Malcom Reynolds (
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faderift2016-01-07 11:16 pm
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[ 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

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Of course, that's when she hears the voices of nearby humans who aren't even remotely trying to cover up what they're talking about.
'A Qunari, here? Kirkwall doesn't need to be overrun again.'
'By just one ox? Impossible. It's just somebody's pet.'
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Well, maybe not quite. Quietly, subtly, she weaves spells of protection around her and her companions. Nothing too obvious. Maybe a slight shimmer in the air that could be mistaken for a trick of the light.
The tree rising out of the mishmash of buildings was her first clue that they were getting close to the alienage.
"If the elves here are anything like the ones in Denerim... You aren't going to want them knowing you're there," she said softly.
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It's not much, that. It ain't even all that good a thought to keep 'em warm, but it's someth'n to stow the imminent violence from ensu'n. They got their work to mind and a job to do. No time for undue fuss'n. No time for fight'n what they don't got to. In and out. Quick and clean. One smooth job and they're back home. "You got the card, li'l miss?"
"Plan is we hang back. You walk in with Jayne, he'll mind you. You get what we need and we meet you in the house; we get the goods, we get out. No muss, no fuss."
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The elf keeps moving, hoping a mabari at her feet doesn't attract too much attention. Most elves never got a chance to be anywhere near one in the city.
Once in the alienage, her eyes dart around, looking for the meeting place. The card is clutched tightly in her hand, and when she sees what looks like the right person...
"Evelynn?" Kallian quietly shows the card.
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For a moment, Evelynn looks upon Kallian in wariness, but her eyes settle onto the card and she lets out a quiet laugh.
"Well, well. I didn't think I'd be seeing that anytime soon," she comments, looking thoughtful for a moment before she gestures for her. "I figured he wouldn't come himself. Come along, and follow me."
She turns, calmly walking into one of the unfortunate looking homes.
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Still, she goes inside with the strange woman and waits to be presented with... whatever it was she was getting.
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There, a trap door waits. Evelynn calmly unlocks it, and reveals the box inside with the strange mark embedded into it.
"This is what you're looking for, isn't it?"
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"Will that be all?"
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From the way she leaves hastily, Evelynn has zero interest in sticking around. Maybe because her job is done.
One could hope.
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But as Malcolm Reynolds might have expected, it doesn't run as smooth as expected.
Outside the alienage home, Evelynn has snuck out the window, already leaving. Anyone watching from the outside can see the elf clearly leaving in haste while familiarly dressed men approach from the outside, at least five of them.
Venatori.
One particularly large soldier shoves the door open before Kallian can leave safely.
"Give it here, elf," he orders gruffly, a hand resting on his blade.
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"Please... serah... I can't. I was given strict instructions..."
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The spell that Korrin casts is fortunately timed well enough. Lightning dashes from man to man, stunning them momentarily, giving Kallian enough time to slip away with the cargo in her arms.
It does, unfortunately, gather their attention.
"Follow her!" one of the other men shouts as he eventually recovers.
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She can hear footsteps behind her, gaining on her, their legs longer than hers, and while she might be skilled at hiding, running was something else entirely. Her breath is quick and shallow in her panic, and her fingers are tingling, from her hyperventilating, her white-knuckled grip on the box, and her own magic starting to spark up in natural defense. A quick glance down, and she can already see the first tendrils of blue light flickering along the veins of her hands.
They're getting closer, though, she knows it. She doesn't doubt that they will kill her without so much as a second thought to take the box from her.
"Don't," she gasps out, voice rough from the exertion. She holds up her hand, trying to keep them from coming closer. They can probably see the blue. Damn. "Don't come any closer. I warn you, don't. I can't let you have it. Talk to the one who owns it. It's not me. I'm just the one making the delivery. But don't take another step, or-- Or--" She can't quite get the threat past her lips.
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