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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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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