Malcom Reynolds (
aintwejust) wrote in
faderift2016-01-07 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
[ closed ] It's not fate, it's DESTINY!
WHO: Malcolm Reynolds, River Tam, Korrin Ataash, Kallian Endris, Beleth Ashara, Clint Barton
WHAT: Legitimate business in Kirkwall
WHEN: Backdated to Firstday - 3rd or Fourth of Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold to Kirkwall and Back again
NOTES: This here job what won't go smooth.
WHAT: Legitimate business in Kirkwall
WHEN: Backdated to Firstday - 3rd or Fourth of Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold to Kirkwall and Back again
NOTES: This here job what won't go smooth.
KIRKWALL PROPER
THE RIDE BACK

THE DELIVERY
Once he finally catches sight of them, Twisted Fate folds his arms behind his back and cracks a smile.
"Well. Everyone looks like they're in one piece."
no subject
Remember the horse, Reynolds. Remember what you're work'n for.
Nope, still not all that calm. He's scowl'n, box tucked under his arm, sealed as promised and he ain't rightly hand'n this shit over till he's got answers. "You implied a li'l trouble. Not some foutu fake Venatori jackasses danc'n around and mak'n a fuss."
no subject
But he's waited this long. What's a few minutes more?
His smile returns and takes a step closer to Mal, casually. "I did say there could be trouble. There was, and I feel you were adequately paid for it. But if there's something else you want, then you're welcome to ask, Malcolm."
no subject
Soon as I got answers." Then he'll put down the box, take his pay, and go have a drink.
no subject
Not that Mal has any reason to know.
Twisted Fate's brows knit into a frown, and his hands fold together. Displeased is the term; he assumed that Mal wouldn't be poking for questions, for knowledge that brings him no real benefit other than knowing, and that's unpleasant.
He weighs his options, and ultimately decides the box is more important than his secrets.
"The fake Venatori belong to Magister Aregor Priggs, likely disguised so he could assume a separation from them." Twisted Fate sighs and shrugs. "He knew I'd have come for the box, which is why I wanted someone else to get it instead. So there you have it; there were Tevinter men hired by a magister because he has a grudge. Unless you had any other questions?"
no subject
He hands over the box without further fuss'n. Even manages a faint smile.
"Job's done. Everyone's got paid. Li'l spooked but not all that roughed up. You get another job what needs do'n, you know who can get it done, shiny?"
no subject
Instead, he offers a smile of his own in return.
"I'm glad we have an understanding. Thank you for your services, Malcolm. Job well done." Twisted Fate adjusts his grip on the box. "We'll talk again, no doubt."
When has something else he needs, but right now this was more urgent.