like walking through a door in a nice house and discovering a storybook pirate.

(It's the second on. It's amazing what jumped up Kirkwall elite will allow any figure with a little romance to get away with; he's been allowed to keep his sword and belt knife.)

"Think nothing of it."

He closes the book in his hands and places it back up onto the shelf.

[truthtied]

They are two diametrically opposed figures as she steps fully into the room, her own attire the loose flow of a Rivain gown, dark hair pulled up in loose black curls. It's similar to the chitons she wore on Themyscira and she moves with the confidence and grace a familiar garment brings. The belt of (very normal, unremarkable and absolutely not faintly glowing) gold rope at the waist and the silver bracelets on her wrists have so far passed as the sort of eccentricity that can be forgiven of a mysterious newcomer from the much rumored Riftwatch. She offers the man a small bow and a smile.

"It's heartening to know I'm not the only one who could use a moment away from the festivities. Our host has been very generous in his preparations." Which is perhaps more charitable a description than being in a ballroom full of incredibly drunk Kirkwall elite is obnoxious deserves.